The big man wears a linen robe and wraps himself tightly from head to toe. At first glance, he even looks like a semen-filled sack. This is quite ridiculous.
But his running and his crying are anything but ridiculous.
The big man ran fast, covering a thousand feet in one step. It was just an ordinary run, but the speed was far faster than the method of running on the ground. The big man cried bitterly, and the cry was like thunder that shook the heaven and earth. The cry was filled with endless grievances, endless excitement, and... .Endless happiness. Only the most devout people, who have given up everything and gone through all kinds of difficulties, and finally see the God in their hearts, can cry like this.
Just when he was thirty miles away from the Midian Tower, a soft voice suddenly came from the temple: "Man, don't cry anymore. If you have any grievances, you might as well tell me."
Wow.....
The crying became louder and louder, shaking the dark sky to the point of shaking. The big man stopped running and collapsed, crying endless grievances and piety!
A soft sigh came from the temple: "Who are you? Why are you crying here? Why are you so sad?"
"I have finally looked forward to today, the day when the evil sun will collapse and the true color will fall forever." As he said and cried, the man in linen robe beat his chest and stamped his feet. He was in pain until he died, and then he became happy again. Two extreme emotions were exchanged frequently. While crying, he looked like a lunatic: "I helped Tu Xiu Mo. I was not tolerated by my fellow tribesmen and was regarded as an evil sycophant by the people in the world. Only I know in my heart that the evil sun in the sky is an evil sycophant. Only the true color is eternal. They don't understand. They're going to kill me... Fu Tu knows that the righteous God will not abandon this place. As long as there is still one person in this world who believes and worships, the righteous God will not abandon this place!"
"Futu? The Futu from Southern Wasteland?" A different voice came from the temple. It was also soft, but deeper, and his tone was full of interest.
"Nanhuang Futu. I am Nanhuang Futu, do you know my name? Zhengshen knows my name! I knew they knew it, I knew they would come, they would definitely come..." After two or three pauses, The crying continued.
The voice in the temple laughed: "Nanhuang Futu, wasn't he killed by Su Jing long ago?"
Back then, Su Jing had a terrible fight in the Southern Wilderness, and the details were widely circulated. Mitiantai knew about it, and Mo followers knew about it. Even this big man in linen robes who had just arrived and lived in seclusion in the wilderness also knew about it. The big man knew that the other party had admitted the wrong person. Fu Tu Fei Futu has the same pronunciation but different words, and his cry was slightly stifled: "Futu Futu, there are two of us. I am not Futu. I am Futu." He said something awkwardly. Futu cried again: "Futu is my brother. I support Tu as my younger brother, and I am a fellow practitioner who lives in front of the gods. My senior brother is a man of extraordinary talent. His profound spiritual skills reach the heavens. Once we part ways, he enters the world and preaches the Dharma for me, the Righteous God. However, I am stupid in nature, unable to cultivate, have no brains, and so on. None of them worked, so I stayed in the mountains..."
Weeping and twitching, this Futu had a rather astonishing aura when he first arrived, but after getting to know him for a while, we realized that he was a gentle and weak person.
"Do you know why I let you get so close, but I didn't kill you?" A voice from the temple interrupted Futu's cry: "It's because I noticed that you have a slight comradeship in you. It's just yours. The cultivation of the true meaning is really too shallow. I have never met Futu, but judging from his actions, he has a sincere heart and some real skills. You must have been practicing together with him for thousands of years. Now that you have practiced... don't say that you have dull qualifications. The true color and true meaning last forever. What a wonderful method. Even if you cultivate a stone for thousands of years, you will still be much stronger than you are now. Fu Tu, are you really Fu Tu? ?Since you are here to worship, why should you wrap yourself up so tightly?"
Stuttering, Futu explained incomprehensibly. It was just because he was stupid. He had destroyed his meridians in order to practice. Before he died, he could not make any progress after that. He didn't know what was going on. Apart from running fast, he kept practicing.
It doesn't feel real, but the piety in his heart is definitely not bad. He is wrapped in thick clothes because he is 'used to it'. People don't tolerate him and he doesn't dare to show his true appearance...
"Are you still unwilling to tell the truth in front of me?" The temple man's tone remained calm, but it was clear that his patience was running out.
"I...I'm timid, I'm cowardly...I don't dare to do anything like killing. I just want to sink in the truth forever and serve the righteous God forever." Futu cried again, which was considered to be telling the truth.
When Futu came out to plot big things, he didn't dare to go; Futu died before he could become a hegemon. He knew who his enemy was but he didn't dare to take revenge. He even hid in the distance and watched helplessly as Su Jing destroyed his 'Zhengshen Physique'.
He didn't dare to speak out. Later, when Mo Se was yelled at and beaten by others, he became even more frightened. He hid in the deserted wilderness and continued to practice, feeling frightened and frightened.
The voice in the temple seemed to be relieved, and laughed again: "It is not a fault to be timid. Who is not afraid of death? If you die, you will lose eternity, and if you die, you will no longer be able to serve the righteous God..." After saying this, a light suddenly bloomed in the Midian Terrace.
The black and purple thunder hit Futu’s head!
Movement, beheading.
So what about fellow practitioner Mo Se, who cherishes his own life more than his faith, so he is not a believer; Fu Tu is afraid of being killed and only wants to serve the Righteous God, but does not think about what use the Righteous God has for a coward like him.
