"Xiaosong!" The master seemed to feel someone picking him up, his eyes rolled in their sockets, and finally a glimmer of light appeared.

"Master, don't say anything, my apprentice will take you to find the doctor!" Luo Song hugged the master and jumped on the eaves, he choked with sobs.

But the master in his arms did not speak. Luo Song was worried that he was dead and turned his head.

His slightly opened eyes stared at the gray sky.

"Xiaosong, why do people have inner demons?" The master in his arms let out a feeble groan and said softly.

Luo Song thought that he moved too fast and touched his master's wound, so he immediately slowed down.

"I, I don't know." He lowered his eyes and answered honestly.

"That's not a Buddha, that's a monster!" After a long while, the master in his arms tried his best to say these last words.

Luo Song didn't know what he was talking about. He only knew that the best doctor's shop in the city had arrived.

He fell to the ground excitedly, looked at the slightly closed door, and happily looked at the master in his arms. He didn't realize that the original warmth in his arms had gradually become cold.

The master had died, his dirty face was covered with silk threads, his cheeks were covered with dirt and dust, and the black and red blood under his nose had long solidified.

It looked like he died very peacefully.

Luo Song was stunned there, knowing that if he took one more step forward, he would be able to see the doctor.

He could no longer hold the master in his arms and collapsed on the ground.

Luo Song didn't know what the master and the others encountered that night. He only knew that it was a monster, a monster that looked like a Buddha but was not a Buddha.

Now he finally saw the monster and finally understood why the master and others died at its hands.

Luo Song's hand holding the big knife couldn't stop shaking.

The monster's roar mixed the sadness and fear in his heart, making him feel an uncontrollable pleasure.

Come on, monster, come on.

He roared and ran towards the monster, his eyes red!

"Bump!" Luo Song's figure jumped in the air and appeared behind the Buddha. The big knife in his hand slashed hard, emitting a dazzling golden light.

The knife felt as if it had been struck on an extremely hard boulder, without any damage.

"Don't overestimate your own capabilities." Thousand-Handed Buddha smiled, turned his palms, and the huge monster turned around, grabbing four of its six hands towards Luo Song in mid-air.

Seeing the four ghost claws coming towards him, Luo Song turned around in the air and dodged two hands, but the remaining two hands hit him hard on the back.

The remaining two hands grabbed him and threw him to the ground. Luo Song rolled twice on the ground and hit a huge tree trunk before stopping.

He got up from the ground, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth.

This monster is not only huge and hard, but also as fast as a phantom. No one can be his opponent in close combat.

Even his master and six of them couldn't subdue him at the time, let alone him alone?

Now he always acts alone because he is afraid. He is afraid of watching his companions slowly die in front of him.

Therefore, he would rather be alone, without friends, without partners, without worries, and continue to fulfill his master's ideals.

But this is really ridiculous. An upright catcher can't defeat a thief who is bent on harming others.

What about the promise that evil will never prevail against good?

More than twenty years ago, six men who were dedicated to justice died under its claws. If they had not died, maybe the world would be better now? His work is no longer so tiring, and he no longer has to run around alone.

Look for those murderous prisoners.

Over the years, not a day went by that he didn't think about avenging them.

Every prisoner he captures and every madman he hacks to death makes him feel better. But now the most damned person is right in front of him, and there is nothing he can do.

Is this the fate good people deserve? For the so-called bullshit justice, for this unfair world?

No, he was unwilling to give in. The blazing heat that came from nowhere spread from his Dantian to his heart, beating his mind violently like a drum.

A tear slowly flowed down his red eyes, followed by another.

At this moment, his brain has been wrapped in endless anger, leaving only two words, revenge!

He must take revenge, even if he is possessed by a demon, he must destroy this monster.

Luo Song raised his head, his eyes were red, as if soaked in blood.

He completely forgot about his own mind and no longer paid attention to the weaknesses of the Thousand-Faced Buddha. Now he was full of strength. This strength made him feel that he could stand up to this monster head-on!

