Due to the age of time, the chains have grown together with the flesh and skin of men, and even the ankles are somewhat deformed.

But the man seemed to have no sense of it at all, and he rose and fell in the water.

Anyone who exceeds a certain distance will be dragged back to the original point by the chain.

I don't know how long it took.

The man's eyes gradually regained some sense.

He lowered his head blankly, looked at the shackles on his feet, and fell into deep thought.

Finally, he stiffened his hand and grabbed at the dusty chain.

Push slightly.

The chains are intact.

The man fell into deep thought again and increased his strength.

This time, the power of the fairy spirit surged wildly, rippling the surrounding lake.

The chains straightened, breaking silently at one point.

All that remains is a pair of shackles, which remain on the man's feet, but can no longer restrict the man's freedom of movement.

The man was not in a hurry to leave, still standing at the bottom of the lake, raising his head and looking at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, the man gently hooked his fingers.

A powerful current of water swirled into a whirlpool shape and appeared at the man's feet, lifting the man up and slowly floating out of the lake.

His expression, his movements were still a little stiff, he looked around sluggishly, and after a moment he withdrew his gaze, walked barefoot, walked on the surface of the lake, and gradually faded away.

The lake is calm again, as if nothing had happened.

……

Somewhere volcano.

Magma gushing.

In a similar scene, a shirtless man rises to the sky with an expressionless face and disappears.

……

"Whew!"

"That chubby guy is still cute!"

"That's good!"

Jingwei looked at the newly hung big screen in the courtyard and nodded in satisfaction.

In the past few days, Geng Fatzi didn't know where he heard that the fool's home had been destroyed a lot, and he traveled thousands of miles to sit in the town in person, and rewarded the workers with a lot of money to go out to contribute to the construction of the black street.

And keenly aware of the needs of Jingwei.

Although he didn't know what Jingwei was, he still hung a big screen in the corner of Su Yang's courtyard.

Even if it's a daytime projection, it's clearly visible.

In Geng Fatzi's words, don't care if it's useful or not!

As long as you can chat with Su Yang and don't die, you have the value of friendship.

Jingwei Meizi floated in the air, looked at the big screen in front of him, mobilized his soul power, and pressed it on the remote control.

Projection is on.

"This is the latest information from Shanhai City."

"Due to the reason of Xianlin, there is a certain degree of chaos in various places."

"But the City Lord's Mansion is thundering, and at present, the Shanhai City has become calm, and at the latest, the people can walk on the street with confidence."

Listening to the content in the news, Jingwei chose to switch without hesitation.

"I'm currently in a small border town, and as you can see, the situation here is chaotic..."

"It's all over the place... Yes!!! ”

"Friends, I was just faced with an unjustified killing, and luckily the bodyguards we hired were strong enough, otherwise I might not have been able to continue reporting for you."

"Through these details..."

Jingwei switched again.

But the various channels are much the same, and they are all broadcasting the latest developments.

After all, in this chaotic era, everyone has become cautious even when they go out, who is in the mood to watch a TV series about love and love.

Well...

Jingwei is in the mood.

But no one broadcast it to her.

For a while, Jingwei's good mood that had just emerged fell short again.

Su Yang really wanted to remind her that this thing was networked, in fact, she could take the initiative to search for it herself...

But seeing Jingwei's 'happy and busy' figure, Su Yang finally couldn't bear to interrupt her.

Just when Jingwei was bored to switch channels, he was suddenly stunned and called back a channel.

screen.

A young monk, dressed in a clean robe, with folded hands and a look of compassion on his face, walks through the chaotic streets and finally stands in front of the camera.

The reporter was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something, but after seeing the monk's smile, he held back what he wanted to say.

"Amitabha..."

"This is not how the world should be."

"Stopping evil with evil, and ending violence with violence, in exchange for more evil."

"The Buddha said: I should use my body to influence the world."

"In the past, the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagles, and now, we must also use a kind heart to soothe the violence in their hearts."

"In this way, we can solve the problem at the root."

"Let's put down the knife in our hands and take a new look at the world, and we will find..."

"There is light in this world."

"Light is everywhere, and my Buddha is everywhere."

The monk's voice was warm, word by word, and just listening to him could not help but calm people's hearts.

"Did you find it?"

"There's a spiritual power in his voice."

"This is a skill unique to Lingshan."

"Even if it is a blessing for ordinary people, it will definitely not be at this stage."

"I suspect... The people of Lingshan have begun to recover in advance. ”

Jingwei's expression gradually became solemn, his eyes stared at the screen, and he spoke.

Su Yang lazily fell on the rocking chair and asked curiously, "Can he heal my seriously injured body?" ”

"How is that possible!"

"He's a monk, not a doctor."

Jingwei rolled his eyes.

"Oh."

Su Yang instantly lost interest and slowly closed his eyes again.

"I'm talking about something very serious."

"Can't you help me analyze it!"

Jingwei looked at Su Yang angrily and asked.

This time, Su Yang didn't even bother to open his eyes, he just said lightly: "I don't even know who there are in Lingshan, what do you ask me to analyze?" ”

"But this bald head is really handsome."

Jingwei rolled his eyes, no longer bothered Su Yang, but continued to look at the screen.

At the moment, in the screen.

A red-eyed blessed man rushed towards the monk with a broken steel bar, still stained with blood, in his hand.

The reporter let out an exclamation and subconsciously took two steps back.

But the monk, still with a gentle smile on his face, slowly turned around and looked at the blessed one.

It's just that the blessed person now has only violent emotions on his face, and he roars and stabs the sharp steel bar into the monk's chest.

"Amitabha..."

"I am compassionate."

The monk spoke softly, with a sigh in his voice.

When the steel bar was only half an inch away from the monk's body, it stopped and began to melt rapidly.

In just a second, it turned into iron juice and flowed on the ground.

The monk, on the other hand, walked slowly, stood in front of the blessed one, stretched out his right hand, and put it on his forehead.

"I can feel your pain, your soul wailing in the sea of consciousness."

"None of what you did was your intention."

"You..."

"You're tired, aren't you?"