Raise a House of Obsession

When the little monk said this, he slammed his head three times, and his blood was broken, but he was not moved at all.

The little monk suddenly took out a sharp knife, stabbed him in the neck, choked himself to death, and acted decisively, even Qiu didn't have time to stop him.

After this incident, the caravan left in a panic. They would rather sleep in the wilderness than stay overnight in this village.

The bandit team also left. Qiu didn't pursue them, but let the bandits make a living.

Only Qiu stayed in this village, weeping bitterly, and dug a hole with both hands to bury his disciple.

On that night, there was a sound from outside the hut.

The old monk got up and took a look, and the body of this disciple was indeed dug out.

"You are..." He thought of a possibility.

"Old monk, the caravan ran away. We didn't have to eat, we were so hungry, the little baby was so skinny and hungry, what do you think we can eat?!" The headed old man said viciously.

As the world's master, Qiu is not angry and arrogant. The old man dare not provoke him, but the dead must be used as waste, right? Not only him, the rest of the women and children also stared at Qiu fiercely.

Qiu sighed and handed over all his dry food.

"How can people eat cannibalism? That is undoubtedly the jackal beast."

"How can this be enough? There are a total of 23 people in the village, and this amount of dry food is enough for only three days! Without enough food, all the people in our village will have to starve to death!"

The old man saw that the monk was quite talkative and coldly snorted, "Jackal beast? Monk, you don't know how hungry it is. If you are panicked and hungry for ten days and half a month, even if it is Guanyin soil, you have to eat it!"

"What about being a jackal beast? One has to survive."

Qiu looked at the body of his apprentice, and remembered the little monk's words before the death, "Master! Master! If the master can persuade them not to eat my body and let me be buried safely, then the master won."

"If I can't, then I won, and I asked the master to return to Ranshan Temple, so that I don't suffer here."

He looked at the hungry people, and suddenly there was a sense of understanding in his heart.

All the past events rushed to my heart, the years passed, and the vacant mediocrity lamented.

And he himself is only a mediocre person, unable to become a Buddha.

This time, he was going to lose.

If you lose, you have to rekindle the mountain temple.

Under this comprehension, I couldn't help being discouraged.

"Then, you just eat me!" Qiu suddenly yelled, his right hand condensed into a knife, resolutely swung it down, and a left arm fell off with a "slap". When Shizong master, he is not angry and prestigious, but there is no drop of blood in the wound. This is to use powerful spiritual energy to forcibly seal the wound.

The old man standing in front of him was also stunned, and then he looked at this master with a shock, incredible and foolish look.

These people picked up their arms and quickly stepped back.

However, one arm is obviously not enough.

the next day…

On the third day...

Fourth day...

Until the seventh day!

Qiu always had seven pieces of meat cut off from his body, and the grandmaster of the world couldn't bear such self-mutilation, so that his breath was dying, leaving only intermittent breaths. He opened his eyes and turned his ears sideways, trying to see clearly the thoughts of these old and weak women and children.

There was a whisper in the ear.

"This man is really stupid, he may be crazy. But I don't know that his apprentice has been sprinkled with salt and exposed to the sun a long time ago, and he won't rot for a while."

"That's good, that's good."

"Then wait for this person to die. There will be enough food for a while."

That's all, that's all.

Qiu thought in his heart, unwillingness and despair rushed to his mind, more of it was actually at a loss.

At this time, there was a sudden noise at the entrance of the village.

When I opened my eyes, it was that group of bandits who returned their carbine and killed them. The bandit leader headed by saw that "Qiu", a famous contemporary master, was actually like a human being. He had seven pieces of meat sliced ​​on his body, and all his hands and feet were gone. Feeding these weak women and children, he couldn't help crying bitterly. , Grabbed the ground with the head, "Master, why are you so troublesome!"

"Master, please go back to the mountain!"

"Master, please go back to the mountain!" Many bandits knelt down one after another.

"Fine, nothing."

In the end, Qiu kept his promise and returned to Tao Huashan, the first stop in his life.

However, on the second day of returning to the mountain, he broke his breath.

…

The dream was about to end here, only a strong anger and unwillingness filled Zhou Yi's heart. The despair from a master is naturally so big that his whole person is about to explode.

This kind of feeling he can't tell, can't describe, it is the darkness after the shattered faith, and it is the ultimate swan song of life. But he knew that this was the true biography of Huotong Fist, a powerful psionic technique that could fight against the weird Sha-level.

However, the dream has not really ended yet.

The next dream is the burial of the contemporary master.

The sky was full of fallen leaves and piled up. In this autumn, amidst the cries of everyone in Taohua Temple, the master was buried in the soil.

The whole world seems to be fiery red.

"Master likes peach blossoms. I will plant some peach blossoms here."

The monks of Tao Huashan, weeping bitterly, planted a peach forest after burying Qiu's body.

However, at the second hour after everyone left, a light blue, firefly-like light spot floated out of his grave and floated into the air.

Floating into the distance.

Floating thousands of miles away, that piece of land that made him sad.

The name of that piece of land is called Dalai Kingdom.

The dream is over.

…

Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes, clutching his temples, holding back the feeling of despair in his heart. His heart was beating wildly at an unprecedented speed at this moment!

Because he discovered a huge secret!

One is buried deep in history, and there are some terrible secrets.

He recognized this light blue spot.

Its name is...Autumn!

At the same time, a light blue light, like a firefly, appeared in front of his eyes, quietly, as if waiting for Zhou Yi to make the final decision.

"Autumn... How did the autumn sun come over? Doesn't it only appear in autumn?" Zhou Yi's pupils dilated slightly.

He is a little flustered now.

In the face of the supernatural phenomenon of Autumn, which is so powerful that it is almost unsolvable, he has no ability to resist. When Master Qiu was alive, he was a contemporary master. What is this concept? That is the intensity of Mr. Zhang Haoran who ran out for archaeology.

The powerful obsession after death has reached an unknown level.

"Autumn...Master Qiu. I'm not desperate, can you spare me?" Zhou Yi said slowly.