The old monk opened his eyes slightly, looked at Qin Mu's surprised face, and said with a smile: "Little donor, can you tell me your name?"

Qin Mu was stunned. Perhaps he didn't expect the old monk to ask such a question, especially with such a respectful tone that made Qin Mucheng frightened: "I don't dare to take it, I don't take it, I, Qin Mu."

"The little benefactor is too humble." Although the old monk was smiling, Qin Mu could see a hint of decay in his smile. From Qin Mu's point of view, the old monk's face was blackened, and his whole person was already at a critical stage.

In the state of death, I was suddenly shocked. I remember that when I first came to the island not long ago, I thought the old monk was so powerful. But how long has it been now that the aura of a dying person has begun to come from the old monk?

Shouldn't it?

"The poor monk is empty."

While Qin Mu was still wandering in his mind, the old monk slowly announced his name, clasped his hands together, and said slowly: "Amitabha."

A large number of golden birds burst out in the sky, spread their golden wings, and swept in overwhelmingly, covering the night and destroying everything. Those birds flew from the golden eyes, flew all over the sky, and soared into the sky.

Like a sharp sword breaking through the darkness, tearing the wounds of the night, breaking through the shackles of the black air, the gold and black in the sky competed, and the gold shone on the brown land. The howling of the giant baby suddenly became chaotic, mixed with some

This unwilling cry, the silent night, broke out into a collision between justice and evil.

Qin Mu accumulated some spiritual power and used it to attack the giant purple baby. The judge pen in his hand moved slightly, and spiritual talismans were pushed out one after another, such as the thunder summoning talisman and the burning talisman... This was almost the fastest speed he could draw talismans. White

The spiritual power passed through the dark night sky, and mysterious runes came out one by one. A few strokes outlined the power connecting heaven and earth.

The black vortex in the sky was dispersed at some point, and a thunder and lightning as thick as a washbasin went from the sky to the ground. With it as the center, some starry sky was exposed. Although there was still black air surrounding it, it did not affect the power of the thunder and lightning at all.

It hit the giant purple baby on the forehead. Wenxiu seemed to have no time to react, and the whole body turned black.

Wenxiu howled into the sky, and the sound waves spread out around her with the naked eye. Qin Mu was shocked and took several steps back before he could steady his steps. Looking back at Monk Kong, the monk's robes all over his body were blown away by the strong wind.

Flowing back, the monk's robe blew open, revealing the deathly gray chest underneath.

Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat, and a feeling of uneasiness arose spontaneously, accompanied by a strong panic. This panic was similar to the impact on Qin Mu when Chonghua had been silent for five years without any news.

Because he saw that Kong Kong's exposed dead gray chest was disappearing into the world bit by bit in a decaying manner.

This Buddha's Eye Formation has suppressed Wenxiu for more than 20 years. Even if it was set up by a master like Chonghua, it is already at the end of its power. It has already been unable to stand up to this resentment. Qin Mu should have thought that even if this Buddha's Eye Formation was reversed again

No matter how powerful the sky is, how could the Buddha Eye Formation burst out such powerful energy at once after more than twenty years of wasting away and more than twenty years of lake water eroding the Buddha statue.

Unless someone uses their life as a guide, their soul as a sacrifice, and is willing to serve as the eye of the array, using their own flesh and blood to drive the Buddha Eye Array, will they have such power to break through the shackles of darkness.

The corners of Qin Mu's eyes were moist, and he rushed to the old monk's position desperately. The sound of faint chanting came from the air at some point. Even Qin Mu, who was not familiar with Buddhism, could feel the sacredness and solemnity in it.

The old monk smiled at Qin Mu. The golden light soaring into the sky shrouded the darkness bit by bit, soaked it, and then shattered into it. Qin Mu opened his arms and ran towards the old monk in a protective posture. Behind him was the light soaring into the sky. The scene in front of him was astonishing.

Covered in large tracts of gold, the old monk's body continued to float with the wind, as if

A pile of blown sand.

Qin Mu's eyes were filled with gold, and the old monk's voice was also covered by the gold. It was desolate, silent, and deserted, as if he was the only one left in this huge world.

Qin Mu struggled to say something, but suddenly felt a pain in his back. A suffocating pain instantly spread to his limbs. The scene in front of him gradually blurred until it was completely black.

In a daze, I heard someone shouting: "Hurry, carry him, and leave quickly, this place is about to collapse."

There was a panicked voice next, and Qin Mu felt like someone was carrying him on his back, and there was burning pain behind him.

"The injury is so serious!" It seemed to be Yu Xiu's voice, but Qin Mu could no longer hear it. What greeted him was endless darkness, a warm feeling surrounded him, and a heavy sense of fatigue hit his heart, and he fell into a peaceful sleep.

If Qin Mu opens his eyes at this time, he will see a gray-haired old woman, commanding Zhao Laoshi and Yu Xiu, and carrying Qin Mu on her body with all hands and feet. Behind them, there is a golden...

The surrounding space is like a torn flag, escaping little by little, and the edges are flashing with black light, like a flame lit in the darkness. At the intersection of darkness and gold, gold takes the form of remembering,

The wounds dissipated in the dark night. The golden earth, golden lakes, and golden pavilions all disappeared into the black night sky.

The stars in the night sky are shining brightly, and just by looking at them, you can tell that they bring you joy and joy.

The moment Zhao Laoshi and the others left Sikong Mansion with Qin Mu on their backs, the magnificent building that carried the Sikong family's hundreds of years of accumulation fell apart and the dust settled, as if nothing had ever existed.

Yu Xiu and Zhao Laoshi looked back at the haunted house with a century-old reputation. When Qin Mu rushed in at the beginning, Yu Xiu also followed him in, but Zhao Laoshi was the last one to go in. He clearly saw that Qin Mu seemed to be surrounded by a terrifying force.

The suction force sucked him in, and he grabbed Yu Xiu's waist and pulled him out of it.

Then, they met the gray-haired old woman. Her eyes seemed invisible, one eye was closed tightly, and the only eye was white, but she seemed to be able to see, looking up and down.

After passing them several times, I heard her cheerful smile: "Follow me."

When the golden sky and earth swept over, Yu Xiu and Zhao Laoshi saw an unforgettable scene in their lives. The old monk put his hands together, tearing open the wounds of the night with a decisive gesture, and welcomed death.

Even if we meet by chance and don't know his name, I will still be filled with tears.

Just like some things, they can be engraved in the heart even if they pass by in a hurry. There are some places, whether you go or not, whether you arrive or not, it makes no difference. Because they belong to the heart, they are to be admired for a long time, and they are imitated in the soul.

The depth is like a long scroll of ink that is endless.

Bowing deeply in the direction where Sikong Mansion disappeared, Yu Xiu and Mr. Zhao carried Qin Mu away under the smiling gaze of the white-haired old woman.

If Qin Mu wakes up, he will definitely recognize the origin of this old woman - the neighbor of Guan Yu and Guan Xue's brother and sister, Granny Hua.

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With this writing style, there are some things that cannot be expressed in words. I would rather say that Xiaoyou is at this level, sorry.

From the beginning of my passionate creation to now, I have found that what I want to write is no longer as arbitrary as my own.

On the contrary, it becomes heavier and heavier, and more and more things have to be loaded.

Human nature, or love, or reality

But no matter what, I have to use my own way and my own language to complete it.

I hope you can always accompany me, grow up little by little, simplify the words, and write with heart

This book has been serialized for 36 days, w word, thank you for your company.
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