The old man made a silent gesture, but his eyes looked slightly confused.
After a long while, he whispered: "Maybe it is, maybe it is not. There are too many things in this world, and we ordinary people will never be able to distinguish between true and false."
The boy clenched his fists, loosened them casually, and sighed: "I really want to ask that monk myself. Hey, if he is really a good person, then everything will be fine."
The old man smiled and touched the boy's head. He was unsure about what to say to him.
After all, in this world, good people may not always be rewarded with good things.
But he really hoped that what those warriors said was true——
...that monk acted evil to save people.
Suddenly, something strange appeared on his face.
The boy opened his mouth slightly and quickly turned his head to look for something.
Behind the yellow mud wall not far away, Leng Biaotou and his party looked around with surprise on their faces.
But it was in Pingsha Town, a land that was dry all year round, where no rainwater came in, and even the wind burned one's nose and throat, that a melodious chanting sound sounded.
Like a poem or a song.
Such as Yale Tiancheng.
However, this rhythm seemed particularly strange, at least the boy named Ge Liu had never heard of it.
But for example, his grandfather, Mr. Ge, and Leng Biaotou, all stood there stunned, with a look of reminiscence on their brows.
"Is this...someone chanting Buddhist scriptures?"
The long-lost rhythm of the sutras seemed to take them back to an era when Buddhism was prosperous, monks traveled north and south, and many good deeds gathered together.
The residents of the town who were rushing towards the ruins of the inn also stopped.
They looked around, looking for the person chanting Buddhist sutras, with complicated expressions deep in their eyes.
Or confused, or sad, or dejected.
The first person to feel uncomfortable was a strong man wearing sackcloth.
His face turned blue and white, showing an expression of pain and nausea, and then he bent over with his belly full.
"vomit……"
A large lump of indistinguishable fuzzy objects was spat out by him.
"vomit……"
"vomit……"
"vomit……"
Residents kept bending over and vomiting filth.
Even the escorts next to Mr. Leng were bent over and vomiting.
The things they vomited out were bloody and bloody, and the stench was unbearable. It was impossible to tell what they were.
But after everyone vomited, they felt refreshed, their brains were clear, their mood was comfortable, and even their steps became brisk.
Leng Biaotou and his entourage were secretly surprised. They thought about it and talked about it, but they were not sure what it was that they spit out.
"Grandpa, why didn't we vomit?"
"This...I don't know...if you didn't vomit, you didn't vomit, no matter what. Dear grandson, what are you smelling?"
"Grandpa, why do I smell a stink? It smells so bad! It seems to be coming from our packages!"
The grandfather and grandson named Ge looked at each other.
Master Ge was silent for a moment, walked to a hidden place, and unwrapped the bag containing the rations.
"ah!"
"this……"
Under the horrified gazes of the grandfather and grandson, a severed hand with solidified blood and half of a blackened and rotten foot rolled out.
"How is that possible? I remember that the one I was pretending to be was the Biluo gifted by Lady Cui before!"
"Grandpa, I'm afraid!"
"Let's go, let's go quickly!"
The grandfather and grandson didn't even want the package. They panicked and hurried out of the town.
The melodious chanting sounds are getting closer and closer.
Rumble!
Thunder sounded.
At some point, thick dark clouds gathered over Pingsha Town.
In an instant, heavy rain poured down, and transparent lines of rain penetrated the entire town.
Listening to the sounds of exclamations, screams, and even tears of joy coming from behind, the pace of the grandfather and grandson gradually slowed down.
Their moods were no longer so nervous and flustered, and they had somewhat relaxed.
Suddenly, the boy suddenly grabbed his grandfather's sleeve.
"Grandpa, look quickly!"
Old Man Ge looked in the direction of the boy's finger, his body suddenly started to tremble slightly, and his face showed excitement.
Not far away, an ox cart transporting fodder was gurgling toward the official road outside the town.
The driver was driving the cattle anxiously while covering his head with a bamboo hat.
