My reaction to the injury was more calm, because I was used to getting hurt.

Open the mouth, it's normal!

But in the eyes of the old monk, this is the big thing.

It is not important that I am injured, the monster under the temple can make me hurt, this is the most important thing.

Breaking my head, the old monk looked at it carefully, and his tone became more and more flustered.

This kind of emotion is not what he should have, at least as hard as he is, and should not be afraid to become like this.

“The town...the town can’t stop...” The old monk muttered, “how could it be... all the peace for so many years... how could the monster be able to kill people...is it the injury?”

With that, the old monk seemed to be thinking of something, tugging at me, nervous and watch me.

“How did you find it here?! there’s a noise over there! did you make it out?”

“Old man, I’m going to tell you about this...” I laughed bitterly, “I will fall into this place because of the old-fashioned animals, who built a French platform on the entrance, dedicated to the sacrifices of living children, and I came here to deal with this...”

“They built the French platform outside the entrance?” the old monk said, “What kind of a law table?”

I recalled it, and then I used my fingers to draw a virtual picture on the ground, probably drawing him the shape of a pyramid.

"The French table is made of white jade brick, inside is hollow, inside the French table, the bottom, let the copper plate covered is the entrance down."

“They make sacrifices on the Phaes...take the living to sacrifice...” The old monk muttered, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly there was a hint of remorse in his eyes: “They thought of other ways... I should not have stayed here...I should go out often to see it...”

Hearing the old monk's words, I couldn't help but shudder, and immediately thought of a possibility.

“You mean...” I said, having paused a little, phrasing, and tentatively asking the old monk, “The old teachers, have thought of the curve’s way of saving the country?”

The old monk did not take care of me, still standing in motion, stunned, and the regret in his eyes, almost condensing into the substance overflowed.

"They're not fools, they're not people who do meaningless things, and they're sure they've figured it out."I gritted my teeth: "The sacrifice is true, but it is not the kind of sacrifice that has no substance, and the animals should have thought of ways to contact the monsters underground..."

“Little benefic, you say...” The old monk patted me on the shoulder, looked at me cautiously, and asked, “Those who blaspheme the gods should not be able to help the monster recover his wounds?”

I frowned and thought, shaking my head and saying, Probably not.

The level between organisms and organisms is different, and the structure of the body and the balance of air are also different.

The yin and yang magic, the Buddha Dao, is just a bridge between our two creatures.

It is impossible to recover the wounds of ancient creatures with the spells of hereafter, or with some special sacrificial rituals.

But . . . . it is not really impossible . . . at least the strength of the world, and for those of the old age, it still has a certain effect.

The brain is strange, if the nine-paste god is, trying to restore their wounds completely in one breath, it is basically impossible.

But if only a little bit of recovery, part of it, there is a certain possibility...

The old monk guarded the old monk at the temple, and the old religious people wanted to come down and release the old ones, basically following the door to death.

If this is not the case, this temple will be broken by the old church for eight lifetimes.

For their own beliefs, the old religious people are more firm than any religious believers, for their own faith, not to say to do something crazy, that is, to play, really fight for life, they will not hesitate.

The reason why for so many years, the old people have not come back to the temple, the reason may only be a little.

No matter how hard they try, in this temple, the old monk is invincible.

Even if they have a chance to win, I think they will play once.

But the old monk said that they had never been there once...

They don’t even have a chance, do they?

It must be said that those who are in power in the old religion have brains and are calm enough to know that they cannot do anything to die in vain, so they simply do not take risks.

“They know I’m not going out, because most of my strength comes from this Shakyamuni sitting like...” The old monk laughed bitterly, “so they dared to build the Phafa outside... I said it wasn’t right...I felt the monster under it was moving...”

“It’s moving, so I’m going to get hurt?”I asked, pointing to the rapidly healing wound on my head, thinking about the illusion that I was at the top of the Fa table, which made me fall into, probably with the monster under the temple.

And before I went into the stone gate to see the temple, I also had some hallucinations in the tunnel, and I heard the voices of many people, the whispering, and the monster brought it.

The old monk nodded, the expression more and more heavy: "The power of the monster is not what we can imagine, if it really escapes from the suppression, none of us can survive, if it still lets it escape to the outside world, then it can cause absolutely chaos, it is a disaster!" 」

Hearing the old monk say this, I couldn't help but panic, and looked at the old monk in a hurry: "So what?!

"It's a big battle, but the big battle is complete, it's not bad at all!"The old monk laughed bitterly: "That monster's energy is too big, even if there is a temple town with it, some of it... it should be three souls seven times?"Those things that can escape from repression, though only in part, are sufficient to affect the living.”

“Either it can’t break the seal of the temple, or it’s going to break the seal in one breath and make this ancient dynamite go out of smoke, and we’ll die at its hands in an instant.”

When I heard this, I was even more panicked.

I’m not afraid of getting hurt, but I’m scared to death.

Especially when I meet this inevitable death bureau, let me die here... it is not worth it!

With one last glimmer of hope, I looked carefully at the old monk and asked him.

"According to your words, if you want to repair the big battle, there is no way to start, you can only fight hard?"

The old monk nodded, fight, no fight and no other way to go.

With this some strong answer, I was a little silent, tentatively asking the old monk, do you have a good ability?The rubble is sealed over the entrance, or will you take me out first?

He seemed to know I would say that, and nodded with a smile and said yes.

Look at his face, there is no joke, there is no mocking smell.

Although his skin was dark, and there were still many red lines hovering on it, looking at some of the abominable faces, but . . . the look in his speech had an unspeakable kindness.

"You are still young, should not die so early, not to mention you are also a gentleman, after I took you out, you hurry up, run back to find the reinforcements, perhaps can resist it..." said the old monk, trembling and standing up.

I know that the physical fitness of the old monk is stronger than I am, and I do not need to help, but at this time, I still can't help it, subconsciously help him, and slowly stand up straight.

"Outside is a deep mountain forest, want to run out from here, it takes a certain amount of time."I laughed bitterly and completely suppressed the desire to escape in my heart: "I think if the monster breaks through the seal, it must run faster than I do, do you believe it?"

The old monk paused, tugged at my arm, looked at me very seriously, and saw that I was not joking, and the expression on his face was suddenly complicated.

Rejoice, helplessness, sadness, all kinds of emotions are entangled together.

I could see that the old monk didn’t want me to stay here and die, but now I had no other way to go except this way.

“How long is it until the monster breaks through the seal?”I asked.

"It can hurt people, enough to show that it has the power to break the seal, a short and incense work, long ..."

At this moment, a voice that made me feel inexplicably familiar suddenly came from the darkness deep in the aisle.

“Isn’t that the little king of the house?”

When I remembered who the voice belonged to, I couldn’t help but clenched my teeth and stared at the acquaintance walking in the darkness ahead.

“What a fuck?”!