On October 10th, Ye City's reporter Chen Shuaiwen came again. This time, he was here to shoot a strange photo. He felt that the Black Mountain General's tomb was not ordinary.
Kacha kacha.
Chen Shuaiwen felt that his surroundings had changed a lot.
One-third of the tombs were lined with fresh flowers and candles.
"This monk has done a good deed. The soldiers buried here are all soldiers who died in battle hundreds of years ago.”
"After a few decades, no one came to pay their respects here anymore. Only a monk still remembered..."
As he spoke, Chen Shuaiwen took photos and sighed.
Then, he heard footsteps again.
A monk in a snow-white robe with an otherworldly appearance came again. He ignored his scabs and continued to pick flowers with determination.
They were weaved into flower balls, and then bunches.
Chen Shuaiwen only sighed. He took some photos and left after staying for two hours.
Before he left, he looked at the little monk whose hands were badly mutilated by the flower thorns and could not help but ask.
"Why are you doing this? Torturing yourself to do good deeds. Let it go. Over the years, many princesses who have been married have loved ones.”
"We have to adapt to the great era."
Chen Shuaiwen finished speaking very seriously. The small monk made a Buddhist bow before Chen Shuaiwen sighed and left.
The afternoon passed.
Evening passed.
The remaining one-third of the graves had a bouquet of fresh flowers placed in front of them. They were as white as snow.
The setting sun was gone, and only the shadows of the dead appeared in front of each grave. They shed tears and looked sad as they thanked the little monk in the void.
Following that, Lan Zishan kept hearing notifications.
You offer flowers to the lonely and unknown souls. They feel the meaning of existence. They swear to follow you. You can call them at any time.
[Level 10 Talent of the Dead Souls: Commanding the Dead Souls and creating an army of ghost soldiers. Currently, you can command 1000 dead souls/Level 10 scythe ghosts. Devour broken white bones to strengthen the Yin Qi.]
And now,
Lan Zishan stood up. All the souls in the Black Mountain General Cemetery had been subdued. He could not help but calmly take out his phone.
Twitter: The beautiful princess of the Western Dynasty is getting married. This is the seventh princess. The grand marriage is coming. For the peace of mankind, let us always remember these daughters of the marriage. They will eventually be recorded in history.
The seventh princess 'marriage was about to arrive in the nine provinces. At that time, they would have to rob the marriage.
After that, the news became the hottest topic, and the comments below were all about it.
"Actually, it's not bad. Every ten years, he marries dozens of princesses to obtain peace, and the people live and multiply.”
"Yes, the princess should bear this fate.”
"There are many things that can reduce the number of wars.”
Most of them were Western comments.
Lan Zishan looked on and didn't laugh. He was only angry that he didn't fight and lamented his misfortune.
History had changed. In the battlefields of the various heavens, the myriad races had fought for hundreds of years. Humans had been living an ignoble life, and the myriad races were looking for an opportunity. Everyone was thinking of hiding.
Relying on women, relying on marriage to obtain peace.
"Phew, it's time to do something."
The small monk left silently, bringing along a thousand souls.
After returning to Green Crest Peak, the old monk, Master Qingfeng, only sighed. He looked at his beloved disciple, who was staggering and had bloodstained hands.
"Hey, go chant."
After that, Lan Zishan chanted sutras. He did not care that many tourists were looking at him. They whispered to each other. Some looked at him with sympathy, while others looked at him with complicated expressions.
He just chanted quietly.
"Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara!"
When the sky turned dark, Lan Zishan arrived at the back of the mountain. It was pitch-black, and he was the only one standing in the mass grave, looking at the piles of bones that could not be pieced together.
whispered.
"The souls of the dead have moved out to devour the white bones and advance.”
After giving the order, he was like a Spirit Ender. The dark souls of the dead appeared in a ferocious manner. There were a thousand of them and they began to devour the scattered bones. Then, their bodies solidified and their auras became stronger.
Several hours later, the Mass Grave was much cleaner than before.
Then, a new notification appeared on the interface.
[Level-9 Undead Talent: Commanding the Undead and creating an army of Ghost Soldiers. Currently, you can command 1000 Undead/Level-9 Undead Giant. Devour broken low-level White Bone Yin Qi to increase your strength.]
[White Bones Level 9 Talent: Number of bones that can be summoned: 500/Level 9 Skeletal Warrior
Now, the two talent panels were both starting to develop.
The small monk listened to the conversation in the dark night.
"Wait for me, convert, Miss Xiu.”
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