And behind him the cart was laid on grass.
A young monk in white robes, lying on his knees with his arms resting on the back of his bright head, was reciting the obscure but beautiful Buddhist sutras freely and freely.
Compassion is universal, and the beautiful sound flows, all in the midst of reciting.
The torrential rain fell straight from the sky and washed into this small town that had been in drought for a long time and was looking forward to the rain.
However, the monk's head to shoes, including the snow-white monk's robe, were not wet at all.
When the rainwater meets him, it will separate on its own and flow down on both sides.
Even the load of hay was spared from getting wet.
Amidst the patter of rain, the bullock cart drove toward the county government, carrying the monks who had stopped chanting sutras at some point and had already closed their eyes and fell asleep.
Beside the pavilion on the official road at the entrance of the town, an old miscellaneous artist with a complex expression put down the bamboo box and sash that he had never left behind all year round, and faced the ox cart that was going away. He put his palms together in a respectful manner and performed the Buddhist salute.
The boy next to him was dancing and jumping excitedly, waving to the monk on the bullock cart and shouting something.
…
"Grandpa, that must have been a real monk just now."
"not necessarily."
"Ah? Isn't such a monk real enough? Why does Liu'er feel so comfortable after listening to the music he hums?"
"He was reciting Buddhist scriptures. Grandpa means that he is probably not an ordinary monk. Everything in Pingsha Town today may be related to him... Maybe the two of us have met the legendary Buddha!"
…
Guangyuan County Government.
In the northern suburbs, there is a secluded mansion hidden deep in the mountains.
Wow!
The room full of jade vases, golden basins, and Yin-Yang pill furnaces were all knocked over by the old man in cloth robes with his sleeves thrown.
"Who on earth...who took away Ma's female body! Dare to ruin Ma's plan!"
The old man gnashed his teeth and cursed.
Even while cursing, he still had a festive smile on his face.
It looks particularly eerie and eerie.
He captured Cui Ying'er's ghost and tried to use it as a medicine to drive away the corpse of the Flying Girl.
And everything that happens to Cui Ying'er, he can sense through the air through magic.
Until Cui Ying'er chased the four people and returned to Luoxia Inn again.
But suddenly a solemn and majestic will appeared.
Isolated from his prying eyes and hearing.
"Who on earth are you! Do you know that by taking away the corpse of a flying woman, you are indirectly offending the Chaos Alliance!"
Ma Lao was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
After a while, Ma Lao gradually calmed down.
"Could it be that the earthly immortals in the game world are using these methods? Are they just taking advantage of the injustice on the road? Or have they been eyeing Cui Ying'er for a long time... Hiss."
He took a breath of air, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
He kneaded the seals with his hands and used them continuously to seal the surroundings of the cave and strengthen the defense.
Immediately it turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.
Not long after he left, a man and a woman's voices sounded from outside.
"The old thief is so thief that he strengthened the seal in advance! The breath is no longer in the cave."
"I think he guessed that we would come for revenge. Sister, what are your plans?"
"It's better to follow what the holy monk said and go to the Yuqing River God first and then make any calculations."
"Brother, that's exactly what I mean!"
…
Outside Guangyuan County Mansion.
A middle-aged man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat from Eguan University suddenly stopped.
In the wind and rain, his eyes, which were like jade beads, swayed slightly, looking somewhere in the air.
"Has the impatient fourth prince arrived?
These thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are no longer the same today.
People from the Nanting Jiang Mansion, please don’t let me down again.”
He was talking to himself, and as soon as his voice fell, his eyes suddenly condensed.
"Huh? That zombie actually awakened Su Hui... Could it be that the master forcibly restored its soul? What an arrogant and overbearing method."
His tone was inexplicable, filled with surprise and a little regret.
"It's a pity that I'm a step too late."
call out!
He rose into the air, but disappeared, and flew towards Pingsha Town with a trace of curiosity.