"Next time?"

The old man's face froze, and he looked at Tang Song in disbelief, "The elder is leaving?"

You just abandoned me?

"It's not to go, it's to do it again, and you won't understand it, anyway, you just need to understand one thing, when we meet again, all the suffering will pass, and you will meet those who died in the White Bone Village again. After speaking, Tang Song left in a dashing manner with the old man's bewildered expression.

After struggling in his heart for a long time, Tang Song finally decided to sacrifice himself for others, not for anything else, but he was afraid that this little thing would become a demon on his cultivation road in the future.

Cultivators are most afraid of demons, Tang and Song don't want to be obsessed with this matter after cultivating the positive results in the future, and then sigh to the sky all day long: If God gives me another chance to do it again.

Instead of regretting it in the future, it's better to act now!

"Elder, what are you doing?" Seeing Tang Song turn around and leave, Zhu Bajie hurriedly asked.

"Die!"

Everyone: "......"

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Tang Song drove away a few people, came to a remote place alone, and looked at the sky and was stunned.

Obviously, he had made up his mind, but at the final moment, Tang Song was still worried.

"How did you choose to commit suicide?"

Tang Song shuddered, for people who are deeply afraid of heights, this way of death is inevitably too cruel, and it is very difficult for him to choose the height.

It's too low, if you fall half to death or be paraplegic again, it will be too wrong; but if you choose a place that is too high, it will take a few seconds just to fall down, Tang Song is very suspicious, he has to be scared to death before he is killed, so this method can only be vetoed.

Tang Song had a chicken bump all over his body, and the thought of pulling a knife on his major artery was painful just thinking about it, and not to mention whether he could do it or not, just thinking about whether he could do it or not, just thinking about it, after cutting the pulse, he would have to wait until the blood slowly dried up, which was a suicide, and this was obviously torture! The waiting time in the middle would drive people crazy, and Tang Song felt that he was a quick temper, so he could only give up.

Tang Song twitched the corners of his eyes, thinking that he was running towards a big stone, rushing up frantically at a speed of ten meters per second, and then with a 'snap', he saw ten thousand peach blossoms blooming, red and white, and everything was over.

But—Tang Song sighed, if he had the guts, he wouldn't have been grinding here.

Isn't there such a thing as euthanasia?! Tang Song grabbed his hair in anguish...... Forehead, a painful face.

To be honest, the pain of this kind of death is nothing compared to the sharp pain that seems to come from the soul every time Tang and Song Dynasty dies, and it is not at all on the same order of magnitude, but the matter of suicide is not only afraid of pain, but it really requires extraordinary courage to decide.

Therefore, Tang Song admired those suicide brain-dead people from the bottom of his heart, and he could even withstand this kind of huge pressure, so why did he commit suicide? It is estimated that those people also regretted the moment they jumped, but unfortunately their lives were not played back.

"It seems that we have to turn to someone else. Tang Song, who had been grinding here for a long time, finally confessed and decided to go back to the monkeys, whether it was a big stick or a nail rake, and try to give him a good time.

......

"What?!"

Zhu Bajie stood up suddenly, his eyes wide and he looked at Tang Song in disbelief, with a ghostly expression on his face, "Elder, what did you just say?!"

Tang Song sat listlessly on the chair, and said weakly: "The poor monk asked you to beat me to death." ”

Everyone was dumbfounded, Sun Wukong looked at Tang Song as if he was mentally ill, and only said after a while: "Are you serious?"

Tang Song raised his head, stared at Sun Wukong with extremely serious eyes, and nodded slowly.

"Don't be an elder!

The old man hurriedly stood up from the side, trembling and came to Tang Song's side, held Tang Song's hands, and said in a trembling voice: "I know that the elder is guilty of the destruction of the White Bone Village, so he thinks about life and death, but the responsibility is not on you, and you can only blame the monster for acting too cruelly." ”

Tang Song rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "Of course, the responsibility for this matter is not on the poor monk, you think too much." ”

"And why is the Elder—"

Tang Song sighed, it seemed that he could only pretend to be forced, "The poor monk has already calculated some things, and this catastrophe can only be solved by the death of the poor monk, there is no other way." ”

"But when the elder is dead, how can he seek the true scriptures? Could it be that the elder has already given up the idea of learning the scriptures?" Zhu Bajie frowned, his face gloomy, "And the elder has already promised to help us return to the heavenly court, and now he has given up halfway, doesn't it chill our hearts? I already know how happy the old pig is in Gao Laozhuang, why should I go to the west with you!"

Although Sha Wujing's face was still calm, there was a faint light in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Sun Wukong leaned on his shoulders and leaned beside him, looking indifferent.

Zhu Bajie glanced around and said coldly: "In this case, the old pig won't say anything, just return to Gao Laozhuang and continue to have fun!"

Looking at Zhu Bajie's angry appearance, Tang Song was dumbfounded, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, but he didn't expect that the biggest reaction was that he was usually too lazy. Zhu Bajie, who always hangs bulk goods on his lips, really responded to a sentence, how unserious a person is, how affectionate he is.

"Bajie, don't be angry. Tang Song waved his hand, "Who said that the poor monk has given up learning scriptures, the poor monk chose to die this time, and the ultimate goal is still to get rid of reincarnation!"

"Get rid of reincarnation?" Zhu Bajie's small eyes narrowed, and he said suspiciously: "Could it be that the elder still has the means to bring the dead back to life?"

Tang Song nodded inscrutablely, "Naturally." ”

Thinking of Tang and Song's methods, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing all nodded thoughtfully, and Sun Wukong nodded and said, "Since you have decided, then Lao Sun will help you." As he spoke, he took out the golden rod.

Zhu Bajie grinned and said, "Since that's the case, then the old pig is here waiting for the elder to return!"

Sha Wujing: "Let's go." ”

Tang Song nodded, opened his arms and closed his eyes, "Come on! The poor monk is also the first time, please have mercy." ”

"Okay!" Sun Wukong skillfully shook the golden hoop stick in his hand, looking like a very experienced old driver.

"Bang!"

"Ahh

......

Zhu Bajie looked at the mutilated corpse in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched, looked at Sun Wukong who was frowning, and asked Chi Qian: "Brother Monkey, fight like this...... The elder should be able to come back to life!"

Sun Wukong blinked, and said uncertainly: "It should ...... Yes, you can!"

Sha Wujing: "......"