Apocalyptic Game

"Is my basket of eggs ready?"

"Ready, Master." Wang Luoxuan carried a basket of eggs, while Jiang Xuanqing carried the old monk on his back...

"Master, where are we going?"

"Go to the mountain, Jingang Temple." Jiang Xuanqing said, looking at the poetry temple on the top of the mountain.

Although Jiang Xuanqing’s residence was built at the foot of Mount King Kong, Wang Luoxuan has never been to the temple of poetry on that mountain in the past three months, and very few people usually leave the city and come here.

Wang Luoxuan followed Jiang Xuanqing to King Kong Temple on the top of Mount King Kong. The mountain road was very steep, but it was not a big trouble for Wang Luoxuan who had already practiced.

It took thirty minutes for the two to reach the gate of King Kong Temple. Perhaps it was the reason why no one came to worship for many years. The temple looked very old and deserted, with fallen leaves covering the gate of the temple. However, it is not easy for ordinary people on the mountain roads of this place to get up. Thinking about it without incense, this seems to be normal.

"Go knock on the door!"

"Ok."

Wang Luoxuan nodded, walked to the temple door and knocked for three hours, and then three vigorous bells came from the temple, and then the temple door in front of him opened slowly...

Obviously there was no one, the temple door opened automatically, as if it had been blown open by the wind, but Wang Luoxuan knew that the wind could not open the heavy door.

Upon entering the temple, Wang Luoxuan could see the angry King Kong on both sides of the door. Although it was dilapidated and severely painted off, it still gave a mighty and vicious look.

In the temple compound, a middle-aged monk was sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground bit by bit. The monk kept repeating his work, as if he had not seen Wang Luoxuan and Jiang Xuanqing.

Wang Luoxuan was about to say hello to the monk, but was held back by Jiang Xuanqing...

"Unexpectedly, after sweeping for ten years, the fallen leaves are still increasing day by day. Even if I clean it every day, I still can't clean up the troubles in my heart." Jiang Xuanqing looked at the monk and said, but the monk still ignored Wang Luoxuan and Jiang Xuanqing.

After Jiang Xuanqing said a word, he didn't say much. Instead, he walked towards the hall, and there was an old monk sitting at the door of the hall, and this old monk was playing chess, but his opponent was himself.

The old monk picked up a white chess piece and raised it, but he did not put it down...

"Go and put that basket of eggs next to him!"

"Oh!" Wang Luoxuan nodded, took off a basket of eggs on his back and placed it next to the old monk. The moment the egg was laid, the old monk's chess pieces were also put down.

"Thank you Tianshi Jiang for saving the life of the old monk and junior brother, there is no great kindness in return!"

"The same people who drop demons and eliminate demons should help each other." Jiang Xuanqing put the Kongming on his back on the steps.

"Master is already waiting in the temple. Tianshi Jiang and this little benefactor will enter together."

Jiang Xuanqing nodded, and entered the hall with Wang Luoxuan. In the middle of the hall, a thin figure was wearing a robe, facing the tall headless Buddha.

"Master, why didn't they repair that Buddha statue?!" Looking at the headless Buddha, Wang Luoxuan felt a horrible feeling for some reason, an indescribable weirdness.

"People in this place have forgotten what the Buddha looked like, and those who forget the Buddha naturally can't repair the broken Buddha statue, but only relying on these monks to repair such a large Buddha statue seems a little powerless." Jiang Xuanqing sighed. With a sigh of relief, he bowed to the headless Buddha statue, and Wang Luoxuan followed suit.

auzw.com"You are here...Jiang Tianshi..." The thin monk in robes turned his back to Wang Luoxuan and Jiang Xuanqing and said, his voice sounded like a dying old man. Uncomfortable.

"Yes, Master Xuankong."

"The last time you came here was ten years ago..."

"Yeah...Master, there is something for the younger generation who is puzzled and come to ask..."

"I know what's up with you, please come..."

Wang Luoxuan followed Jiang Xuanqing to the front of the Master Xuankong. At this time, Wang Luoxuan saw the true face of the so-called Master Xuankong. It was a corpse at all. The strange thing was that the corpse was breathing like a living person.

"Extend your hand..."

Jiang Xuanqing nodded and stretched out his hand, while Xuan Kong didn't know what was written on Jiang Xuanqing's palm...

"Master, you are..."

"Everything has its own providence... can't be said... can't be said..."

"I see, Master." Jiang Xuanqing nodded, at that moment Jiang Xuanqing sighed deeply, full of helplessness.

"Disciple, let's go!"

Wang Luoxuan followed Jiang Xuanqing and left the main hall, and walked out of the temple gate all the way, until he left the temple, Wang Luoxuan asked...

"Master, Master Xuankong looks like a dead person. What is the reason?"

"It's not like, because that master was a dead man many years ago. After all, he is of the same generation as your master. The reason why he became like that was completely cursed by the demon in yellow, and could never die. You can only live in the state of a corpse and endure the pain of body decay."

"What is the egg?"

"As for the eggs I asked you to give them, they were all from the same master. Although I don't drink and eat meat, I like to eat eggs. After following my master, he asked me to send eggs several times." Xuan Qing smiled bitterly.

"Then what is the demon in yellow clothes? Even the master..."

"All the suffering here originates from the demon in the yellow coat, which is difficult to remove with the power of a mortal. It is difficult to remove!" Jiang Xuanqing smiled bitterly, shaking his head constantly, anyone who wants to get rid of the demon in yellow coat, None of them will end well.

Wang Luoxuan followed Jiang Xuanqing down the mountain, preparing to go to that city at night...

Back at the residence, Wang Luoxuan started cooking, while Jiang Xuanqing sat at the door, looking at the sky and wondering what he was thinking...

Near dusk, the meal was ready, Wang Luoxuan and Jiang Xuanqing finished eating quickly, then took the magical instruments and headed to that city...

Day after day, year after year, Jiang Xuanqing kept repeating this life until one day he died...

"Do you know why the monsters here can't be eliminated?" Jiang Xuanqing suddenly asked Wang Luoxuan on the bridge across the river, and the latter shook his head.

"Because some people are born and some die in this city. The soul of birth does not know where it came from, but the soul of death lingers in this city, with nowhere to go, no one to accept, so that it accumulates more and more. Chaodu, I don’t know where it is, because this place has no underworld at all, let alone gods and Buddhas."

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