"My ancestors were immortals, I am a descendant of the proud Shenlong family, my ancestors will definitely avenge us!"

Shen Longqiang's last breath let out a roar like a curse, "You bandits, you can't die well!"

In the laughter of the man in black, he didn't pay attention to Shen Longqiang's shouting, kicked Shen Longqiang's body away, and then grabbed the wooden box and rushed out of the yard.

Chu Hao silently glanced at Shen Longqiang, who was bleeding from the ground, and felt even more sad in his heart, and then followed the group of black-clothed people out of the courtyard. Originally, he thought that after seizing the heirloom of the Shenlong family, this group of people in black would leave, but Chu Hao was too naïve, this group of people was much more beastly than he thought!

I saw that those guys were laughing, and they actually started to kill the innocent mortals in the town, and the entire town turned into a sea of blood in an instant, the grass was stained with red, and countless desolate screams came one after another, Chu Hao's eyes were red, if he could move these people, he would have rushed up and shattered them into thousands of pieces!

But at this moment, he could only watch this group of guys brutally kill those ordinary people in front of him unscrupulously, Chu Hao felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, he could obviously stop it, but he was like a transparent ghost, he couldn't do anything!

In a short period of time, all the residents of Liuhe Town were killed, even the children were not spared, these people in black were cruel and inhumane, Chu Hao really wanted to peel off their headscarves and see the appearance of this group of scum!

When the last man died, the group of men in black finally stopped, and they kicked away the corpses that stood in the way, and the leader held the wooden box, and then slowly walked towards the forest path. The trail leads to a towering peak, and this is the way to go.

These people killed nearly a thousand people in one day, but they still left calmly, and their indifference was outrageous!

Chu Hao followed, he was already unsure whether he had fallen into some kind of illusion, he didn't belong to this at all, just a ghostly existence. And now he just wants to follow this group of men in black to see who is behind them, and who is under their headscarves!

When Shen Longqiang died, Chu Hao couldn't forget that look, and his heart trembled when he thought about it.

Perhaps it was Chu Hao's powerful resentment that played a role, but when the group of people walked to the edge of the town, the leader ripped off his turban and threw it into the distance.

Bareheaded!

It's a bald head!

Chu Hao's eyes shrank, and Shen Longqiang's words suddenly sounded, and a chill crept into his heart!

Could it be that all of this was done by these monks and by these Buddhist cultivators?

Why? Why do they do this, don't all the Buddha cultivators demand compassion? Isn't it crossing others and themselves, what is the name of what they are doing now? Killing so many ordinary people for no reason is even more ruthless than the devil!

Although there was only one back, Chu Hao was eager to see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, and he stepped forward to pass over these black-clothed people. But when Chu Hao was about to step over, a voice came slowly:

"Donor, sometimes what you see is not necessarily true, why cling to those surfaces, color is emptiness, hue is appearance. ”

Chu Hao looked towards the voice, and saw a little monk standing at the intersection at some point, the little monk looked very young, dressed in a gray robe, and saw Chu Hao looking over and sang: "Amitabha." ”

"Who are you?"

Chu Hao paused and stared at the little monk, he always felt that this little monk had a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't talk about where this familiarity came from, he could be sure that it was the first time he saw this little monk.

And this little monk can see himself, not like those men in black.

Chu Hao glanced at the little monk and was about to enter the trail again to chase those black-clothed people, but the little monk appeared in front of Chu Hao again when Chu Hao moved.

Chu Hao said in a condensed voice: "What do you mean by this?"

"Donor, what can you do if you catch up with them? They can't see you, in this space, it's already 10,000 years ago. The monk shook his head, his slightly immature face but his breath was as steady as a mountain, which made people feel calm.

"What if you catch up?" yes, what if you catch up with yourself, even if you see what they look like, he doesn't belong here at all, and it's been too long since everything happened here.

"And who are you?"

Chu Hao said in a condensed voice.

"The donor forgot about me so quickly?" the little monk grinned, a little less dusty.

Chu Hao said, "Do I know you?"

"Of course I do. The little monk pointed ahead and said, "We met not long ago. ”

At this moment, Chu Hao stared at the little monk's eyebrows, and suddenly had a creepy feeling! He finally knew where this familiarity came from, this guy looked too similar!

"Are you Shen Longqiang?!" Chu Hao said in a lost voice.

The little monk nodded and said, "That was my common name in my previous life, and now the little monk's Dharma name is forgotten." ”

"You're not dead?" Chu Hao's vest rose with a chill, and said, "Or are you just a wisp of soul now?"

"Is it important to die or not?" the little monk's face was full of vicissitudes, "After death, it is just to go to another world, die and then live, I am already born now, so the death of the previous life is a good thing for me." ”

"What are you saying inexplicably?" Chu Hao said with disdain: "You don't keep saying that you are a descendant of the great Shenlong family, and now that the enemies who killed you are gone, you can still be so calm." ”

"Otherwise?" the little monk asked rhetorically: "What should the little monk do? Should he kill them? Since they are all dead, is it useful to kill them? Can I live in my previous life?"

