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"Become a demon on the ground!" the painting monk smiled lowly, his face was gloomy, but it was even more striking than the cold wind in the night.

"If the monk of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect had killed Wang Lun at that time, it would probably not have happened later. Xu Lin said with a little feeling.

Hehe laughed a few times, and the corners of the monk's mouth turned up and sneered: "Who would have thought that the two children who got out of trouble that day caused the collapse of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, if the old monk can predict the future, presumably Wang Lun and I will not survive." ”

"The Buddha is well-read, both inside and outside are one heart, is the son of Buddhism, just like the heart of a child, and the old monk should also be a virtuous monk, only follow the persuasion and so on, presumably will not be spicy. ”

With a cold snort, the painting monk seemed to disagree with Xu Lin's statement, but looked at the other party with a frown.

Being looked at like this, Xu Lin suddenly felt very uncomfortable, but he was relieved to think about it, a speculative heart, how can there be a reason to trust?

Isn't it the same myself?

"And what's next?" Xu Lin asked as he left the topic aside.

"I agreed!" the monk sneered.

But Xu Lin felt a creepy feeling, in such laughter, Xu Lin seemed to see another self from the body of the painting monk.

It's all about escaping, and Xu Lin is hiding from a bloodstained Taoist, but what about painting monks?

It was the hatred of this world, so that when the fear in his heart overflowed, the painting monk chose a place where he could shelter himself, the Ten Thousand Buddhas!

So I didn't see him again for the next few years. It's just that I can't forget what he was like at the time. There was a sense of loneliness in the monk's voice.

Xu Lin did not speak. He could imagine the scene at that time, a stubborn young man, covered in blood, clenched a bloody sickle in his hand, and looked at the monk of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect with good intentions with a vigilant face, until he saw the painting monk, there was only loneliness and coldness in his eyes.

Because his heart was completely broken, and that day was there. What Wang Lun has always believed in has completely collapsed, and in this mess, there is only blood and corpses all over the ground.

The monk gave him a copy of the Buddhist scriptures of the "Pure Heart Sutra", hoping that he could dissolve the demonic thoughts in his heart as soon as possible, but think about it afterwards. I think that sutra must have been thrown away by him. ”

The painting monk's voice was still low, but listening to Xu Lin's ears, he felt that the voice at this time was the inherent state of mind of the painting monk, a person with low self-esteem. No matter how you hide it, there are times when you are lonely.

"Naturally, you became a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, and then got your rightful position with your extremely high talent. ”

Xu Lin's words were heard in the ears of the painting monk, which made him laugh hesitantly: "Not bad." If this continues, I may have the opportunity to become the presiding officer of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. ”

"You met him?" asked Xu Lin suspiciously.

The painting monk did not immediately answer Xu Lin's question. Instead, he was silent for a long time before he raised his head and continued: "The simple and unpretentious days are indeed the time I needed the most, because there was enough time to calm my heart, I thought I would do this, but until I heard from him. ”

Opposite Xu Lin's gaze, the painter also sat down, and his body no longer rippled, bursting with ghostly energy.

"It was rumored that he had entered a branch of the Demon Gate, a very small sect, which was not a big news, and it seemed inconsequential at the time, but at least let me know that he was still alive. ”

In the eyes of the painting monk, there is an endless look of confusion about the past, but recalling this kind of thing makes him regain the behavior of a normal person.

"It was then that I realized that I had been doing this self-deception, and I could not forget the events of that day, and I began to have nightmares, but all I dreamed of was his figure, wielding a scythe covered in blood. ”

"Because you still care about him!" When Xu Lin said this, he also felt a little tasteless.

After listening to this, the painting monk smiled and said, "Maybe!"

"So how did he get the fragment of the Blood God Son?"

Looking at Xu Lin's eyes, the painting monk replied with a playful expression: "This is what you have always wanted to know, right?"

