The White Bone Lady had quietly burrowed into the clouds, hiding in the thick clouds, looking at Tang Song with a blank face below, a trace of mockery couldn't help but flash on her face.

Aren't you going to be their savior? Aren't you trying to free them from the sea of suffering? Now you can only watch them die one by one, feeling their own insignificance, hating their own powerlessness, and finally they can only spend a long time in endless remorse, hoping to complete their redemption, but in the end, you will find that with the passage of time, this remorse and pain not only did not fade with it, but deepened more and more.

Thinking of the monk's painful appearance, the corners of Mrs. Bai Gu's mouth couldn't help but hook up a smug smile, as the so-called murder and punishment, Mrs. Bai Gu's move can not be described as vicious, she wants to completely crush the Tang and Song dynasties at the spiritual level and moral level, so that he will sink forever.

But Mrs. Bai Gu really underestimated the psychology of the Tang and Song dynasties, and there may be a spiritual level, but a moral level...... I'm afraid it's a little worrying, as the saying goes, I don't go to hell, whoever I love will go in.

Tang Song thinks that he is not a ruthless person, and he will be sentimental when he sees the life and death of others, but he is by no means a good person in the conventional sense, and this kind of thing will almost never appear to him, as for remorse and self-blame, Tang Song can only say that these two emotions may appear in him, but they are by no means now.

Zhu Bajie looked at Tang Song, who was frowning, and thought that he was immersed in grief, so he hurriedly stepped forward and comforted: "Elder must not blame himself too much, it happened too suddenly, no one expected it, even those villagers who died must not resent the elder." ”

"Self-blame, resentment?"

Tang Song frowned and said, "What do the poor monks need to blame themselves? Why should those dead villagers resent me? There is only one person they need to resent from beginning to end, and that is the White Bone Spirit." The poor monk is the benefactor who helps them get out of the sea of suffering. Without the poor monks, they would still live in pain under all kinds of torture by the white bone spirits; without the poor monks, they would have to suffer both physical and mental torture every day; without the poor monks, they would not even be able to eat a full meal! What right do they have to complain about the poor monks?"

"This is fate! This is their fate! The common fate of all the weak!"

Tang Song slowly turned around, his eyes were red and he glared at Zhu Bajie, "Now you come and tell the poor monk, do you need to regret and blame yourself?!"

Zhu Bajie sighed, but did not speak.

After calming down his emotions, Tang Song shook his head, looked at Sun Wukong next to him for a long time and asked, "Wukong, do you have a way to resurrect these dead villagers?"

Sun Wukong frowned, "I'm afraid there is no other way, but to go to the underworld." ”

"Rob?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows.

"Rob!" Sun Wukong took it for granted.

Tang Song sighed, that's still forget it, after all, the current monkey is not shrouded by the aura of the tenth scripture, there is no Buddha Guanyin on it, and the heavenly court does not buy it at all, once he goes down to the underworld now, in the face of the powerful Ten Halls Yama, and the more perverted Jizo King Bodhisattva, the possibility of success is afraid that it is infinitely close to zero, and if it is not good, someone will find an excuse to forcibly detain it there, which is really worth the loss.

At this time, the old man slowly stood up, his face was numb, his eyes were empty, he looked at Tang Song and said with a wry smile: "As the old saying goes, life and death have a destiny and wealth is in the sky, and this may be their fate." And it is better to die, so as not to live in fear every day, and then be tortured by the Lady of the White Bones, it is better than becoming the kind of skeleton that says that it is not alive or dead. ”

Tang Song opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything for a long time, so he had to turn into a long sigh.

After a long silence, he suddenly fell into a suffocating silence.

"Otherwise-just die by yourself?" Suddenly, an idea like a bamboo shoot after a spring rain suddenly came out of his heart, and even Tang Song himself was startled, could it be that the monk has been a monk for a long time, and the attribute of compassion has also increased?

Tang Song shook his head vigorously, wanting to get this ridiculous idea out of his mind, this catastrophe has been carried out until now, if he chooses to start over now, not to mention the waste of time, Tang Song is afraid that something will happen in it, no one understands the horror of the butterfly effect better than him, more is better than less, and think about it carefully, just for a group of mortals who have nothing to do with interests, is it worth taking this risk.

"It's not worth it!"

Tang Song told himself this countless times from the bottom of his heart that his purpose this time was just to seek the true scriptures, just to get rid of reincarnation, and as for the death of some insignificant people in the intermediate process, it was harmless at all.

Once you succeed, the bones will wither, and the successful person will not step on the bones under his feet? When you succeed, no one will mention it again.

"Absolutely not impulsive!" Tang Song secretly warned himself in his heart.

But like the murmur of the devil, once this idea comes out, it is not so easy to fade, just like a drowning person encountering a difficult aquatic weed, tightly entangled in Tang and Song's brains, lingering.

Tang Song never imagined that a selfish person like him would one day be troubled by such a problem.

"Wukong, if you could exchange a single hair for the lives of these villagers, would you choose to do it?" After hesitating for a while, Tang Song looked at Sun Wukong and asked, expecting the monkey to give him a reason to do so.

"Of course not. Sun Wukong did not hesitate to say, but looked at Tang Song with a strange face, "Lao Sun is a demon, they are human beings, what does their life and death matter to me?

Tang Song: "......"

Well, although it is a little ruthless, it doesn't seem to be anything wrong, as if you won't spend a hundred yuan to save a group of dead ants, but this poisonous chicken soup for Tang and Song is really a bit difficult to swallow, and sure enough, the monkey is not a life coach.

It is conceivable that if Spider-Man's uncle did not say before he died that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility, but like a monkey, he said that he was prodigal and took care of other people's dicks, then it might be another story.

"The elder doesn't have to be distressed, and he doesn't have to blame himself, as the elder said, this may be their fate, the king of Hades wants you to die for the third watch, who dares to stay until the fifth watch? It's just that the little old man has another request, please the elder must kill that monster this time, let me wait!" The old man stared at Tang Song tightly with a pair of cloudy eyes, and the obsession in his eyes was moving.

After being silent for a long time, Tang Song let out a long sigh, shook his head and said, "Let's wait until the next time we meet!"