Yang Peng couldn't figure out what the monk was doing for a moment, so he said, "This was something the boy said randomly, and no one taught him, so he made you laugh."

The old monk nodded secretly and said with a slight look of surprise: "It is rare to have such a vision at a young age. Although people in this world cannot transcend the other side to obtain eternal life, Buddhas, Taos, and demons have their own special methods to prolong their lives. There is no problem with having a life span of hundreds of years."

"We human lifespan is not as good as monsters. They all have innate advantages. It is rare and ordinary to live for hundreds of years. Can the little donor have the interest to learn the supreme Dharma and prolong life? And if you can have a body of Buddhism, you can also rely on the world to eliminate violence and maintain good fortune in the future. With the little donor's mind, the future will definitely have a bright future."

After saying that, he put his hands together, pronounced the Buddha's name, and looked at Yang Peng with yi.

Yang Peng's eyes turned and his heart was bright: "This old monk wants to save me and let me become a monk, but I don't even have a door. I finally traveled through time and haven't enjoyed the paradise of the world. How could I accompany you, the monk, face the wooden fish, big bells, eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name every day for the rest of my life. What's more, I'm not a child you can cheat."

Although he thought so in his heart, Yang Peng still said tactfully: "Thank you for your love, I have a difficult task of inheriting the family line. So let's not finish it, so just learn the supreme Buddhism and prolong life. There are so many children here, among them, there must be people who can catch the master's eyes. Don't go."

The old monk watched Yang Peng walk away without showing any disappointment or regret, but he was muttering something and vaguely listening to him chanting: "It's a pity that a piece of beautiful jade, but my character cannot fall on it. It's a pity."

Yang Peng ignored the silly monk behind him. Although he didn't have any disgust towards the monks and nuns before traveling through time, he had no favoritism at all. One reason was that there were too many fake monks, and the other reason was that those monks were completely different from before, but now a monk appeared to say that he wanted to save himself, so it would be strange if he didn't avoid it.

When he got home, Du Xiaohua touched his son's head lovingly and said, "Xiaopeng, you can send these rabbit meat to your grandparents in the afternoon, and bring some for your uncle, but be careful on the way."

"Hey," Yang Peng agreed readily. He had done such a thing a few years ago, so there was no need to worry about anything. Moreover, when he was eleven years old, he was very strong because he often worked and practiced Dharma and appearance techniques, and was taller than other children of the same age.

His grandmother's house is not far from Caomiao Village, with a mountain road of about twenty miles. Over the past eleven years, Yang Peng has figured out many things and accepted the fact that he has traveled to another time and space and another world. The past is gone, and the failures of the past are over. Now we have to work hard, but we can no longer live a mediocre life.

He looked up and the scorching sun above his head was scorching the indescribable heat on the earth, but he still walked outside Caomiao Village without any hesitation.

On the night after Yang Peng left, the wind and rain were mixed, and the silence of Caomiao Village was as dead as if the rolling thunder made this small village drift away with the cold night of wind and rain at any time, destroying all vitality and breath.

Suddenly, a golden light seemed to lit up in the darkness. The golden light sealed the small grass temple like daytime. But besides the howling wind and rain, there were waves of waves of sounds like a handful from the sky, which were waves of Sanskrit.

A flash of lightning flashed, shining the scenery around Caomiao Village, and also making the figure of a monk and a man in black flash clearly.

Two figures rose and fell among the two magic weapons. The momentum of the mountain seemed to solidify the grass temple in the wind and rain, and it seemed that both Feng and rain had taken the initiative to avoid this world.

If Yang Peng was present now, he would definitely see that the monk was the one he had seen during the day. As for the man in black who seemed to be integrated with the darkness, he had never seen it.

The monk took up the magic weapon in his hand and said some complicated Buddhist techniques. His extremely powerful power attacked the man in black. The man in black groaned and staggered, as if he was quite injured.

Suddenly, a little red light flew out from the sleeves of the man in black, and rushed towards the monk's face, and then disappeared.

The monk muttered: "The monster actually used such a vicious monster. He wanted to take this blood-devouring bead but killed me first, otherwise he would not die!"

As the golden light shone, the man in black moved his hands and the red light flew out of the monk. The man in black shouted loudly and then retreated rapidly, hiding in the darkness, without any trace or breath.

The wind and rain are still there, and the golden light turns dim.

In the faint golden light, you can vaguely hear the monk whispering: "Stop, but today I have to commit this boundless karma to achieve this boundless merit."