"He." Luo Tianyang looked at Luo Song who suddenly became furious and uttered one word softly.

"What's going on?" Yin Qingxia and the others looked at their feet in surprise. The ground began to shake at some point, and countless rubbles were trembling and jumping.

An extremely powerful aura, containing endless murderous intent, struck overwhelmingly, covering the entire realm of Buddha Kassapa.

"Luo Song, I'm possessed." Luo Tianyang finally finished his sentence and then let out a long sigh.

"I don't know what stimulation he received, but now, all he can think about is killing."

"Possessed?"

"That's right, you can become a Buddha with just one thought, and become a devil with just one thought. On the road of cultivating immortality, if you are not careful, you will fall into the devil's path, just like Yu Ziqing did for more than ten years." When Luo Tianyang said this, he glanced secretly.

The expression on Luo Qingshui's side.

She looked at Luo Song, whose face was stained with tears, and suddenly felt that he was so pitiful.

That look on his face, as if he had lost everything.

Relatives, lovers, friends, that kind of sadness that is all-consuming.

"Let's not get too close to them now, otherwise..." Luo Tianyang just wanted them to keep a distance from Luo Song at this moment.

A beautiful figure has already rushed forward, that is, Luo Qingshui!

Luo Song jumped up from the ground, and he stepped on the ground to create a deep pit.

He flew into the air and the big knife in his hand fell from the air.

There was no cover-up at all, just an ordinary stab.

The Thousand-Faced Buddha looked at Luo Song falling from the sky and stretched out his arms to block it.

The knife struck its arm firmly, leaving a faint mark on it.

"Hahaha, Luo Song, didn't you say that I am not elegant? Why is it you who seems to be the poor one now?" Thousand-Armed Buddha saw that his Buddha was injured by Luo Song, but he was not worried and instead laughed.

Got up.

But at this moment, Luo Song no longer had any consciousness and could only chop randomly in the air, leaving several scars on the Buddha's body.

However, those shallow marks did not cause any harm to the Buddha. He waved both palms together and once again sent Luo Song flying away.

This palm made him fall back dozens of feet before he stabilized his body. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, spraying like spring water, and soon dyed the stone ground red.

But he didn't know the pain at all. He held the knife in his hand tightly and rushed forward to fight with him, but he was suddenly held tightly by a person behind him.

"Stop coming forward, you will die!"

In the haze, Luo Song saw a figure appearing in front of him, but it was so blurry that he couldn't see his face.

"Master, master!" He murmured softly and stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch the cheek of the person in front of him. He wanted to feel the familiar temperature again.

"Qingshui, Qingshui!" Yin Qingxia and the others saw Luo Qingshui's desperate move and ran forward, no longer caring about the safe zone.

"Death, I want you to die!" Just in a daze, Luo Song regained his ferocious appearance and raised the sword in his hand high, but this time the target of the sword was Luo Qingshui.

Seeing that the knife was about to fall, Luo Qingshui pounced forward, remembering the past.

Whenever she was scared or troubled, the master would hold her in his arms and look at the stars, or hold her and whisper in her ears.

The warmth of that chest will slowly soothe her fragile heart.

So even though she didn't know if this method was effective, and she didn't care about the difference between men and women, under the surprised eyes of Luo Tianyang and others, she hugged the hoarse and whimpering man tightly.

He stretched out his slender palm and patted his broad back gently.

"Be good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the master is here." She whispered softly in Luo Song's ear, and the thin and ethereal voice fell into his ears.

At this moment, in the eyes of Luo Tianyang and the others, Luo Song, who was originally arrogant, actually calmed down. The sword raised high in his hand no longer dropped, and even the scarlet in his eyes gradually faded away.

"Don't cry, don't cry, the master will be with you." Luo Qingshui recalled Yu Ziqing's comforting words to her at that time.

"Xiao Song, you're talking about people." Luo Song's consciousness slowly became clear again, "Why are there inner demons?"
Chapter completed!