In what age are you still traveling through the main god space.?

Chapter 141 A painting goes their separate ways

There are corpses and ruins everywhere. At this moment, this is what this town really looks like.

"In the spring breeze" is really like being in the spring breeze, illusory and unrealistic.

The old monk walked through the ruins, and plucked a black object with a fingernail on a corpse, and said: "This is the [Corpse Demon Bone]. It's just such a small amount that creates such a big monster."

"Are these the bones of a zombie?" Zhang Zichen asked curiously.

"Of course not. Once the Corpse Demon appears, it will cause harm to thousands of miles. This object is formed by the condensed evil spirit generated in the Yin and Evil Land. Its appearance is somewhat similar to the Corpse Demon Bones. Most of them are the Corpse Demon Bones of certain evil laws. A substitute. Compared with the non-transformed bones and Xuanyin corpses, it is not a particularly rare thing." The old monk casually kneaded the [Evil Corpse Bones] into powder.

"Monk knows a lot." Tang Yan looked at the broken bodies and broken pieces of steel on the ground.

"You have traveled far and wide, and naturally you have seen more." The old monk said: "The monk wants to burn them all, come naked, and leave naked. Without the evil spirits, in a few years, this place will become a town again. Bar."

"Master, let me help you." Wang Jinjue said suddenly.

"It would be best if there are strong men to help! But I still need to find something, monk." As he spoke, the old monk slowly walked through Erfang Town. He seemed to be very familiar with this place.After twisting and turning, we came to a dilapidated courtyard.

The ruins of the courtyard are not visible, and the ruins burned by the fire are quite old.

Wang Jinjue asked Zhang Zichen to borrow gasoline, and followed Zuo Qianhu to pour gasoline on the town and prepare to set it on fire.These corpses that had turned into demons were the cleanest after being burned.

Only Tang Yan and Zhang Zichen came to this abandoned courtyard with the old monk.

"Oh~ Monk, I haven't been here for decades." The old monk said with a smile as he walked.

Although he hadn't been back for decades, he was very familiar with this place. He walked faster and faster, and came to an indiscernible ruins.

"This used to be a small courtyard, and there was a small pond in it. The pond was very small, and there were only toads. In the summer, when it rained, the toads would scream so loud that people couldn't sleep." The old monk explained to the two of them. road.

He walked around as if trying to reminisce about the past, and then used the cane in his hand as a tool to dig something in the ground.

Tang Yan looked at the thing that looked like a "dragon head" on the crutch, scratching in the soil. Could it be that he had guessed wrong?
After a while, the old monk found a wooden box and said happily: "It's still there."

He carefully opened the wooden box and took a look. It seemed to be a small painting inside. The paper was slightly yellowed and the ink on the painting was blurred. It seemed to be a family of three.The monk put the box in his arms as if it were a treasure.

"Okay, okay, monk, this trip is not in vain! Great kindness!" It can be seen that the old monk is very happy.He is usually cynical, making fun and sarcastic remarks to everyone he meets, and rarely shows joy.

"Old monk, what kind of treasure is this? You have to share half of it when we meet!" Tang Yan said, imitating the old monk's teasing tone.

"To the monk, it is a monk's treasure. To you, it is indeed useless. This is a painting that the monk drew when he was young." The old monk returned to his cynical tone.

"What painting?"

"The painting is damp, and the old monk can't tell it."

"Didn't you draw that?"

"I was so young when I painted it that the monk couldn't even remember it."

"The old monk is dishonest! He remembered the location of the painting, but he couldn't remember the content of the painting."

"The monk is an old monk, but he is not an honest monk, so naturally he doesn't have to be honest." The old monk said with a smile.

"..." This monk is shameless and shameless, and Tang Yan really can't complain about him. "Let's go, let's look forward, don't always look back~"

"Who is looking backward and who is looking forward? Monk You might as well make it clear."

"Ouch, what the old monk said casually is nonsense. Mr. Tang, you are so serious~"

"..." Damn it, this is what I said and I don't admit it.

Zuo Qianhu and Wang Jinjue worked very quickly, and the town was soon filled with the smell of gasoline.

"We still have time to go here. Everything else has been scattered." Wang Jinjue said as he watched a few people just leave the abandoned house.

"Well done, strong man! You helped the monk a lot." The old monk praised Wang Jinjue with a smile.

"It should be." Wang Jinjue said silently, thinking about the female corpse he just saw.

After everything was ready, several people exited the town. As Zuo Qianhu and Wang Jinjue threw the torches on the gasoline, the flames burst into flames and ignited instantly.

The flames were like fire dragons, igniting the entire town and the remains of Demon Mountain at once. Black mist and stench filled the sky rising with the fire.

The old monk watched quietly, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"Master, won't you recite the Sutra of Rebirth to them?" Wang Jinjue asked.

"If there really is an afterlife, do you still need to recite sutras? If there is no rebirth, is there any use in reciting sutras?" the old monk said with a smile.

"Ah, this..." The dialectical answer shocked Wang Jinjue.He had only seen monks reciting the Purana Sutra, but he never thought there was such an answer.

Just like what the old monk said, if there really is a "rebirth", if you don't recite sutras, you won't be given a "rebirth". Then what is the "rebirth"?If there is no rebirth, wouldn’t chanting sutras only serve as psychological comfort and deceive oneself and others?

"Strong man, you have to think too much! The things on your neck can't be stuffed with grass~" the old monk joked about Wang Jinjue.

"..." Wang Jinjue was choked.This old monk, after getting acquainted with him, loves to joke, and has no sense of marginalization at all!

The fire burned all night and was not extinguished until dawn.

The old monk personally checked again and said goodbye to several people: "What happened here, Monk, I heard that someone in Luanzhou claimed to be Maitreya. Monk, I hate seeing these people pretending to be gods. Luanzhou is just at the foot of the capital. We will meet again later, Monk, I will go." "

"Wait..." Zuo Qianhu said, "Wait a moment" before he finished speaking, he saw the old monk disappearing several times.

"Brother Zuo, this crazy monk is mysterious and mysterious. It's just a coincidence between us and him." Tang Yan said.After he had more contact with this monk, he felt that this monk was really unfathomable.

In Tang Yan's experience, Cthulhu was far different from him.Only the black mist monster that Abdullah transformed into felt similar to the old monk.

They are all levels that he can see, but cannot understand.

"Hey, it's true. I'm about to go to the north of Luoyang to eradicate the Yin Yang Dharma King. Why don't we all go together?" Zuo Qianhu knew that Tang Yan and the others were here to kill demons.He took the initiative to invite and prevented Tang Yan and others from bringing it up. It can be said that he was very thoughtful.

"We are about to go together. We also want to see what Yin Yang Dharma King is capable of. He actually calls himself Dharma King?" Tang Yan said.

　Mouth!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)