Chapter 128 Dead

The monk is still reciting the sutras, his expression remains unchanged, as if he has become detached from the outside world and has not noticed anything. In other words, his spirit has entered another place.

for example,

in this painting.

Su Bai smiled. It was a bit heartless to laugh at this time, but he knew that the monk wouldn't care. He had walked all the way before, and Gyatso and Fatty didn't even look at him because they didn't care. would mind such a thing;

On the one hand, this is a rule that everyone has agreed upon. The Eight Immortals cross the sea and each show their magical powers. Depending on their own abilities, they can eat as much as they can. As for what will happen afterwards, they are too lazy to waste their efforts to get angry with you and make superficial efforts;

On the other hand, the main mission 2 is so difficult now. One more Su Bai is not a lot, and one less Su Bai is not a lot, so they all look away.

Yes, they have looked away, because the further they go in, the more powerless and desperate they feel.

In the main hall, Gyatso fought a golden-armored warrior by himself and killed him, but he could not walk any further;

In the front yard of the thatched house, Fatty seemed to have triggered the thunder again and killed the zombies blocking the road. However, this time the backlash was even more terrifying, and he himself was nailed to the rock wall.

In fact, this can be regarded as a kind of doing one's best and obeying fate.

Gyatso's legs were pierced by a spear, and his one arm was disabled. He was already dying. The fat man had to rely on the Turtle Breathing Kung Fu to survive. The monk is in this situation now.

It is true that the group is not far away from being destroyed;

With Su Bai's ability, if he was facing an enemy, there might be a chance to turn around, but this time he faced a situation that was very powerless and hopeless. Even now, he could not even fight against the real enemy he faced. Who is he, and what is the meaning of everything he did before?

Ever since he went up the mountain, Su Bai felt very depressed in his heart. This was a feeling that was difficult to describe in words, as if he was taking the initiative to enter the tiger's mouth.

Su Bai had seen the old man in the painting himself, and the boy at the old man's feet was that little guy. Su Bai could be sure of this.

However, while they were in the painting, Su Bai couldn't carry a painting out and send it to the demon cave. Things wouldn't be that simple, otherwise the monk wouldn't have to "cut the flesh to feed the eagles" here.

The monk was still working hard, Su Bai could see it;

He squatted down by the door, looking left and right. In the end, his eyes fell on the monk's back.

The eagles obviously began to eat slower and slower, and even seemed to be shaky when eating.

Cutting meat to feed the eagle is a Buddhist allusion, which reflects a kind of great compassion, but there is also great danger in great compassion. When feeding meat to an eagle, the Buddha abandons the meat and takes it with him, as well as cause and effect.

What the eagle eats is meat, and what it swallows is cause and effect.

Su Bai didn't know much about Buddhist principles, but he knew one thing. With the way a monk dealt with things, he would never do such a thing that was purely about cutting meat to feed eagles in order to gain fame. He was the only audience here. Who did he do it for? look?

Sure enough, after a while, the portrait began to tremble, and the characters in the picture began to become more and more lifelike;

After a while, the old man stretched out his hand from inside, brought it to the monk, and turned the palm and back of his palm over to the monk;

The monk looked at it, closed his eyes again, and shook his head;

Immediately, the palm retracted into the portrait. In the portrait, the old man was holding a baby in one hand and a cane in the other, walking among the mountains and rivers, enjoying himself;

If it was before, Su Bai really thought that this old man was a real Taoist, but what he saw along the way was that this old man was by no means as simple as he originally thought.

The monk sighed, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground.

Su Bai coughed and reached out to pat the monk's face.

"Monk, monk?"

The monk opened his eyes slightly and said, "It's over, it's all over."

"Don't be so pessimistic. Everything is negotiable."

The monk shook his head, and blood began to flow from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and it was golden blood, which was the monk's natal blood.

"What should we do next?" Su Bai asked.

"There is nothing he can do. He is neither a Taoist nor a Buddhist. He is a demon who has occupied a magpie's nest and doves." The monk said slowly, "A man who has occupied a magpie's nest and doves wants to steal. The demon of righteousness.”

magic?

The devil occupying the magpie nest?

That demon gave him a Continuing Pill?

The monk's breath was still there, but the air coming out was more than the air coming in. He was obviously in a state of overdraft.

Su Bai stood up and walked to the portrait.

The goal of myself and the three fat men before me was just this painting.

Now I see the painting, but I don't know how to get the child who is required by the task. It is really just a layer of paper separated from success, but this layer of paper seems to be separated by the end of the world.

The screen trembled, and a ripple appeared. An old but white hand stretched out and placed it in front of Su Bai:

"Do you choose to enter the painting with me?

