Legend of the Great Sage

"What's wrong with you?" Li Qingshan asked in surprise, he had saved the life of Monk Yideng from the hands of the Flying Locust King, and Yideng was very grateful to him at that time, why did he become like this now?

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" Monk Yideng grabbed Li Qingshan's wrist tightly.

"What did I do wrong?" Li Qingshan was even more puzzled.

"Why, why did you save me!" Monk Yideng stared at Li Qingshan, as if looking at a sworn enemy instead of a savior.

"Your skull is broken!" Li Qingshan shook off his hand and looked at the statue of suppressing demons.

"If you don't save me, the Flying Locust King won't be able to escape, and so many people won't die..." Monk Yideng muttered to himself.

"Hey, don't shirk responsibility for me, you are the one who was confused by the Flying Locust King, you must go to the ninth floor!" Li Qingshan turned his head and pointed at his nose.

Monk Yideng shook his whole body, hit his head on the ground, and said loudly, "Yes, it's all my fault, I deserve death!"

After a while, the blood flowed all over the face, mixed with tears, miserable and pitiful.

Since the outbreak of the locust plague, Monk Yideng has been under tremendous mental pressure and lives in pain and regret every day. Although no one said it was his responsibility, the escape of the Flying Locust King is obviously inseparable from him.

In the beginning, he went everywhere to extinguish the locust plague, until a year ago...

Thousands of miles away from Tianlong Temple, there was a city where the wind was howling, screams came and went, clouds of black insects danced in the air, and a flame shot up into the sky, burning all the locusts in the sky, before it converged and rolled back into an oil lamp.

The lights were unusually bright and burning very restlessly. Monk Yideng frowned, his ugly face was full of tiredness, and his steps were unusually heavy. In order to extinguish the plague of locusts, he was in a state of sleepless nights, all supported by pills and spirit stones, but even so, he still couldn't stop the plague of locusts from spreading, and could only watch cities being devoured by locusts.

The scorching sun was burning, he pursed his dry lips, and shouted loudly: "Flying Locust King, get out of here, a lamp is here!"

"Master Yideng, we meet again!" Turning the corner of the street, a man with withered skin and a strong figure exuded a strong demonic aura. The old friend also handed over the things in his hand: "Do you want to eat?"

It was an arm with a rosary on the wrist,

Monk Yideng recognized the string of rosary beads at a glance, and said angrily, "Junior Brother Yide!"

"You guys know it! This bald donkey doesn't know what to do, and dares to make noise in front of me, thinking that he is Master Yideng."

"Take your life and come, Buddha's Light Purdue!"

Monk Yideng was furious, his whole body burst out with brilliant platinum light, half of the earthen city was engulfed by the light, and the sun was also dimmed.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and a black circle appeared on the ground, all the buildings in it were destroyed, and the locust demon commander stood on the edge of the circle: "Master Yideng, you are really bright enough, I also have a very bright one here." Something, for you!"

A head was thrown out, and it rolled down at the feet of Monk Yideng. It was the head of "Junior Brother Yide". His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of pain and fear.

"Big bright gun!" Monk Yideng furiously rushed towards the locust demon commander, and streaks of platinum light shot out.

The locust demon commander flew back, dodging the rays of light calmly, and let out a wild and joyful laugh.

"Come on, come and kill me! Don't you hate Tianlong Temple? I am a disciple of Tianlong Temple, let your deity come!" Monk Yideng roared hysterically.

"Kill you, why should I kill you? You are my great benefactor, it's too late for me to thank you! Thanks to you, I can eat so many delicious things." Monk Deng said behind him.

Monk Yideng swung his arm back abruptly, the oil lamp spilled a burst of flames, and the locust monster flew to the sky.

"Come down and fight to the death with me!" Monk Yideng roared into the sky.

"I know you really want to die, so I will never kill you, I want you to be a witness, witness how I ate hundreds of millions of human beings, and ate each of your senior brothers, hahahaha!"

In the burning city, Monk Yideng fell to his knees, holding the head of "Junior Brother Yide" and crying bitterly.

Three days later, he returned to Tianlong Temple and invited himself into the Demon Town Hall to be punished until today.

Li Qingshan couldn't bear to see such a big man crying, "As for this, you didn't do it on purpose, and I didn't want to save you at that time, I just couldn't bear it, if he didn't take the initiative to let go, You were pulled in half, I didn't expect him to escape, I really didn't expect it."

Outside the Town Demon Hall, Wuwei Monk's face darkened. He originally thanked Li Qingshan for saving Monk Yideng, but he didn't think of saving people at all, but made up his mind to kill people.

"How can you be so relaxed?!" Monk Yideng questioned.

"I didn't do anything wrong?" Li Qingshan shrugged.

"Do you know how many people in Qingzhou have lost their lives?" Monk Yideng said excitedly.

"It's not me who killed those people, so what if it's my fault if you say a thousand words and ten thousand, if you make a mistake, it's a mistake!" Li Qingshan said.

Monk Yideng was dumb for a while, "You are not a Buddhist disciple at all, you don't have any compassion, and you don't understand anything!"

"Fart!" Li Qingshan suddenly became angry. What he hates the most is when people say "you don't know anything" to him self-righteously. Even a demon king like Big Banyan Tree King who knows everything has never said such words to him.

Grabbing Monk Yideng's skirt and pulling him in front of him, the magic light appeared in his eyes: "You really are a waste!"

Anger flashed in the eyes of Monk Yideng. As the most promising genius disciple of Tianlong Temple to survive three catastrophes, no one has ever put these two words on his head.

"You are indeed wrong! But do you know where you are wrong? You are too weak!"

"I'm too weak?" Monk Yideng was stunned, no one had ever said that to him.

"If you weren't so weak, you wouldn't be fooled to the ninth floor by the Flying Locust King, and you would be able to find and kill the Flying Locust King!"

Li Qingshan is very good at finding simple answers to complex questions. Although this answer may not be correct, it must be very practical.

Monk Yideng was stunned.

"Do you know why he, a demon, can put the statue here?" Li Qingshan clasped Yideng's head, and put his face on the demon-suppressing statue.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!" Monk Yideng said almost instinctively. After sitting for a year, he also had an understanding of "The Atlas of Suppressing Demons".

"It's a big mistake, it's because he's strong enough! What do you mean by 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately', you still have to be strong enough, there is no butcher's knife for waste, don't hate the flying locust king, if you want to hate it, hate yourself for being too weak !"

Li Qingshan put aside Monk Yideng, stared at the last demon-suppressing statue, and began to comprehend the ninth chapter of "The Illustrated Record of Suppressing Demons".