"What kind of logic are you?" Chu Hao sneered: "Then according to what you said, everyone doesn't have to seek revenge, the revenge of killing the father does not need to be avenged by the son, because it cannot be resurrected at all, and the revenge of destroying the door does not need to be avenged by the disciple, because it cannot be resurrected either." ”

Unexpectedly, the little monk nodded solemnly and said, "The donor is so perceptive that he can understand it at one point, that's exactly the case." ”

"Fuck you. Chu Hao said coldly: "Life in the world, you can't be happy and chic, you don't dare to do anything like you, what does it mean, you were killed by a monk, and now you are a monk again, it's really a wonderful irony." ”

"Donor, you are still just staying on the surface, all living beings have appearances, what you see is only the hue, those are all the appearances in the body, and they are already in the world. And all people have physical limbs, and they are all dominated by thoughts, but thoughts cannot be seen or touched, they exist in the air, which is emptiness, and emptiness is the universe, and we have turned our hearts into the universe, so why bother with those superficial things?"

The little monk chattered endlessly, and said: "In my previous life, I didn't realize this, so I hindered my great cause of Buddhism, but now I have suddenly awakened and obtained a relic from Master Nagarjuna to be resurrected, so for the cause of Buddhism, I am not sorry to die." ”

Chu Hao didn't understand what this guy was talking about at all, but he finally heard that this Shen Longqiang had indeed come back from the dead, and it was estimated that his soul had not been destroyed, so he was saved by the "relics" of Nagarjuna.

It's just that this kid is anything young?

There was still the voice of the little monk in his ears, and he refused to stop as if he was brainwashing. Chu Hao thought about what he said, and suddenly remembered a sentence from his previous life.

Color is emptiness, emptiness is color!

All things are empty, and that mind is the dominant, and my mind is the universe, and emptiness is color.

Chu Hao had an inexplicable epiphany, he immediately closed his eyes, and suddenly the surroundings became empty, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that the scenery around him had suddenly changed!

Restored the small island that Chu Hao saw just now, there were black waves crashing on the shore all around, and behind him, the courtyard was already a ruined wall, neither clean and tidy when I first saw it, nor a river of blood after that.

At this moment, the time was as far away as a world away, the sky was still cold and deep, and the whole surroundings were extremely quiet. When Chu Hao looked at the little monk again, he found that the little monk had long since disappeared.

"Who is influencing my Dao Heart!"

Chu Hao stepped on the ground and let out a furious sound. He already knew that no matter whether that Shen Longqiang was real or fake, whether the little monk was really Shen Longqiang resurrected, but everything was just illusory, and he fell into the illusion created by others!

Goo Goo Goo -

I saw that the surface of the stagnant water suddenly bubbled, and then a strangely shaped monster like a lump of flat soft flesh floated out of the water. This thing looks unusually weird, it is a real soft creature, but when you look closely, you feel that it seems to have several forms, and it is not real.

"Was Lao Tzu influenced by that little monk, what is real or not? Chu Hao secretly cursed in his heart, and he had already calmed down the disordered Dao heart just now.

The mirage belongs to the ancient demons, and it also has a prominent reputation in ancient times, although it does not have many means of attack, but there is a kind of supernatural power that is its natal supernatural power, and even the monks of the Mahayana period dare not underestimate the existence, that is, to create illusions. The illusion created by the powerful mirage is just like the real world, and it can also capture the infinite expansion of the softest and most fragile parts of the human heart, and not only that, but even the monks of the Mahayana period accidentally fall into the illusion, and often cannot extricate themselves and indulge in it forever.

The power of the mirage is evident.

Chu Hao stared at the mirage, his eyes were already full of vigilance, and Zhenyuan was ready to make a move at any time.

His divine sense probed towards the mirage, but found that it was intercepted by an invisible barrier, and at this moment, only a dry song sounded, as familiar as when he was in the illusion: "Amitabha." ”

Chu Hao squinted his eyes and saw that on the top of the mirage's head, there was actually a figure sitting upright, the person was wearing a gray robe, but it was an old monk.

That looks exactly the same as Shen Longqiang!

This person is a Buddha cultivator!

"Do you want to use the illusion again?" Chu Hao sneered.

The old monk jumped down, fell from the mirage to the edge of the island, bowed his head and made a Buddha seal, and said with a smile: "Donor, do you think you need it?"

In an instant, a powerful aura erupted from the old monk's body, and the huge aura fluctuation made Chu Hao take dozens of steps back in a row before he stabilized his body, Chu Hao looked at the old monk in shock, his eyes were full of disbelief!

This Buddha cultivator's strength is much higher than his, at least it is also an out-of-body period, or even more!

The aura instantly enveloped Chu Hao, and at this moment, Chu Hao didn't dare to move!