Hearing this sudden sound, the old monk beat the wooden fish, but did not stop completely, and soon resumed the rhythm, slowly tapping, and continued to chant the scriptures.

Looking at him so calm, I just mentioned the heart, can not help but let go, sitting next to the old monk rest, very vigilantly looking at the entrance.

That was the voice, and I heard it absolutely not wrong.

"This death is terrible enough, even the whole body is not left, you are too hard to start..." said the voice of the public.

When he appeared at the entrance, I could see clearly that there was no one around him.

That time followed him Zhang San, do not know where to go, completely invisible.

“What are you doing here?”I couldn’t help but ask, “Avenge your fellow practitioners?”

He laughed, and the laughter was a relief from the heart.

“He was killed by me, and what revenge do I have for him?”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but froze for two seconds, only to feel that my brain was a little inadequate, and I couldn't fully react.

What is the joy of death? is this fucking laughing?

Or does he feel that he left the happy Buddha, so that led to the death of the happy Buddha?

"There's no outsider here, so I think... I can talk to you."

He said this, slowly raising his hands, indicating that he was not hostile.

Without waiting for us to say anything, he raised his hands and walked to us step by step, not afraid that the old monk would pass to kill him.

"Are you crazy?"I asked, feeling confused, completely confused what he wanted to do, and was even more alert in my heart: "You came to die?"

"I'm just expressing my good faith."He Yigong, hey, smiled, “If you want to believe me, I can tell you something... something you never thought of!”

He said, slowly walking to the outside of the temple, stopping at the temple gate, and sitting cross-legged.

In this process, the old monk did not react at all, still half-closed eyes, and sang the scriptures methodically.

Even if this ancient brake on the ground was constantly shaking, he did not react half-heartedly, and he patiently knocked on the wooden fish to read the scriptures, and even the bout of the public sitting at the door of the temple was ignored by him.

“If you have a word, let go of the bullshit.”I gritted my teeth and slowly stood up.

At this moment, the impact of the blood and the fall of the knife mountain has weakened a lot, and the symptoms of dizziness have also eased, but the feeling of fatigue that can not be said is still tormenting me.

Tired, very sleepy, that’s how I feel.

"I'm sorry about your grandfather."He Yi said, "Although I hurt him, what really hurt your grandfather's disability is to raise nine, it has nothing to do with me, I just have such a little responsibility."

I nodded and said yes, I can understand this, I am not the kind of unreasonable person.

"I know that some things can not be counted in a word or two, the old and new hatred are difficult to eliminate, but Li Si is dead, it is my pain to refine the body, you did it, but also let me eat a big loss."He sighed, “Can you do this with me?”

Hearing what I said, I had no other thoughts than shock.

What kind of voice, what words to him... it is difficult to find this old thing to recognize?

"I'm not sorry, I just hate trouble."He Yikong seemed to be able to see through what I was thinking, shook my head, and said, "I am different from your pursuit, we have no direct conflict of interest, if there is a contradiction, everyone suffers."

"I can't see you doing these terrible things in the mountains."I gritted my teeth and remembered the innocent people who had died on the stage and had been tortured, only to feel that my heart was blocked: "Take the child as a work sacrifice... you can do it by his mother!"

"Not me."He Yi shared his stall: "Sacrifice with a living person, this kind of thing I will never be infuriating, because it has exceeded my bottom line."

“You say it’s not you?”I asked, "In the old religion, your position is not low, among the six prophets, you are the fourth, such a thing will not be yours?"

He Yiguang smiled and shook his head, saying that it was not really him, the sacrifice was specially responsible for someone, and there were several superiors, one of which, that is, the happy Buddha who we just killed.

“Tell us what you want to do?”I was vigilant in asking.

“For me, old religion is just a channel, a channel to help me get something, I don't have any feelings for old religion."That kind of cunning smile reminds me of the seven treasures that succeed in doing bad things, and he is also this expression: "As for those beliefs, worship those old creatures, I just play a scene, they show it to them, otherwise they will not take me as my own."

I asked, unconsciously, you mean, you are a spy?The agent?The rape?

“Not counting.”He Yiga shrugged his shoulders: "I am just an incompetent cult, this sect, just my stepping stone, what I want to get, they can't give me, but I can get my hands through this channel."

I frowned, “I think you’re lying to me.”

“Lying to you?”He laughed even more brilliantly, and said, “If you don’t have my help, do you think you can fight fat monks?”

"Get out of here and don't help the happy Buddha, is this to help us?"I asked.

"Forget it, it doesn't count, but the most important thing is..." He Yiguang said, looking back to the place where the happy Buddha died, and asked with a smile: "How strong is that device, you have also seen, if it is not suddenly invalid, you can break the fat monk's body?" 」

Hearing this, I did not have time to ask more questions, the old monk beat the wooden fish action, coldly asked him: "The device is broken is the ghost you made?"

“The device is related to the old creature, and through the underground sacrificial veins, it can borrow part of the power of the old creature.”He Yi said with a smile: "The sacrificial veins are unimpeded, and the transmission of power will not be hindered, but if the sacrificial veins are blocked, these forces will be broken, and the device will fail..."

"Did you do it?" asked me, looking at the proud face, too surprised to be able to stop herself: "You blocked the sacrificial veins?"

Nod your head and say yes.

"That's no wonder."The old monk sighed, "But I still don't understand why you do this, and even if you tell us this, I won't believe you."

"The reason is simple."

He said, not turning his head to the blood left on the ground: "I want him to die."

“Because of three things?”I asked.

"That's only part, only 30% of the reasons, and the remaining 70%, because he's too much trouble, I have to do it."He Yi said, "If I don't meet this opportunity, sooner or later I will have to find a time to kill the fat monk."

“Are there so many contradictions between you?”I will look at the letter suspiciously, and ask tentatively: "Before this, you have a personal hatred?"

“Yes.”He Yiguo nodded and said, "This fat monk is too desperate, I really can't see it, and he loves to look for my stubble when he has everything, and he always stares at me..."

As soon as the voice fell, he paused a little and asked me, “You should understand?”That feeling of not being free, it's not easy to do anything, there's always a pair of eyes staring at you."

“What do you want?”

The old monk seemed curious, as if he were spying, and when he asked this question, his expression was a little serious.

“One life.”

He said, there are some changes in the smile on his face, and the tone is also an indescribable bitterness.

“One life?”The old man was stunned, as if he did not understand what he was saying.

He looked at us, looked at us, and said.

"In this regard, believe it or not, I came down, not to give up surrender, not to ask for credit, I want to make a deal with you."

Say, light a cigarette, slowly smoked up.

"The one who is going to wake up, you can't stop it, but if you do me a favor, I can let it sleep again, this deal, will you do it?"