Xu Lin didn't speak, but kept looking at the other party with his eyes, until the painting monk opened his mouth again and said: "I don't know, it's just that what happened later, I know a little bit." ”

Looking at Xu Lin's increasingly cold face, the painting monk continued: "That branch of the Demon Gate did not escape the fate of destruction in the end, but Wang Lun survived, but he fled without a trace, no one knows where he went, and no one wants to know where such an insignificant person has gone, except for me. ”

Looking at the cool night, the cold light in the full moon, sometimes in the woods, the leaves swayed by the wind, and the branches and vines, actually dominated the direction of light, the painting monk raised his head again, looked at Xu Lin, and sighed.

When Wang Lun reappeared, it was at a sect conference, and from that moment on, the name of the Blood Demon began to resound in the world. I stood behind the master, looking at the figure standing in the air, and for some reason, the image of the vague young man was still born in my mind, except that he no longer had a sickle in his hand, but the power to control the lives of others. ”

"You recognize each other?" Xu Lin asked suddenly.

"He knew that I was here, and I also knew that the man wrapped in blood light was him, it was a little strange to say, just at a glance, I recognized it, although I hadn't seen it for many years, but the breath was still so familiar. ”

Looking at Xu Lin, the painting monk asked very suddenly: "Do you understand that feeling?"

Xu Lin shook his head!

How can a liar have a close friend? This is what Xu Lin wanted to say in his heart, but the painting monk smiled bitterly and said: "That glance made me understand that there has always been a deep bond between me and him, and it is a relationship that is cut and unorganized. ”

"So what brought you together again?" Xu Lin asked with some puzzlement.

"Different positions have different beliefs. The painter's gaze looked at Zhou Bian with some complicated eyes, and then continued: "But at the moment when he was besieged and killed, what I thought in my mind was the scene when he saved me regardless of a single thing.

Hearing this, Xu Lin raised his eyebrows, and then the painting monk smiled indifferently and said: "That siege was a matter behind the Xiuzhen Conference, but I participated in it. ”

So the siege became a counter-siege, and the hunter became the prey. Xu Lin interjected.

"Not bad!" the painting monk replied very simply, and then looked at Xu Lin: "When everyone died, I appeared, it turned out that standing on the ground full of corpses, it was so comfortable, a sense of accomplishment that spontaneously arose, filling my whole body, different from the scene when I could only stand behind him." ”

"A distortion of growth. ”

For Xu Lin's sarcasm, the painting monk did not care, but continued: "At that moment we met again, we talked a lot, and from it, I got an idea to destroy this place!"

"Where?" Xu Lin asked without reacting.

"In the world!" replied the monk with a voice.

Xu Lin was stunned, because he thought of a person, that unattainable figure, as if it was right in front of him.

Demon Lord!

After a pause, the painting monk came back to his senses from the aftertaste of the past, and after a period of silence, he continued to Xu Lin: "An inherent order, a world that imprisons the souls of most people, this is a false existence, if a new order is born, there will be no things like ours." ”

Xu Lin sneered, and the painting monk stared at Xu Lin and said: "At first, I felt that this was right, so I followed Wang Lun, one bright and one dark, doing what should be done, killing the people who should be killed, but suddenly one day, I am now, and the result of doing this is to destroy myself." ”

"Of course!" Xu Lin sneered.

The painting monk shook his head: "It's right to live in the moment, for yourself!"

Xu Lin was stunned.

The painting monk smiled: "This is what I suddenly appeared! Just after I killed more people, layers of anger began to appear in my body that could not be resolved, which attracted the attention of my master, because I am a Buddhist cultivator, if I continue like this, I will really ruin my cultivation, not to mention that I am afraid it will be difficult for me to survive." ”

"But he's still continuing, isn't he?" asked Xu Lin as he looked at the painting monk.

"Well, keep killing, killing a person, destroying a sect, and then destroying a city, continue to move forward, bloodbathed in the sky, the ghost is powerful, it is a Shura field!"

At this point, the painting monk's voice fell, and then his eyes fell on the blood-red sword weapon in Xu Lin's arms, and he pointed with his hand with a smile: "That's it!"