The atmosphere in the room was a little strange. The sunlight shone on the floor through the window screen blown by the wind. Su Mo sat on the sofa in the center, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Ester never interpreted the meaning of the atmosphere, and curled up lazily in Su Mo's arms and slept soundly. Elquit stared at Qingzi with an inexplicable look, and Qingzi was stared at...

“Hmm—!!”

He was tied to the sofa on the other side by a rope and could not move.

"Erquit let me go!"

Oh yes, the person who tied her was Elquit, because when Qingzi said that she wanted to have a baby with Su Mo and played with her, she happened to be carrying a huge hairtail fish and surfaced.

Although their relationship is very good, it is true that suddenly hearing this news is tantamount to Aokit. Although this girl never realized that she had been sleeping in Su Mo's arms almost every day since she left Fantasy Country...

"You are in danger now, Qingzi."

Elquit did not hide his vigilance at all.

As for Su Mo, he continued to hold the teacup and drink it slowly, with a serious expression on his face, as if he wanted to drink this cup of tea until the end of time.

That is the Shura field. I am lucky now. I am completely lucky. I have completely focused on Aoko. I will die if I speak rashly. The wisest choice now is to keep a low profile and try to minimize my presence.

"Isn't this a normal thing? I'm almost twenty years old!"

Qingzi raised her chin and spoke righteously.

“Isn’t that adult yet?”

Erquit pointed: "I remember Japan stipulates that only the age of twenty is considered an adult."

"But am I almost there? And we can get married at the age of sixteen!"

"Birth of a baby is not something you little girls who are not yet adults should care about."

Elquit suddenly realized something, stood up from the sofa and walked proudly towards Aoko: "This is what a mature older sister should be responsible for."

To be honest, if you tell me your mental age, it may cause others to directly send Su Mo to the police station.

"What kind of big sister are you?"

"Your age must be multiplied by one hundred to be older than me!".........

“…”

Su Mo picked up the little loli in terms of age, probably the most important thing on the scene, retreated silently, and then ran away from the window.

This is the wisest choice. It would be no fun if they waited for them to react and pointed their finger at them. Su Mo said that he never understood why the male protagonists could not escape early when they were trapped in the Shura field. Could it be that they were so slow that they could not have an ominous premonition in advance?

The complacent person didn't notice the two girls behind him looking out of the window and looking at each other and the weird smile no matter how he looked.

....................................

The old monk is very old and doesn't talk much. He eats vegetarian food every day and sits upright in the Buddhist temple at the rest of his life. Le Wuyou never saw him ringing the round and smooth wooden fish, and never saw him hitting the clock several times - but Le Wuyou would run away every morning and don't know if it was a whim or something, so he didn't hit the clock several times with force.

He didn't communicate with the old monk even though he lived here. The other party just nodded in agreement, so he nodded in gratitude. The old monk never called him when he was having a meal, nor did he prepare for Le Wuyou's share, so he didn't care. After all, living here for free was a profitable thing.

The two of them had no communication every day. The monk repeated the life of getting up early, eating, chanting scriptures, carrying water, chanting scriptures, eating, chanting scriptures and then sleeping every day. Le Wuyou was doing anything he wanted to do based on his mood except for rushing the bell every morning without moving, just like one day at dusk, he released a snow-white bird and then cut off with one punch. Perhaps it was an obstacle from the will of the world.

Even though his internal injuries have not healed because of that incident, it doesn't matter.

The old monk is about to die.

This was something he knew very well when he just walked into this room with no incense, but it seemed that nothing strange appeared in the small temple in the deep mountains, because the monk was very old, and several old spots on his face became dimmer and dimmer.

And this morning, after he rang the bell, he knew that the old man was going to die today.

He sat by the bed.

The bed in the temple is very simple, a whole piece of large stones with flat ground, covered with regular bedding. The old monk was lying on it, and there was no glory in his eyes that was no longer open.

"Ah, it's a pity that no one inherits your little temple."

Le Wuyou shrugged. This was the first sentence he said to the old monk when he lived in this temple.

The monk had no strength to speak, but there seemed to be a little smile on his face.

"Isn't it okay? I don't care anyway."

He looked at the dim room, thought for a while, got up and pushed open the wooden paper window beside him. The morning light and the slightly cool morning breeze rushed in. The room suddenly became much brighter.

"Are you any last wish?"

Although it was a bit ridiculous, the current situation made him vaguely remember his relationship with his wife nearly a thousand years ago. She was a woman who didn't like to talk, elegant and exquisite. When she was so hurt that even the Lord of Flowers, who controlled her vitality, could not keep them. He sat in front of the bed without moving from dusk to early morning the next day.

Then when the window became clear in the room, his wife closed her eyes peacefully.

The old monk also closed his eyes.

He thought about it, stood in front of the monk, and his expression became quiet.

A soft Buddha light lit up from behind him, and the wrinkles on the old monk's face seemed to fade a little.

After burning out, the last piece of yellow paper turned into black ashes and floated into the sky with the last wave of heat. There was a small bump of soil under the swaying woods in the wind. There was no grass growing on it, and the soil was very new. In front of it was a stone tablet with no word written, which was a new tomb.

Le Wuyou sat lazily in front of the grave, ignoring that there were still a lot of fine pieces of dirt scattered below, his shoulders slightly drooped, and a half-burned cigarette held in his right hand.

"I haven't even asked what your name is yet."

Taking a deep breath, half of the cigarette burned out quickly, and then let out a deep breath, and the white smoke almost enveloped his body.

Press the cigarette butt to the ground and extinguish it, then use two force twists to crush it and break it and disappear with the wind.

From beginning to end, he only said three words to the old monk unilaterally.

"Ah, it's a pity that no one inherits your little temple."

"Isn't it okay? I don't care anyway."

"Are you any last wish?"

Some of them are similar to meaningless nonsense, and some even don’t get the answer, but it’s considered a more formal exchange.

Finally, he burst into Buddha's light in front of the old monk. It was the power he killed after coming to this world that he did not leave to him.

But this is the first time and the last time it is used.

When the old monk died, he crushed the divine core of power.

It's time for him to come out.

A wild muntjac in the mountains called out.
Chapter completed!