Faced with Yi Changle's questioning, the monk was still calm and insisted on his initial statement, "Donor, I am really just an ordinary mortal." The monk paused and admitted, "As for what the donor said just now

Yes, right, Destroy the world has never eliminated the resentment in me."

The monk sighed, "The reason why the donor can't see the resentment in me is just because I have never felt resentment."

"Have you never felt resentment?" Yi Changle said unbelievably: "I died by the Qinglong tribe using it to practice secret techniques for no reason. After death, I was unable to enter the samsara for many years. Have you never felt resentment?"

"Donor, I am a monk. Besides, if I have not been used to practice secret techniques, I have to be happy that other creatures in the three realms are used to practice secret techniques.

How could he get angry?" The monk's tone made people feel that what he said was just a trivial matter.

The monk's explanation made Yi Changle sincerely feel respect, and when he was looking at the monk, he also had a little respect in his tone, "Since you don't want to tell your identity, I won't force you, but you clearly

If you don’t feel resentful, why do you deliberately make things difficult for the world to destroy it?"

"The donor think I am deliberately making things difficult for the world to destroy the world?" the monk asked Yi Changle.

Yi Changle did not answer, but his embarrassed expression had already given the answer.

The monk smiled, "It is said that the Nine-tailed Fox Clan is the smartest among the three realms, but I think the donor is not as smart as the legendary one."

"Do you know my identity?" Yi Changle said in surprise.

"The donor's appearance is unparalleled in the world, and it can make the ancient water beast bow down and surrender. At the same time, it comes from Qingqiu. Even if I can't guess the donor's identity, how can I be a mortal with some knowledge?" the monk explained humorously.

"Mencius is compassionate, so even though I am desperate when I die, I will not develop resentment." The monk's smile exuded a sense of compassion, "Donor, I have no resentment."

It turned out that among the first group of creatures caught by the Qinglong clan, there was a monk who used it to practice secret techniques. At that time, the business of Destroying the World was not so skillful, and they could not cut all the throats of these creatures as soon as they were out of the fan.

It can cut one creature at a time.

He was caught in the secret room of the Qinglong clan for no reason. All creatures were scared. Looking at the trembling creatures, the ancestors of the Qinglong clan's royal vein suddenly had bad tastes. If they wanted to see these creatures fight in the internal struggle, they promised that if they were from it.

If you choose one creature to die, you will let the other creatures go.

The monk looked at the fallen creatures, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly. His sacrifice did not bring about the survival of other creatures. The monk eventually died with despair.

The monk shook his head, "No, donor, I have never resented anyone, and of course I also include the ancestors of the Qinglong clan."

After receiving the monk's clear answer, Yi Changle was confused. She didn't understand that the monk died so miserably, was trapped in the fan for so long, and was tortured every day, so how could he not even have a trace of resentment?

"I thought, I snatched Mie Shi from the Qinglong clan, otherwise Mie Shi would still be helping the Qinglong clan king's vein to practice the secret method." Yi Changle's tone was sincere, "The years I spent with Mie Shi together with Mie Shi are together now."

Among them, I know that he is not bad by nature, but is blinded. He is no longer a magical tool in my heart, but a friend. I will not do anything that is harmful to him, nor do I want others to hurt him.

So I beg you to tell me the truth.”

"The donor really want to know?" The monk's tone was a little more serious.

It turns out that after the creatures whose throats were cut by the Destroyed World will be trapped in the Destroyed World Fan, and their memories will be frozen forever on the day when they died, painful and desperate, so they are trapped in the Destroyed World Fan.

The longer the time is, the greater the resentment of these souls will be.

"You said, I was fussing." Yi Changle paused and begged to the monk: "As for the destruction of the world, please make it clear."

The monk's comfort seemed to have magical power. When Yi Changle heard the monk's words, he calmed down and agreed: "You are saying, what happened later?"

Seeing the monk's throat being cut, the rest of the creatures shrank and looked at the ancestors of the Qinglong clan expectantly, hoping that he could let them go as promised.

"Then why don't you have any resentment?" Yi Changle said in confusion: "You are the first to die under the fan of the world. You have been trapped in the fan for the longest time. Logically speaking, your resentment should be the deepest.

”

After listening to Yi Changle's words, the monk nodded clearly, "Donor, I really want to tell you why I let Destroy the World stay in the Demon Clan, but you have to promise me everything."

"What's up?"

"The donor, listen to me tell you a story first." The monk was silent for a while and recalled: "I was the first creature to be cut through the throat by the world and died in despair."

"Don't be angry, everything has a cause and a result. After the Qinglong tribe has done so many bad things, they will naturally have retribution in the future." The monk comforted.

"Don't worry, I'll let you go immediately." The ancestors of the Qinglong clan promised, but at the next moment, he ordered the Demon World to cut the throats of other creatures one by one.

When Yi Changle heard this, he patted the wooden table in the room vigorously and said angrily: "This Qinglong clan is really not a thing!"

"Later, although I died, I did not enter the samsara, and my soul fell into the fan of world destruction." The monk said as he turned the Buddhist beads wrapped in his hand.

"good."

"Even the ancestors of the Qinglong clan who used your despair to practice the secret technique, who clearly agreed to you but still killed the remaining creatures, have you never resented?" Yi Changle tentatively said.

"When everything is over, don't tell the truth about the Death world."

The monk stood up very quickly. The ancestors of the Qinglong clan were disappointed when they did not see the internal fighting they expected. They directly ordered the monk to kill him. After the monk was cut through his throat, he saw his blood flowing continuously.

He flowed out, but his face kept smiling. He thought his sacrifice could change the remaining creatures in the secret room to a life path.

Before the creatures made a decision, the monk took the initiative to stand up and be the one who died.

...

The monk saw Yi Changle's doubts, but did not point out that these things need to be realized by themselves, so he continued: "Are the donor ready? Next, we will reach the part that destroys the world."

Yi Changle withdrew his thoughts after hearing this and focused his attention on the monk's next words.

"Can the donor know that when the creatures in the Destroyed Gang bottle eliminated their resentment, they did not honestly regard their true identity?" the monk asked Yi Changle.

"I know." Yi Changle frowned, "Although I don't agree with his approach, I can understand that if he confesses his true identity to the creatures in the bottle, they will inevitably have grudges about the destruction of the world and will eliminate the resentment in the future.

It is inevitable that it is even more difficult."
Chapter completed!