Black Myth: Journey to the West – Simulate Becoming Immortal!

About an incense stick later.

The old Zen master and a group of monks were exhausted.

And those long-tongued ghosts that had caused trouble in the villages and towns were mostly killed.

However, there were still many long-tongued ghosts that had not been cleared out, running around in a panic and disappearing in the streets.

"Friend Chen, these demons are very cunning!"

"If we let them escape today, I'm afraid they will cause trouble again in a few days."

"I'm going to take my disciples and continue chasing them and eliminate them all."

"I don't know, what does friend Chen mean?"

The old Zen master's breath was floating, and he looked at Chen Xi while panting, seeking his meaning.

After all, Chen Xi was not his disciple, but was invited to help.

At present, Chen Xi had done his duty, so he naturally couldn't force him to chase the demons together.

"Hahaha, since we won today, we must take advantage of this momentum to completely wipe out the demons."

"Master, don't worry. I boast that I have some self-protection methods. Those blue-skinned long-tongued ghosts are not a threat to me."

"But I am better at fighting alone, so I will not go with you."

"After all the demons are dealt with, I will meet up with you."

Chen Xi smiled, his tone full of confidence.

The old master smiled and nodded when he saw that he was so confident.

"Okay, okay, since that's the case, you must be careful, don't fall into the trap of the demons."

The old master gave a few caring instructions, and then left in a hurry, taking his disciples to chase the long-tongued ghosts.

Chen Xi watched them go away, thinking back to the old master's unpretentious concern for him just now, and the smile on his face froze.

He felt a dull pain in his heart, and he didn't know why.

"I came here to obtain the scriptures."

"Everything in front of me is just an illusion created by the crazy Zen Master Wuchao."

"Who can know whether what happened back then was really as it is now?"

"Who can know whether everything in this illusion is true or false?"

Chen Xi talked to himself, constantly convincing himself.

But why.

He still felt so uncomfortable in his heart?

Chen Xi sighed and walked into the streets alone.

He used his supernatural power to avoid the ambush of the Taoist priest.

He used his clairvoyance according to his wishes.

Chen Xi scanned the entire Yanjia Town, and a series of tragic scenes suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He saw that there were still hundreds of long-tongued ghosts hiding in the village.

These long-tongued ghosts hid by the beds of each household, whispering in the ears of the villagers.

They either pretended to be friends chatting, or pretended to be couples joking, saying gossips that were not sure whether they were true or false, but were exciting enough and touching enough.

The people in the dream unconsciously echoed.

Rumors spread unconsciously.

As they kept talking, the villagers in the dream became more fluent and more cheerful.

Countless voices kept talking, but how many villagers really kept silent?

Their skin gradually turned blue, and their tongues slowly stretched out.

However, such a creepy scene did not happen in the homes of those wealthy families with high walls.

The wealthy families in these villages and towns, relying on the scriptures on the windows and doors, were able to sleep soundly.

Chen Xi understood when he saw this scene.

Why did only some slightly intact buildings and ruins all over the ground remain in the entire Yanjia Town overnight?

Just as Chen Xi carefully looked at the place where the demon had gone, he suddenly heard a few screams!

"Here it comes."

Chen Xi's heart sank slightly, and he looked up in the direction of the sound.

In the distance, the old Zen master was leading a group of disciples to drive away the long-tongued ghosts that fled into every household.

However, several black shadows rushed out from the dark!

They caught the Zen master and others, and focused on chasing the long-tongued ghosts' air raids, swinging their weapons and taking the opportunity to sneak attack!

Although these monks have their own skills, they are all used to deal with demons.

In this case, several monks were cut in the throat, pierced in the chest, and fell to the ground with hatred!

"No!!!"

The old Zen master saw his disciples die tragically at the hands of others, and his eyes were wide open!

He never thought that the demons did not let their own troops lose, but because of the sneak attack of the villains, they suffered heavy casualties!

At this time, several black lights rose from the ground and spread out.

