"Ka! Ka! Ka!..." The train was still running, and I lay on the table, my nose filled with all kinds of smells. You can guess it without opening your eyes, Master Kong's braised beef noodles, green onions, pickles, beer and
The smell of taking off your shoes.
This is what long-distance trains are like, with the lights on at night like a Watsons store open 24 hours a day.
If you unfortunately didn't buy a sleeper ticket, you can only squeeze in the hard-seat carriage like a monk and enjoy all kinds of smells. You sleep on the table all night, your neck is sore and aching, and you slowly pick it up from the table.
Glasses make things in front of you clearer.
I don't know when a young man with a pockmarked face appeared opposite the monk. He was wearing this shirt. His hands were rough and black in color and his fingers were slender. He wore white socks and brown leather sandals on his feet, and there was a hole in the toe of the socks. He looked blankly.
Looking out the window.
The monk cursed in his heart: Damn! God, you are so great, you have given me a strange person in front of me in just one night. If you were in the world, I would rape you first and then kill you.
Next to him was a student girl, dressed in ordinary clothes and with an ordinary appearance, who was sleeping at her desk. A trace of saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth, leaving a glistening puddle on the table.
The monk simply withdrew his gaze, ate half of the bread and began to close his eyes to rest...
After an unknown amount of time, a pair of hands slowly climbed up the monk's neck. The hands were as dry and cracked as dead branches, as cold and hard as ice cubes, carrying the chill from hell.
The monk couldn't see the owner of the hands. Except for the hands, everything in front of him was red. A fishy smell assaulted his nostrils. The "click, click" sound of the train disappeared, and there was no sound around him. There was silence.
He could only hear his own heartbeat, as if the whole world didn't know he was struggling.
The monk knew that he had encountered something unclean again.
"Get out of here!" A roar sounded like a bolt from the blue, and the surroundings returned to normal.
Everyone on the train looked at him in astonishment and ignored them. The monk looked out the window.
This is a gloomy and bad world. The train has just passed through a desolate land. There is no beautiful scenery as imagined, and not even a small patch of green can be seen.
Occasionally, a few dilapidated sheds passed by, and a group of children were chasing each other. What were they doing?
Maybe running and chasing is enough to make them happy. Children's happiness is that simple.
Suddenly feeling that someone was peeping at him, the monk turned his head and his eyes immediately met.
It turned out to be the weird guy with a pockmarked face. His hands were shaking, with some red threads on them, and a little blood oozing out.
The monk observed this person carefully for the first time. He was very thin, almost skinny and bones. His arms were faintly green, and his blood vessels were crawling back and forth under the skin, as if there was something alive inside his body.
This person sat there motionless, appearing to be thinking about something, but he gave off a cold aura.
Damn it, I can't tell whether this guy is a demon or a ghost, but what is certain is that he is definitely not a human.
The speed of the car gradually slowed down, and it was almost time to reach the next stop. Mazi stood up and walked towards the door. The monk simply stretched his body and followed closely.
"Woo..." The car started to stop with the flute.
As soon as they got out of the car, the two quickly accelerated and ran westward. In about ten minutes, everyone came to a small forest and stopped one after another. The monk thought to himself: The battle must be resolved quickly, otherwise it would be a tragedy if the train left.
The skin on Mazi's forehead wrinkled and suddenly split open, and a pair of eyes appeared. "Whoosh, whoosh!" Two beams of light, one black and one gold, shot out from both eyes.
"Hoo!" "Peng!" Fortunately, he ran fast, and white smoke rose from the ground, scaring the monk to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.
When the smoke cleared, Mazi was standing opposite the monk. The eye on the left half of his forehead was upright, which should be the heavenly eye. But the eye on the left half was horizontal. This is... the ghost eye from hell.
Both eyes opened! What kind of monster is this? It's like the cow opened the door for the cow, and the cow is home.
"Monster, today I will act on behalf of heaven and make you pay the price you deserve. I will destroy you on behalf of the moon." The monk shouted and then said: "The evil ghosts of the six paths of reincarnation have returned to their places, open!"
In the sky, countless black and purple electric lights appeared out of thin air, and they were seen swirling together like a tornado, reaching through the sky and the earth. Some small trees in the forest were rolled up by their roots, like a purple demon roaring towards Mazi.
"Hmph! Do you want to win against me just like this? It's time to wake up from your long-lasting dream. How dare you take out your house toys and run wild?" Mazi laughed sinisterly, crossed his hands and grabbed it, "Peng! Peng!" with a huge sound.
There was a loud noise, and the purple tornado continued to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The monk's face suddenly changed and became frighteningly red, and he shouted: "Fire!" "Peng——" The real Samadhi fire ignited from the monk's palm, "Ding, Ding!" Because the temperature was too high, it resonated with the air, and the terrifying flames
It seems like it's going to destroy the whole world.
"Peng! Peng!" Two balls of flame flashed from Mazi's hands, one black and one white. Damn, this guy has real sun fire and lunar real fire. It's interesting this time. It seems that he has met his opponent.
The three flames collided together at the same time and turned into a black light with a roar. It was too late. The heat of the black light was really terrible. "Ah——" The painful howl was earth-shaking, and the dense forest was in the intense heat.
It instantly turned into ashes.
The monk sat on the ground with his eyes closed, while Mazi half-knelt on the ground panting. The two couldn't help but sigh, what a powerful energy, it turns out that the collision of the three only real fires in the world would be so terrible, and the strong high temperature almost killed them.
