Lined with bones and ruins, this moment is what this town really looks like.

"In the spring breeze" is really like in the spring breeze, illusory and unrealistic.

The old monk walked through the ruins, and on a corpse piece, he buckled a black thing with a fingernail cover, and said, "This is the [Corpse Evil Bone], just such a little bit but created such a big monster. ”

"This is the bones of the corpses?" Zhang Zichen asked curiously.

"Naturally not. As soon as the corpse comes out, it will cause a thousand miles. This thing is condensed from the evil qi generated in the Yin and Evil Land, and its appearance is a bit similar to the corpse bone, and it is mostly a substitute for the corpse bone in some evil spells. Compared with the immortal bones and Xuanyin corpses, it is not a particularly rare thing. "The old monk casually pinched this [corpse evil bone] into powder.

"The monk knows a lot." Tang Ying looked at the stumps and shards of steel all over the ground.

"I have traveled more from south to north, and I have naturally seen more." The old monk said, "The monk is going to burn them all, come naked, go naked." Without the demons, in a few years, this place will become a town again. ”

"Master, I'll help you." Wang Jinjue said suddenly.

"It would be best if there was a strong man to help! But monk, I still have one more thing to find. Saying that, the old monk walked slowly through Erfang Town, and he seemed to be familiar with this place. After twisting and turning, they came to a dilapidated ruined courtyard.

The remnants of the courtyard are not visible, and the ruins that have been burned by the fire for some years.

Wang Jinjue asked Zhang Zichen to borrow gasoline, and followed Zuo Qianhu to the town to pour gasoline, preparing to set fire to the town. These corpses that once turned into demons are the cleanest after they are burned.

Only Tang Ying and Zhang Zichen followed the old monk to this remnant.

"Oh yo~ monk, I haven't been here for decades." The old monk said with a smile, talking as he walked.

Although he hadn't returned for decades, he was very familiar with the place, and he walked faster and faster until he came to a ruin where he couldn't see it.

"It used to be a small courtyard with a small pond in it. The pond is small and has only toads. In the summer, when it rains, the toads croak, and the noisy people can't sleep. The old monk explained to the two.

He walked around, as if trying to reminisce about the past, and then used the crutches in his hand as a tool to dig something in the ground.

Tang Ying looked at the crutches that were suspected to be the "dragon head", pulling and pulling in the soil, could it be that he guessed wrong?

After a while, the old monk found a wooden box and said happily: "It's still there." ”

He cautiously opened the wooden box and looked at it, it seemed to be a small painting, the paper was slightly yellowed, and the ink on the painting was blurred, vaguely a family of three. But the monk treated it as a treasure and put the box in his arms.

"Okay, good, the monk didn't come in vain this time! Great goodness! "It can be seen that the old monk is very happy. He is usually cynical, and he has to ridicule and sarcasm when he sees people, and it is rare to show a happy appearance.

"Old monk, what kind of treasure is this? Half of the meeting! Tang Ying imitated the old monk's ridiculed tone and said.

"For the monk, it is a treasure of the monk. It is indeed useless to you. This is when the monk was a child, he painted a picture. The old monk reverted to that cynical tone.

"What painting?"

"The painting is damp, and the old monk can't see it."

"Didn't you draw that?"

"When I painted it, it was too small, and the monk couldn't remember it."

"The old monk is not honest! I remember where I put the painting, but I can't remember what it is. ”

"The monk is an old monk, and he is not an honest monk, so naturally he doesn't need to be honest." The old monk said with a smile.

"......" This monk doesn't want to be skinny, Tang Ying really can't complain about him.

"Let's go, let's go, look forward, don't always look back~"

"Whoever looks backwards, who looks forward, the monk might as well say it clearly."

"Ouch, the old monk said nonsense casually. Tang Zhuangshi, you are so serious~"

"......" is special, I don't admit what I said.

Zuo Qianhu and Wang Jinjue worked quickly, and the town was soon filled with the smell of gasoline.

"It's not here, and the rest is done." Wang Jinjue looked at a few people who had just come out of this abandoned mansion and said.

"Strong, well done! I've helped the monk a lot. The old monk smiled and praised Wang Jinjue.

"It should." Wang Jinjue thought about the female corpse he saw just now, and said silently.

After everything was ready, several people withdrew from the town, and as Zuo Qianhu and Wang Jinjue threw the torches onto the gasoline, the flames of "whoosh" instantly ignited.

The flames were like fire dragons, igniting the entire town and the corpses of the Demon Mountain at once, and the black mist and stench in the sky rose along with the fire.

The old monk watched quietly, his eyes full of remembrance.

"Doesn't the master recite a Sutra of Past Lives to them?" Wang Jinjue asked.

"If there is a dead life, do you still need to recite the scriptures? If you don't have a dead life, is chanting useful? The old monk sneered.

"Ah, this ......" was full of dialectical answers, which made Wang Jinjue stunned. He had only seen a monk reciting the Sutra of Rebirth, but he never thought that there was such an answer.

Just as the old monk said, if there is really a "passing life", if you don't recite the scriptures, you won't give the "past life", then what is the "past life"? If there is no death, then isn't chanting the scriptures just psychological comfort and self-deception?

"Strong man, think about it! The things on the neck can't all be stuffed with grass~" The old monk joked with Wang Jinjue.

"......" Wang Jinjue was choked. This old monk, after getting acquainted, loves to joke, and there is no sense of marginality at all!

The fire burned all night and was not extinguished until dawn.

The old monk personally inspected it again and said goodbye to a few people: "It's here, monk, I heard that someone in Luanzhou claims to be Maitreya. Monk, I can't see these people pretending to be ghosts. Luanzhou is just at the foot of the capital. We'll have a date later, and I'll go too, monk. ”

"Wait ......" Zuo Qianhu said "Wait a minute" before he finished speaking, and saw that the old monk disappeared a few times.

"Brother Zuo, this crazy monk is mysterious. We just had a chance with him. Tang Ying said. He had more contact with this monk, and only then did he feel that this monk was really unfathomable.

In Tang Ying's experience, Cthulhu is far from him. Only the black mist monster that Abdullah turned into was similar to the old monk's feelings.

It's all a level that he can see, but can't understand.

"Well, that's true. I'm about to go to Luoyang North to eradicate the Yin and Yang Dharma King. How many mages, why don't you walk together? Zuo Qianhu knew that Tang Yang and a few people were just to kill demons. He took the initiative to invite and avoid Tang Yang and a few people from taking the initiative to mention it, which can be said to be very thoughtful.

"Just as we are about to go together, we also want to see what the Yin and Yang Dharma King is capable of, and actually call himself the Dharma King?" Tang Ying said.

Mouth!

(End of chapter)