The old monk opened his eyes slightly, looked at Qin Mu's surprised face, and said with a smile: "Little donor, can you tell the poor monk your name?" ”

Qin Mu was stunned, he didn't expect the old monk to ask like this, especially such a respectful tone made Qin Mucheng panic: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, contemptible Qin Mu." ”

"The little benefactor is too humble." Although the old monk was laughing, Qin Mu saw a hint of decay in his smile, in Qin Mu's opinion, the old monk's seal hall was blackened, and the whole person was already in a state of checkmate, he was shocked, I remember that when I just went to the island not long ago, I thought that the old monk was so powerful, and now how long has it been, and the breath of a dying person has begun to come from the old monk's body?

Shouldn't it?

"The poor monk is empty."

While Qin Mu was still in the fugue, the old monk slowly reported his name, folded his hands, and said slowly: "Amitabha." ”

A large number of golden birds burst out of the sky, spreading their golden wings, sweeping overwhelmingly, covering the night and destroying the withering and decaying. The birds leapt from their golden eyes, fluttering all over the sky and soaring into the sky.

Like a sharp sword that breaks through the darkness, tears the wound of the night, breaks through the shackles of black gas, the gold and black in the sky fight, the gold shines on the brown and red earth, the howl of the giant baby suddenly becomes disordered, mixed with some unwilling shout, the silent night, erupts into a collision of justice and evil.

Qin Mu accumulated a little spiritual power, which was also used to attack the purple giant baby, and the judge's pen in his hand moved slightly, and one after another spirit runes were pushed out, summoning thunder talismans and burning talismans...... This was almost the fastest speed at which he could draw talismans, white spiritual power swept across the dark night sky, and mysterious runes came out one by one, but a few strokes outlined the power that connected heaven and earth.

The black vortex in the sky was broken up at some point, and a thunderbolt the thickness of a basin went straight from the sky to the ground, with this as the center, revealing a little starry sky, although there was still black gas around, it did not affect the power of the thunder and lightning at all, and it slashed straight on the purple giant baby's head, Wen Xiu didn't seem to have time to react at all, and his whole body became pitch black.

Wen Xiu howled into the sky, and the sound waves could be seen to spread out in her range with the naked eye, Qin Mu was shocked and took several steps back before stabilizing his footsteps, on the other hand, the empty monk's robe was blown backwards by the strong wind, and the monk's robe that was blown open revealed the dead gray chest inside.

Qin Mu's heart chuckled, and a feeling of uneasiness arose spontaneously, accompanied by a strong panic, this panic was similar to the impact on Qin Mu when Chonghua had been silent for five years.

Because he saw that the dead gray chest that was exposed was disappearing into the heavens and the earth little by little in a decaying posture.

This Buddha Eye Array has suppressed Wenxiu for more than 20 years, even if it was arranged by a master like Chonghua, it was already the end of the strong crossbow, and it was already unable to hold on to this resentment, Qin Mu should have thought that even if this Buddha Eye Array was against the sky, no matter how powerful it was, when it had been consumed for more than 20 years, after more than 20 years of erosion of the Buddha statue by the lake, how could the Buddha Eye Array burst out with such powerful energy at one time.

Unless someone takes life as the guide and soul as the sacrifice, and is willing to act as the eye of the array, and drive the Buddha's eye array with his own flesh and blood, will he have such power and break through the shackles of darkness.

The corners of Qin Mu's eyes were moist, and he rushed to the location of the old monk desperately, and the sound of faint chanting came from the air at some point, even Qin Mu, a person who did not understand Buddhism, could feel the sacredness and solemnity in it.

The old monk smiled at Qin Mu, the golden light that rushed to the sky, little by little shrouded the darkness, impregnated, and then shattered in it, Qin Mu opened his arms and ran towards the old monk with a protective attitude, behind him was the light that rushed to the sky, the scene in front of him was covered by a large area of gold little by little, and the old monk's body continued to drift away with the wind, like a pile of sand that was blown away.

Qin Mu's eyes were golden, and the old monk's voice was also covered with gold, barren, silent, and uninhabited, as if he was the only one left in this huge world.

Qin Mu struggled to say something, but suddenly felt a pain in his back, and a suffocating pain was instantly transmitted to his limbs, and the scene in front of him gradually blurred until it was pitch black.

In a trance, I heard someone shouting: "Quick, carry him, hurry up, this place is about to collapse." ”

Then there was a panicked voice, Qin Mu felt that he was being carried by someone's rotten waist, and behind him, there was a hot pain.

"It's so badly wounded!" It seemed to be Yu Xiu's voice, but Qin Mu couldn't hear it anymore, what greeted him was endless darkness, a warm feeling surrounded him, a heavy sense of fatigue hit his heart, and he slept peacefully.

If Qin Mu opened his eyes at this time, he would see a white-haired old woman, commanding Zhao Laoshi and Yu Xiu, carrying Qin Mu on their backs......

The surrounding space, like a torn flag, escapes little by little, and the edge flashes with black light, like a flame lit in the dark, at the junction of darkness and gold, gold dissipates in the wound of the night with a memorable attitude. The golden earth, the golden lake, and the golden pavilion all dissipated in the dark night sky.

The night sky is full of stars, and just one glance will tell that the Tao is a joy and joy for one's body.

At the moment when Zhao Laoshi and Qin Mu left Sikong Mansion on their backs, the magnificent building that carried the Sikong family's hundreds of years of accumulation fell apart and the dust settled, as if nothing had ever existed.

Yu Xiu and Zhao Laoshi looked back at the murderous mansion with a century-old murderous reputation, at the beginning when Qin Mu rushed in, Yu Xiu also followed in, but Zhao Laoshi was the last to go in, he clearly saw that Qin Mu seemed to be sucked in by a terrible suction, and he was stunned to pull Yu Xiu's waist and pull him out of it alive.

Then they met the gray-haired old woman, whose eyes seemed to be invisible, one eye was closed, and the only eye was white, but she seemed to be able to see, and looked them up and down a few times, and heard her smile pleasantly: "Follow me." ”

When that piece of gold swept overwhelmed, Yu Xiu and Zhao Laoshi saw a picture that they would never forget in their lives, and the old monk folded his hands and tore the wounds of the night with a resolute gesture to welcome death.

Even if they met in Pingshui, they didn't know their names, and they were full of tears.

It's like there are some things that can be imprinted in my heart in a hurry. There are some places where it makes no difference to go or not to go, to or not to go. Because it belongs to the heart, it is to be admired for a long time, and it is copied in the depths of the soul like a long scroll of ink.

Bowing deeply in the direction of Sikong Mansion's dissipation, Yu Xiu and Zhao Laoshi carried Qin Mu away under the smiling gaze of the white-haired old woman.

If Qin Mu wakes up, he will definitely recognize the origin of this old woman - the neighbor of Guan Yu and Guan Xue's brothers and sisters, Granny Hua.

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Just this bit of writing, there are some things that can't be said in words, it's better to say that Xiaoyou is at this level, sorry.

From the beginning of passionate creation, to now, I have found that what I want to write is no longer so arbitrary, on the contrary, it is getting heavier and heavier, and I have to load more and more things.

Human nature, or love, or reality, no matter what, I want to use my own way, my own language, to accomplish it.

I hope you can always accompany me, the little tryst grows up little by little, streamlines the text, and writes this book with heart has been serialized for 36 days, 20W words, thank you for your company.

Happy New Year to the last one.