"Are you still fighting?"

A middle-aged man with blood still dripping from his chest, holding a machete in his hand, leaned against the wall, gritted his teeth and asked.

The other man was slightly less injured than he was, and his face was gloomy.

According to the battle situation on their side...

In the end, the probability of middle-aged death is the greatest, but I don't rule out the possibility of being replaced.

Even if you don't die, if you are seriously injured, you may be picked by someone else.

He looked at the middle-aged man, said nothing, and finally turned away, sitting in a dark corner, looking at the firelight in the distance, smelling the aroma of the barbecue, and falling into deep thought.

For a moment, he even became dazed.

I have wandered between life and death countless times in the past year, what is it for?

Growing strength?

But in the process, it seems that he has long since lost...

Life.

"I can't remember how long..."

"I haven't had a bite of a hot meal..."

"Sleeping in the open air, wandering in life and death..."

"Until a certain moment, quietly die in a dark corner."

He muttered to himself, a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tense heart seemed to be relieved at this moment.

Suddenly, he remembered the past.

Although I'm just an ordinary worker, at least...

He didn't have to worry about dying in a deep sleep in the middle of the night, and he could sit at home and eat a hot meal.

Instead of running to the cold north like now, fighting to the death for the sake of illusory opportunities, but not even eating a bite of barbecue.

Similar emotions permeated the crowd.

The aroma of the barbecue is more like an emotional catalyst.

"Why are they watching us?"

Su Yang picked up a piece of barbecue, dipped it in the seasoning, looked around curiously, and wondered why these people suddenly stopped fighting.

"They're probably hungry."

Zhao Gongdao said casually.

"Oh."

"It's true that fighting is tiring."

Su Yang nodded lightly, but soon frowned again: "This meat is roasted." ”

"Huh?"

"I just watched them fight, and I was a little distracted."

Xu Siguo scratched his head and said shyly.

"These people..."

Jingwei chuckled and was about to say something, but the words were quickly swallowed back, and his eyes looked into the distance solemnly.

Tang Sanzang, who had left during the day, actually came back at this moment.

is still that warm smile, and with the holy Buddha light, even in the dark night, it is so eye-catching.

"Amitabha."

"The benefactors are so comfortable, but it makes the poor monks a little envious."

"I don't know if I can turn into a fate or two?"

Tang Sanzang looked at everyone and saluted slightly.

Zhao Gongdao pursed his lips: "I scolded you during the day, you gave me a Buddha bead, and now you want to eat our meal, what do you want to give us?" ”

Tang Sanzang completely ignored the yin and yang weirdness in Zhao Gongdao's words, and just sat cross-legged with a smile, the firelight reflected on his face.

He thought for a moment and said seriously: "Tomorrow, I won't kill you, how about it?" ”

"Kill us?"

"Are we really soft persimmons?"

Xu Siguo sneered.

Tang Sanzang nodded lightly: "If the poor monk wants to, he can still try hard." ”

"Then why don't you kill us now?"

Zhao Gongdao said lightly.

Tang Sanzang responded with a smile: "Kill now, it's a bit of a waste." ”

"Waste?"

Zhao Gongdao frowned slightly, as if he had realized something, got up and stood at the gate of Canglong City, looking at the Dragon Palace in the distance: "To open the Dragon Palace, do you need to sacrifice?" ”

"Amitabha."

"To open the Dragon Palace, you don't need blood sacrifices."

Tang Sanzang smiled and shook his head.

Zhao Gongdao's eyes gradually became solemn, and he looked at Tang Sanzang solemnly: "But to close the Dragon Palace, do you need it?" ”

"I didn't expect the donor to have a lot of wisdom."

"Before, it was a poor monk who was clumsy."

Tang Sanzang glanced at Zhao Gongdao in surprise, said with a smile, and then looked at the chef Xu Siguo very familiarly: "Can you please help me roast some vegetables and sweet potatoes?" ”

"You don't eat meat?"

Xu Siguo asked in surprise.

Tang Sanzang shook his head: "The poor monk has already escaped into the empty door and does not eat meat. ”

"But you're killing."

Xu Siguo was puzzled.

Tang Sanzang explained with a smile: "Killing people is to remove the karma from the bottom of people's hearts, and it is for good. ”

"But when a living creature is dead and its karma is dissipated, eating its flesh again will only increase sins."

He explained it in a serious way.

At first glance, it sounds like a fallacy, but when you think about it, there is some truth.

"People die and disappear, and all the past is empty?"

The little monk was eating beef and suddenly asked.

Tang Sanzang nodded lightly: "That's so." ”

"Then I will kill people and eat meat all my life, and when I die, the karma will naturally dissipate."

"So what's the difference between eating meat and not eating meat?"

The little monk discussed seriously.

Tang Sanzang looked directly into the eyes of the little monk and responded softly: "You are going to die, so you can indulge to your heart's content, but I won't die, so I need to stick to my heart and avoid karma." ”

"Nope."

"I think you're going to die too."

The little monk shook his head.

Tang Sanzang did not continue to respond to this question, but stared at the sweet potatoes on the charcoal fire, quite expectantly.

Zhao Gongdao didn't argue with Tang Sanzang because of one or two sweet potatoes, but looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

As for Su Yang...

He didn't particularly care about these in the first place, as long as Tang Sanzang didn't snatch his meat to eat.

It was Jingwei, who looked at Tang Sanzang with unkindness in his eyes.

"Hey!"

"If you are Tang Sanzang, isn't that one in the Dragon Palace..."

In the end, Jingwei still shouted from afar.

Tang Sanzang grabbed the sweet potato, broke it in half, took a bite, and nodded with satisfaction: "The last time I roasted sweet potatoes in front of the charcoal fire was a thousand years ago..."

"Oh yes, he's my mount."

"It's like..."

He looked around and pointed to the white horse pulling the carriage, "It's like it." ”

"It's a pity, my mount, after a long time, has its own ideas."

In the end, Tang Sanzang sighed and shook his head, looking a little disappointed.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhao Gongdao frowned slightly and asked.

Tang Sanzang didn't respond, but ate the sweet potato in his hand seriously, until he finished eating a whole sweet potato, then raised his head in the light of the firelight, looked at Zhao Gongdao, and showed a gentle smile: "If your dog bites you one day, what will you do?" ”

"He's in your heart, just a dog?"

Zhao Gongdao asked rhetorically.

Tang Sanzang thought about it, of course, and nodded: "Otherwise? Do you treat a horse as a human being and call him a brother? ”

"What about horses?"

"It's already enlightened."

"Besides, it's not a horse, it's a dragon, and it's the prince of the Dragon Palace."

Zhao Gongdao's expression became solemn, and he looked at Tang Sanzang and said seriously.