What's more, those who appear suddenly and have unknown origins, just rely on a slight ink-colored aura on their bodies, just want to win the trust of Mitiantai? They think things are too simple. If what Futu said is the truth, he will die; if he lies,
If you say that, it will be even more damning.
If both inside and outside deserve to die, then let's beat him to death. Today's Mitiantai is no longer the compassionate holy place where "Buddha sees eighty-four thousand insects in a bowl of water."
After killing the robbery, Futu screamed, his body was tossed for several weeks, and he fell to the ground again... The person who took action in the temple was slightly shocked: he knew his own spells, although he was not 100% powerful.
A blow, but with Futu's meager cultivation, he would have been completely destroyed by such a blow, not even the dregs would be left.
But Futu actually left a whole body behind.
One breath, two breaths...the third breath, the whimpering sounds sounded again, and he helped himself to slaughter the 'whole corpse'. The black and purple thunder slashed, not only did not break it, but it was not killed. He cried sadly: "Why?
Hit me...I have piety, I want to be eternal, and I want to serve the righteous God...Why hit me? Everyone hits me, where am I wrong?"
The man was not dead, and he was drowning in self-pity, but the thunder shattered the linen robe he was wrapped in, and Futu's true face emerged...
There are few people in the wilderness, and there are totems among the few people.
The forehead is two fingers narrow, the eyebrows are half an inch short, the eyes are narrow and elongated from the corners of the eyes to the temples, the philtrum is unusually long under the nose, the lips are wide and thick, and the corners of the mouth are set into the cheeks, and the mouth is large. The face carved on the tree trunk is the totem god of Shaomin.
The man who was running towards the Midian Tower and crying had such a face. He was definitely not an Eastern Han. His skin color was as black as ink from head to toe.
It is a heavier, calmer and more settled ink color than Mo Lingxian.
The ink on the howling man's body is no longer a pure color, because it is so pure that the color changes from virtual to real, and from color to scale, it is a dense black scale!
How could the people in the temple not be surprised... The ink is solid and the scales are on the armor. Not to mention the ordinary ink believers, even the Mo Lingxian from outside the world can hardly have such practice; not to mention the Mo Lingxian, he is the real ink
Most of the scales on the giant spirits are refined using secret methods. They are clothes rather than skin. How many of them can turn ink color into their own real scales?!
The ink color on his body is light, not because of poor practice. On the contrary, the ink color he has cultivated is so pure that he has returned to his true nature, a great accomplishment, even the immortals in the temple have not noticed it in advance!
The black-colored scale skin does not represent how profound the cultivation is, but the purity and purity of the black ink in the body, the difference in color, and the distance between heaven and earth! But if you look at it the other way around, how can someone who can cultivate such pure black ink have the means to do so?
Damn it, those giant spirits and righteous gods who have cultivated true scales are all powerful people who can control the stars and the sun and the moon.
But look at this barbarian outside the temple...a coward?
Black figures flashed again and again, and the people in charge of the sky-high terrace appeared one after another. There were dozens of monks with black scars and black cassocks in front and behind them. They were all old and wrinkled, but their eyes were black, their lips were red, their teeth were white, and old and young coexisted in one face.
, unspeakably weird.
Only the leading monk is not old. He looks middle-aged in his early forties. He smiles and talks quickly: "The beating is to save, and the stick is to wake up. You don't know, the beating hurts your body and my heart. Maybe you understand?"
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The cry was not louder, but the emotions inside became more and more complicated. It was unimaginable that a scaly barbarian who drank blood could cry like this, turning himself into a pile of mud.
"If you die, you will no longer see eternity. If you die, you will no longer be able to serve the Righteous God." The leading monk continued the topic before starting the Dharma: "But have you ever thought about it, if you can be eternal for eternity, fly high and steady for the Righteous God forever, dedicate yourself to it.
What about fate? It’s not wrong to be timid. I am also very timid. I only hope that the creatures in all worlds can return to the righteous God and share eternity. However, evil spirits are rampant in this universe. I would like to take him with me, but he will not let me side by side. I hope
He can be happy and safe, but he kills me and then...it doesn't matter if I kill someone, but they still want to destroy the true color and collapse eternity, so what should we do?"
Futu's voice trembled and he responded with two words: "Kill...kill."
The middle-aged monk Mo smiled: "Get up, get up, don't cry anymore. I'm not wronged anymore, and I'm not alone anymore. I beat you because I'm angry with you, and I'm angry with you because I love you... One day I will die, and I won't be able to do anything anymore.
If I beat you when I'm angry, you will be so lonely then. But please remember, I will not abandon you, and please don't abandon me." As he said this, the middle-aged monk leaned over and helped Futu up with his own hands.
When the monk's hands held Futu's arms, the timid barbarian felt a wave of warmth spread from the monk's hands into his body. He felt an indescribable comfort and comfort that he had never felt before, and he was in a state of ecstasy.
While supporting and comforting, the middle-aged monk Mo's consciousness had also explored Manzi Futu's body...Monster, Manzi only had one meridian, which started from the top of the sky, penetrated the body and disappeared into the Dantian of the lower abdomen.
The meridians are like swords, straight and tough, extending vertically throughout the body.
There is only one vertical line of monster barbarian.
Within the sutra, there is stored the ink color that Futu gained from his hard work in practice. It is not much, but pure. (To be continued...)