There's a Team of People in the West, Let Them Be Pilgrims
In the morning, the sun shone and the air was sweet.
Nian Cien and the bespectacled otaku put their palms together and said sincerely,
"Buddha is merciful."
The only difference was that there was a hint of struggle in Nian Cien's eyes.
The young monk yawned.
"Patrons, you need to pay a lodgings fee to stay in the Crying Mountain Temple for 880 years.”
The bespectacled otaku lowered his head pitifully.
"Buddha is merciful. My lifespan is less than 880 years.”
The little monk glanced at him from head to toe and pointed casually.
"Then go stand there like a candle. You will transcend after 880 years.”
The bespectacled otaku obediently walked to the front of the huge Buddha statue and stood still among the wax statues.
These wax statues were actually people.
The bespectacled otaku, or rather, the wax figure of the otaku, had just stood still when his face began to show signs of melting.
Consecrate yourself, burn yourself, and offer yourself to this great Buddha.
The smile on the Buddha's face became even brighter and more compassionate, as if he was happy for the conversion of another living being.
The little monk gently turned his head and looked at Nian Cien.
"Patron, please pay the lodging fee."
The struggle in Nian Ci 'en's eyes intensified. After a moment, she said with difficulty,
"I... Sure, take... What about the other things?"
The young monk circled around Nian Cien. His gaze stopped on the famous sword on her waist, Murasame, for a moment before he continued to circle around her.
He clicked his tongue in wonder.
"Yes, a very good seedling. It's indeed a pity to be a human candle.”
The little monk said those terrifying words in a calm voice. A trace of despair flashed in Nian Ci 'en's eyes.
After a while, the young monk said,"
"How about this, you go and recruit some devotees, one for a year.”
After a pause, the little monk pointed at Murasame, who was at Nian Cien's waist.
"This saber is not bad. It can last for 300 years.”
Nian Cien felt that the grand Buddhist voice that enveloped his mind dissipated and he could control his body again.
She trembled and said in horror,"
"I'm willing to recruit devotees to pay off my debts!”
The little monk smiled even more happily. He stretched out his finger and gently tapped Nian Cien's forehead.
"Go, go, go to the west. There is a group of people there.”
Nian Ci 'en couldn't help but nod.
Fusang.
This time, it was the Vast Saber City.
Black clouds, which were exactly the same as the last time, gathered and covered the sky.
Countless strange creatures descended from the sky. They roared, howled, were excited, and killed.
The Fusang people of the broad saber city did not have time to escape at all. They were found one by one by these strange people and their heads were crushed one by one.
The thick darkness fell from the sky and covered the entire city.
From the skyscrapers to the dilapidated village houses, everything was stained with this thick black color.
The entire city became dark and dilapidated.
Soon, this place became a new paradise.
It was a strange paradise, a paradise of evil.
Everyone in Fusang was trembling.
At the same time, in Bench City, the first polluted city.
The thick darkness in the city swayed gently, as if it was expanding in the direction of the Vast Saber City.
In the ancient Eastern country.
The dignified old man finished reading the report with an ugly expression and asked solemnly,
"Is that Fusang person called Nian Cien not dead?”
The middle-aged man replied respectfully,"
"He didn't die and seemed to have become a member of the Crying Mountain Temple. I wonder if it's a blessing or a curse.”
The dignified old man nodded. He recalled the little monk who was smiling happily in the video and the pious wax statues in front of the huge Buddha statue.
Or rather, a human candle.
His frown deepened.
This Myriad Races Battlefield seemed to be deeper than he had imagined. Not only were the Myriad Races enemies, but there was also something strange and ominous.
The dignified old man suddenly asked,"
"Godly Monk Zhen Ding should be good at dealing with these demons, right?”
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment before he nodded with certainty.
"It shouldn't be a problem. After all, everyone knows that Buddhism is the best at restraining demons and ghosts.”
After a pause, the middle-aged man continued,"
"Besides, the flesh monster in the Mass Grave back then doesn't look any worse than the evil Buddha in the Crying Mountain Temple!”
The dignified old man also laughed.
On the Myriad Race Battlefield.
The little boy yawned and opened his eyes in a daze.
At this time, the team had already begun to move forward. The hunting team followed behind, and the old monk at the side bent his body and walked ten meters with each step.
The jade white lion felt that the little ancestor on its head had woken up. It heaved a sigh of relief and took bigger steps.
Just now, it was afraid that it would wake the little guy up and get beaten up. Therefore, it had been walking very carefully, afraid that the vibration would be a little too big.
Xiao Budian opened the milk bottle and gulped down a mouthful of beast milk. His face was filled with satisfaction,
"Grandpa, what are we having for lunch?”
Although the dry food in the food bag could fill one's stomach, the taste was too bad. The little guy was disgusted after eating a mouthful.
Zheng Yuan raised his head slightly and said kindly,"
"This old monk will naturally eat some dry food at noon. Little benefactor can go with the hunting team.”
The little guy's eyes lit up. Hunting teams naturally ate meat.
He couldn't help but swallow.
In the distance, there was a lone woman with a saber at her waist. She was slowly walking towards the group of people.
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