In the painting, eternal life is obtained. "

The voice was very old, but Su Bai was sure that it was the old man's voice. However, the old man's voice at this time seemed much deeper than when they first met in the fishing boat on the river. , cold texture.

"Don't think about it."

This was the answer given by Su Bai, and the picture scroll gradually returned to normal;

Su Bai really had no choice but to refuse, because he didn't believe that the existence in the painting could really be bigger than the terrorist broadcast. He would not get any immortality in it. Once the 30-day mission expired, he would be obliterated. Can anyone stop it?

Just when Su Bai felt that nothing had happened, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his heart was about to leave his body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!"

Su Bai knelt on the ground, his face was full of pain, and he was sweating profusely!

The monk watched from the side, just like how Su Bai watched the monk cut meat and feed it to the eagle.

At the same time, there was a hint of pity in the monk's eyes. At least he knew how to use Buddhist principles to try to open and control the painting. Although he failed, this was actually the right way. And Su Bai, who just went up and stunned Qingtou. If he refused, no wonder he would endure the pain he is experiencing now.

Su Bai's breathing began to become very rapid, and he pressed his chest with both hands. His heart really began to feel like it was going to drill out. This feeling was extremely involved and painful.

After the fat man woke up after being disturbed by Su Bai, he was too lazy to continue to rest. He could sense the situation in the thatched house, and his lips suddenly murmured:

"That's not right. It's a completely unsolvable main quest 2. Is the terrorist broadcast deliberately trying to destroy our group?"

Gyatso leaned against the wall, his lips were white and his breathing was weak, but his brows were still frowning, because he couldn't figure it out. This time, it seemed that there was really no way to fight back after the group was wiped out. In the end, after all the After all the hard work, we encountered an unsolvable situation. Did the horror broadcast deliberately want all the listeners in this story to be wiped out here?

This... is not in line with the habit of horror broadcasting. At least, he will let one or two people survive. At least, he will give him a chance to survive and a breakthrough.

The monk who fell to the ground recited Amitabha silently in his heart. Seeing Su Bai kneeling on the ground with a painful look on his face, he also had doubts in his heart. A mission to destroy the group without giving a chance at all?

impossible.

Su Bai gritted his teeth and resisted the pain. Now, he suddenly felt that it didn't make any difference whether he arrived early or late. It didn't make any difference whether Fatty and the others were trying to get him in front of him, because in the end, he met this person. A painting, a painting whose strength and realm clearly surpassed that of myself and others, making all of this meaningless.

However, at this moment, a loud shout came from outside!

…………

A man wearing a Taoist robe walked past him. Gyatso was a little surprised. There was also an audience?

But, immediately, he saw Lin Zhenying.

It's him?

What is he here for?

Lin Zhenying did not look at Gyatso, but continued walking inside.

The fat man looked at Lin Zhenying walking step by step and grinned. Damn it, I said it couldn't be a dead end, and he was there.

Lin Zhenying pushed open the thatched hut and walked in. The monk's breathing suddenly became faster.

And him?

Su Bai was a little stunned and looked at Lin Zhenying standing in front of him.

Lin Zhenying only had this painting in his eyes.

"Back then, you occupied my mountain gate, killed my brothers, and killed my master and master. Now, I'm here to collect debts!

A few days ago, in the zombie cave, I was poisoned and my cultivation was about to weaken. This also forced me to make up my mind. I can no longer be cowardly and live an ignoble existence.

I must avenge my master's sect!

Using myself as a medium to inspire the awe-inspiring righteousness of those who have practiced Taoism in Fulong Mountain for thousands of years, I will perish together with you, the devil! "

Su Bai suddenly thought of the memory of the zombie king he saw when he faced the zombie king before. In the memory, Lin Zhenying was so majestic and heroic, and he beat him and fled in panic. This was very different from the Lin Zhenying he felt. Now It seems so. In fact, Lin Zhenying has always had a backup plan, and it is not as simple as it seems.

Is he the key to breaking this game?

Gyatso's eyes were opened vigorously, and the fat man's hands were slightly clenched. The monk used his last strength to say "Amitabha". Su Bai pressed his heart and looked at Lin Zhenying.

Lin Zhenying raised the peach wood sword in his hand, and for a moment, he was filled with righteousness and thunder!

At this moment, in the portrait, the old man stretched out a hand and pointed here.

Lin Zhenying trembled, a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and then fell to the ground, making no sound;

Gyatso spit out a mouthful of blood.

The fat man's mouth was open and he didn't know how to close it.

The monk's second prayer to Amitabha got stuck in his throat and he didn't know how to spit it out.

Su Bai staggered while kneeling on the ground.

Appearing at such a critical moment,

Appearing in such style,

immediately,

So,

died.