The black light silently entangled the bodies of the monks.

In an instant, many monks had their blood and qi sucked, and their skin and flesh shriveled.

"Where on earth did this demon come from? He is hiding his head and showing his tail!"

"You use this evil method to harm people. Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the gods and Buddhas and suffering retribution?"

The old Zen master, who always had a kind face, became furious at this moment.

He shouted angrily and took out a string of prayer beads from his arms.

The prayer beads turned and then fell to the ground!

In an instant, the prayer beads shattered, but also shattered the black light.

However, at this moment, several blood arrows flew out with lightning speed!

The old Zen master and his disciples were caught off guard and were pierced through the body.

They were bleeding profusely and miserable.

The old Zen master's face was pale and he fell to the ground powerlessly.

"Da, da, da"

A series of footsteps followed.

Then, Taoist priests with a sanctimonious appearance, wearing Taoist robes but covered with black light and blood, came out.

The leading Taoist priest laughed and turned a bronze master's knife.

"Haha, that's hard to say."

"There are demons everywhere in this world, and it is not certain that the gods and Buddhas will have time to blame us."

"You monks, go with peace of mind, Yanjia Town will be under our protection from now on."

"Don't worry, we will take good care of your corpses."

"After all, you have been stripped of your robes, tied your hair, and had your tongues pulled out and your faces gnawed by ghosts."

"Who can tell the difference between you monks who don't often go down the mountain and those refugees?"

"Today, I will let you be a clear-headed ghost. The one who invited us here is Yan Xingpi!"

The old Zen master's eyes were almost full of despair.

His face changed continuously, anger, disbelief, sadness

And guilt for his disciples!

He glanced at the disciples behind him who were still struggling to breathe, tears flashing.

Then, the old Zen master didn't care about his own weakness and ugly posture.

He fell to the ground and kowtowed heavily, making a thumping sound, and blood flowed!

The momentum was so fierce that the leading Taoist priest was shocked!

"It is us who have blocked your way because we are blind!"

"Please spare the lives of these disciples of mine!"

"They have been lonely since childhood and were sent to my temple by their parents to practice!"

"If you are willing to spare them, I am willing to sacrifice my life and offer all the treasures and property in the temple!"

"Then let them leave Yanjia Village far away and swear a poisonous oath that they will never come back!"

The old Zen master knelt on his knees, and the blood on his forehead flowed along the cracks of the bricks. The leading Taoist priest was stunned when he saw this.

But soon, he reacted and looked at the old Zen master with a playful smile, praising him.

"What a deep relationship between a master and a disciple! I am quite moved..."

"But no wonder that person said that you have read the scriptures and have become stupid, and you don't know the human heart."

The leader waved his hand lightly, and two thieves came forward and held the old Zen master on the left and right.

"What a pity! If I kill you, all your things will belong to me!"

"And my knife often needs human blood for sacrifice, and it is best to use the heart blood of a cultivator!"

The old Zen master watched helplessly as the leader walked towards the disciples step by step and cut open their chests.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a tragic howl.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."

"Why is it so! Human heart! Human heart!"

"Demons eat people, why are you still thinking about fighting among yourselves and doing some dirty things!"

"I have been sitting in the temple for decades! Why do I know the human heart only now!"

"Hahaha, human heart! Human heart! Pure heart, free heart, compassionate heart, kind heart, disgusting heart..."

When the old Zen master finished speaking, he cried and laughed.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

And there was a golden light on his body, sometimes bright and sometimes dark...

For a moment, something strange happened.

The leading Taoist narrowed his eyes and stopped turning his sword.

He waved his hand, and two of his men came forward with sharp blades, trying to take the Zen master's life.

"Alas"

A hoarse voice sounded inexplicably, with a little guilt in his tone.

The two Taoists who pounced on the old Zen master suddenly froze!

"Bang!"

Without seeing the person, only hearing the sound, the two Taoists exploded into a blood mist.

The leading Taoist retreated in fear.

He hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Chen Xi, wearing a brocade cassock, walking slowly towards him.

An indescribable sense of oppression enveloped the whole scene.

"You! Are you also a monk on the mountain?"

"With your ability and skills, it would be a bit too wasteful to stand up for this old monk."

"Why don't you surrender to us, occupy this place, become a local emperor, and enjoy wealth and glory!"

The leading Taoist felt the terrifying sense of oppression on Chen Xi, and couldn't help but be horrified.

However, he was quick-witted, and with a turn of his eyes, he tried to lure the monk and pretended to recruit him.

And several blood arrows were quietly condensing.

In a short while, it turned into streaks of blood and shot towards Chen Xi's head!

However, this kind of trick was too childish for Chen Xi.

He had a blank expression on his face and casually smashed the so-called blood arrow.

Divine Foot Passage!

Chen Xi took a step forward and rushed forward.

The leading Taoist priest, looking at Chen Xi who suddenly appeared in front of him, couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

In an instant, his face was full of fear, and he was about to speak.

However, before he could speak, his head was slapped into the Taoist's own stomach by Chen Xi.

Chen Xi killed a group of thieves, and his anger in his heart did not decrease but increased, and he did not feel happy at all.

He could have taken action earlier, but now he went against his conscience and waited until now.

And all this was just to force the old Zen master to have a great enlightenment.

In this way, he would not have to go to Futu Mountain again, and he could also get the so-called boundless Buddhist Dharma by trickery.

But after doing this, the remaining humanity in Chen Xi's heart weakened and he felt a little guilty.

At this moment, something in his arms was sometimes hot and sometimes cold.

Chen Xi gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress the anger and guilt in his heart.

Now that things have come to this, guilt is useless. Everything here is fake. The most important thing is to get the scriptures!

Thinking of this, he quickly turned his head to look at the old Zen master.

But he saw that the old Zen master lowered his head at this time, and drops of blood and tears fell to the ground.

The golden light on his body flickered, and his breath was erratic.

"Old Zen Master, what happened to you?"

Chen Xi frowned slightly when he saw this, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

He was about to reach out and touch the old Zen Master's shoulder to wake him up.

However, the surrounding scene was twisted and cracked at this moment.

The blood spread and dyed the bright moon red.

In an instant, the whole Yanjia Town, the ground cracked and the houses were broken.

"What's going on?"

Chen Xi didn't expect that if he let the thieves kill the monks and followed the original development of things, there would be such a strange phenomenon.

He was shocked and hurriedly activated his magical powers and wanted to evacuate temporarily.

But then, he felt a sense of inexplicable powerlessness.

In an instant, the six senses disappeared, the magical powers were lost, and he couldn't activate them at all!

Even the human skin paper was powerless to take out at this moment.

Chen Xi felt empty under his body, as if he had lost his footing and fallen off a cliff, into a bottomless pit...

In the huge bird's nest, an old monk with a white beard sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

His face was sometimes ferocious, sometimes compassionate.

He spoke slowly, his tone helpless and full of compassion

"The holy monk has not failed yet, give him some more chances, at least he has freed Gao Laozhuang."

As soon as he finished speaking, a vicious voice also came out of his mouth.

"How can you be liberated if you kill all the people in the village?"

"Don't continue to deceive yourself. It's just false compassion."

"Yanxingpi is indeed a nobody, but he is right about one thing!"

"All living beings are stupid. If they don't know suffering, how can they know how to wake up?"

"Didn't Mrs. Gao repent before she died?"

"And didn't you and I also come from suffering?"

"If the old Zen master hadn't suffered a great disaster, how could he realize the boundless Buddhist teachings?"

"How could he enlighten the two of us before he passed away?"

"I can feel that over the years, you have slowly realized that I am right."

"So I won't be anxious. This holy monk may not understand the true meaning of this Buddha dream..."

"Just wait and see..."

After saying this, the Zen master Wuchao clasped his hands together and said no more.