Endless snowfields.

The wind and snow drowned everything.

In the heavy snow, a monk dressed in white was walking.

His figure is very tall and firm, just like Xuanzang who traveled west in the legend of the human race.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the monk discovered a tribe.

He walked to the entrance of the tribe and greeted the thin-faced young man on duty.

"Praise the great Demon Buddha Xueji, and may his magic light shine on the world and bless all beings." 、

"Can the little monk rest in your tribe?"

As we all know, in the entire Beiming, all the monks believe in the great Lord of the Desire Realm, the Demon Buddha Bo Xun.

They eat a lot of wine and meat, they are good at killing, they are lascivious, and they pay attention to cultivating the six desires.

But what the hell is the Demon Buddha Xueji?

I don't seem to have heard of it, but it sounds familiar.

None of that matters, though.

The important thing is that this white-clothed monk looks fine-skinned and tender-fleshed, and it should be delicious.

Thinking like this, the yellow-faced and thin-skinned young man's eyes lit up and he swallowed his saliva.

"Absolutely."

The white-clothed monk gestured on his left shoulder, then on his right, and then bowed.

"Thank you tribe."

"The Great Demon Buddha Snow Mastic will protect you."

What bullshit Demon Buddha Bo Xun and Demon Buddha Xueji, if they can really protect us, they should let us find food on the snow field as soon as possible.

Although the yellow-skinned young man cursed fiercely in his heart, a bright smile appeared on the surface.

"Lend you auspicious words, please come in."

The white-clothed monk followed him into the tribe, and found that the people of the tribe did not know where they had gone, leaving only a few young, yellow-skinned men and women.

They were ragged, like refugees living in the slums after a famine.

The white-clothed monk looked at them with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"What about the rest of your tribe?"

The young man who led the way sighed.

"Go out to hunt on the snowfield, if we can't find the prey, we'll be finished, monk, there is no food, the tent over there, the family of three has starved to death, no one lives, you live there temporarily, if you are lucky, when the brothers who go out to hunt on the snowfield find food, maybe we can share some of you."

The white-clothed monk smiled brightly.

"Thank you so much!"

Then he walked into the tent very happily.

When he arrived in the tent, he didn't do anything else, he began to meditate and chant with his eyes closed, and kept chanting the name of the Demon Buddha Xueji in his mouth.

I don't know how long it took, but snow-white, transparent, and pure balls suddenly appeared around him, like little elves, dancing around him.

And in the ball, there are countless sounds.

The voices were shouting.

"Demon Buddha Xueji!"

"Demon Buddha Xueji!"

It's hot, it's crazy!

……

……

Night.

The moon stars are scarce.

The wind and snow are howling.

"Damn, haven't the hunting squad come back yet?"

"I can't take it anymore!"

"I want to eat, that monk, I want to eat that monk!"

"Is he asleep?"

"Sleepy, I've checked."

"Then eat him, it's better than starving to death, anyway, it's not the first time for us!"

With a whisper like a demon's whisper, a group of yellow-faced and skinny tribal men and women rushed into the tent of the white-clothed monk.

The white-clothed monk slept like a dead pig, and so many people broke in and didn't wake up.

"Shhh

I don't know who whispered a complaint, and after confirming their eyes, this group of men and women with yellow faces and thin muscles began to tie up the white-clothed monk Wuhuanda.

The white-clothed monk woke up, stretched, yawned, and saw a bonfire, an iron pot, boiling water, and people who were about the same as beasts.

"He's awake?"

"Afraid of what?"

"The aura of the magic flow on his body is very weak, he is definitely not a high-level immortal cultivator, and he is just a knot pill realm."

"We have so many knotted Dan realms, are we still afraid that he will not succeed?"

The yellow-skinned men and women had a fierce gleam in their eyes.

"This isn't the first time you've done something like this, right?"

The white-clothed monk spoke, he was not panicked at all, but a bright smile on his white face.

"What's going on?"

"What nerves does he have?"

"Why aren't you scared at all?"

"Is he not in his right mind?"

These yellow-skinned men and women looked at each other.

"Damn, pretending to be a ghost!"

One of them, a middle-aged man with a fiery temper, found out of nowhere, and a boning knife stabbed into the chest of the white-clothed monk at once.

"Whoa!"

Blood was spilled all over the ground!

The white-clothed monk is dead!

"What could be the problem?"

"Suspicious, dismember him quickly, get out of the pot, while it's fresh!"

The middle-aged man said, and immediately began to divide the body of the white-clothed monk.

The picture is bloody to the extreme, anti-human to the extreme!

But there was no trace of emotion on the faces of these yellow-skinned men and women, only numbness.

The next moment they put the broken body of the white-clothed monk into the pot, and the pieces of flesh stained with blood rolled in the boiling pot, and the picture was disgusting.

But the yellow-skinned men and women not only did not retch, but looked at the boiling flesh in the pot with greedy expressions, their eyes glowed green, and they swallowed their saliva wildly.

It's like a pack of hungry beasts.

At this moment, the head of the white-clothed monk in the pot suddenly moved and opened his mouth.

"This must not be the first time you've done something like this, right?"

What's going on?

The men and women with yellow faces and thin muscles were stunned for a while, as if they had been thundered.

They had never seen anything so weird.

The white-clothed monk was obviously killed, dismembered, and boiled by them.

But the head of the pot spoke.

"May the Demon Buddha Xueji shine in the world!"

The head of the white-clothed monk continued to speak.

The syllables that came out of his mouth were extremely strange, with a certain strange rhythm.

Even if these yellow-faced and thin-skinned men and women were hungry at this time, they were so frightened that they had no appetite.

"Resentful spirits and ghosts will not be received to the Ten Thousand Souls Mountain, how can they still be haunted?"

One of the timid women said in a trembling voice, trembling all over.

"Don't panic, there must not be a ghost, someone is pretending to be a ghost!"

One of the older, more experienced, older men said.

At this moment, around the boiler, I don't know when one after another snow-white and holy balls of light appeared!

The same sound kept coming from the ball of light.

"Xueji!"

"Xueji!"

"Xueji!"

It's hot, it's crazy!

The next moment, the white-clothed monk who had been killed walked out of the boiler.

He had no wounds on his body, and his whole body shone with holy light, like a Buddha walking in the world!

"I declare you guilty!"

He was high and majestic.

The snow-white, holy light spread like a tide to the soles of his feet.

Light up the dark night.