"Damn it, sister, it doesn't hurt to stand and talk. If you have the ability, come and attack me!" The monk shouted loudly, unwilling to be outdone.
"You should attack me first, so as not to say that I bullied you. Hmph!"
"Do you have a face or a butt? Bullying me? What are you capable of?"
"War of words is boring!"
"You're boring sister! Come here quickly, kowtow to me three times, and I'll spare your life. Haha, or else be careful to blow your anus! Explode first, then kill, and then explode after killing. I'll get you something with a strong taste, Pi.
Whip the corpse. Haha!"
Due to their serious injuries, the two were unable to make a move, but they continued to slander each other verbally. They stopped only after their mouths were dry.
In the span of almost a cigarette, Mazi's body gradually became shorter and smaller. The monk and the others opened their eyes wide and stared in surprise. They saw countless red ants the size of fists crawling out of his body. In a few breaths, Mazi was
Red ants took their place, and the ant colony was divided into several piles, forming monsters of different shapes, and slowly moved towards the monk.
It was so damn disgusting. Hundreds of millions of ants kept squirming, which made the monk feel nauseated. Goosebumps spread all over the floor. He almost gave up his late-night snack three days ago.
Weiwei calmed down and shouted: "Enjoy the suffering of the six paths of reincarnation, open!" The monk raised his hands high, and in an instant thousands of skeleton soldiers emerged from the ground, each with a copper-black body and a tall horse, like the god of death in hell.
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Soldiers of ants were fighting in darkness. Even at noon, there was still no winner. The monk secretly sighed: These red ants are really disgusting. If possible, he really wanted to fry them and drink them with wine.
"Damn, something is wrong!" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a series of loud bangs, countless dust roared up, and the surrounding area was confused.
"Ouch--" A shrill scream came from the soldier ants, and countless skeleton soldiers that had been acidified or chewed up by the ants flashed out.
"Six Paths of Reincarnation Soul-Seizing and Killing Souls, start! I'll fight! I'll fight! I'll fight! I'll fight, fight, fight!!!" The monk waved his palms mechanically. These copper-skinned and iron-bone ants are really difficult to deal with.
For a moment, a ten-foot-wide green light shone, which was truly a spectacle.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the monk was so tired that he was panting, and he was about to lose his strength. Suddenly, he heard a muffled groan, and all the red ants gathered together again. Mazi suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He was covered in filth and his clothes were in tatters.
Unbearable.
With a sound of "Hoo!", they rushed over, swung out their right fists and faced the monk with one palm, "Boom!!!" The ground was shaken continuously, and the two of them retreated. The monk grimaced in pain and turned blue.
, looking at the pockmarked man opposite, his scalp felt numb, this guy is so fucking difficult to deal with.
"Chi-chi-ouch-ouch" Mazi's hands gradually became larger, his fingers slowly extended, and he roared in pain.
Suddenly a dark cloud floated in the sky and blocked the sun. A dark wind blew across the land. The sweat on the monk's forehead accidentally formed into ice crystals and fell down. The temperature dropped rapidly. In desperation, he had no choice but to use the Samadhi True Fire to protect his body and look up at the sky.
, I saw a hole in the dark clouds.
Mazi's arms extended infinitely, and his hands reached into the clouds. The whole earth was shaking, and the sky was getting lower and lower, as if the heaven and the earth were about to come together. Crazy, where did this guy come from? What a cheat! Once you let him
If it succeeds, is that okay?
The sky and the earth are getting closer and closer, and the magnetic field of space is completely disrupted.
"One of the six pillars of reincarnation Qingtian, open!" The monk clenched his hands into fists, veins popped up all over his body, his eyes were dim and gradually turned gray, a human-shaped black shadow emerged from his body, and quickly grew in size, as if it was about to pierce through.
It looked like the sky, holding a terrifying giant axe. The black shadow's eyes suddenly turned red, and it actually started to move. It stepped forward with its left foot, held the giant ax with both hands and struck at the pockmarked child.
"boom!!"
"Boom!!"
With the two people as the center, an extremely brutal force exploded, and a mushroom cloud shot straight into the sky, like an atomic bomb, but of course not as exaggerated as an atomic bomb.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it took more than an hour before the clouds and fog slowly dissipated.
Monk and Mazi stood motionless facing each other, their eyes facing each other, sweat dripping from the tips of their noses.
"Ha ha ha ha--"
Mazi laughed loudly, the laughter was deafening, coughed a few times, and said feebly: "Monk, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your martial arts has improved a lot, and your bones are almost falling apart. Your grandma is really unreasonable.
Didn’t anyone teach you to be filial to your elders?”
The monk's brows furrowed into knots, and he thought to himself: I've probably never seen this person before. How do you know my nickname? It's been a long time since anyone called me a monk. Thinking of this, I was extremely shocked, but I suppressed it and asked:
"How did you..." As he was about to finish his sentence, Mazi turned into red ants again and disappeared into the mound of soil.
Who is he? He lit a cigarette and started smoking slowly, "Monk, come back to school to see me when you have time, and bring some wine by the way, ha, ha." The voice kept lingering over the empty wasteland.
The monk's eyes finally became moist, and tears flowed out unsatisfactorily. Drunkard, is it you? It turns out you are not dead yet.
Bits and pieces of the past appear in my mind like a movie.
The monk suddenly raised his head and shouted to the sky: "Drunkard, drunkard, drunkard..."