His voice drifted far away, clearly audible on a rainy night, but then there were constant screams, howlings, and the barking of dogs and other domestic animals coming from time to time. The screams gradually became smaller.

Only the wind and rain were left. Where the lightning passed, the entire Caomiao Village was silent like death. Then a pungent smell of blood drifted in the wind and rain, and the rain flowing on the ground turned into a blood-red area, which was shocking.

It seemed as if a thunder thunder streaked across the sky, and it seemed that the thunder was originally red.

When I got closer, I realized that it was an obese cultivator. He slowly fell in front of the grass temple with a red fairy sword. He looked at the golden light that left and murmured to himself: "Looking at the waves of Buddha light, it looks like a fellow Taoist from Tianyin Temple, but why did he commit such a murderous crime? This matter must be carefully investigated."

Then he saw the two teenagers lying in the grass temple, shook his head, took them up with one hand, and then disappeared into the storm.

Three days later, Yang Peng returned home after delivering the things and walked to the entrance of Caomiao Village, he smelled a strong and strange smell from afar, which was the unique smell of blood and the rotting things.

The smell drifted into the nostrils and felt like vomiting when it was smelled. On the roof of the village, the trees and the ground were covered with crows, making unpleasant sounds.

An ominous premonition arose in Yang Peng's heart, and he ran home frantically. There was no one inside and outside the house, and no one in the village saw it, and the ominous premonition became even stronger. He followed the smell and came to the grass temple, where the bodies were thrown like a hill, and the adults and children were piled up together, flies were flying all over the sky, and many mice and crows were pecking at the corpses, and the blood had dried up.

This is a Shura field, a mountain of corpses piled up with people.

Yang Peng almost fainted when he saw this. He forced himself not to cry. He found the bodies one by one, and familiar faces were piled up together, but he never found his parents.

After a while, he sat dejectedly on the ground. Because he found his father's body, God seemed to have made him a big joke, as if he would not be able to live in peace after traveling through time. So he couldn't help crying again, as if he wanted to vent the tears of his previous life, crying to death, his face as if he had the soul of an adult.

Life and death, injury and separation seem to have always been with him, whether in his past life or present.

A bright light flashed in the sky, and then a few people flew over the sword in the sky. They slowly pressed down the magic weapon and came to Yang Peng. They were slightly surprised and said sympathetically: "Little brother, please feel sorry for the death. People cannot be resurrected. We are the members of the cultivation sect on Qingyun Mountain. Two children about the same size as you and an adult have entered our sect. Please go back with us. Here we will deal with the plague that will spread and harm the other side."

Yang Peng heard what he said was reasonable, but he still asked with a little hope in his heart: "Shangxian, what are the names of the two children and that adult you mentioned? Have you seen other living words?"

The man in the lead shook his head and looked at the strong boy and said, "The two children were named Lin Jingyu and the other was named Zhang Xiaofan, and the middle-aged man went crazy. Zhang Xiaofan called him Uncle Wang. Except for the four of you, 247 people in the village, all of them are here. At noon yesterday, we came out to do business and found that the situation here has been checked once, and now we are here to be dealt with by these corpses."

The only hope in Yang Peng's heart was shattered, and his face was faded and looked at the corpse in a daze: "That's right, all dead are dead. Dad! Mom!" He cried hoarsely and tried his best to search the pile of corpses. However, there were too many piles of corpses and his body was still too young, and he was so tired that he could no longer turn it, but he was still panting and insisting.

Everyone looked at the boy who was so young but had such persistence, and did not hate the unpleasant smell. They looked a little reluctant, so the man in charge said again: "Little brother, please respect yourself."

Yang Peng knelt on the ground with a "thump" sound, with tears still on his face. He kowtowed and said, "Your Immortal, please help me, help the boy find my mother's body, and let them bury them together to be filial. If the boy succeeds in the future, he will be rewarded with great retribution!"

His appearance is sad and pitiful, and his appearance is sincere and firm, which means that he will kneel down forever if they don’t agree.

Everyone was moved to see him so much, and the man in the lead helped him up and said, "You don't need to do this, we will help you. It is the duty of our practitioners to help the strong and weak. You don't need to mention anything that can be repaid. What's more...ah."

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Yang Peng bowed a few heads to the newly erected grave, pointed to the sky, and then left with the Qingyunmen people in the air. The Caomiao Village under his feet became smaller and smaller until it could no longer be seen, and the seeds of revenge were buried in his small body.

The flying sword flew higher and higher in the air, and faster and faster. Yang Peng's face was a little painful, and the whistling wind blew violently and made people unable to open their eyes, suffocating their breathing.
Chapter completed!