Mysterious World Tour

Chapter 216: The Pity of Others for the Dead (Fourth update, plus an additional update for the leader of the alliance, the leader of the Demonic Way, Styx)

Looking for a branch, Tan Mo sat there for half the night.

"Why are you back?" A bird landed and chirped, breaking the tranquility of the morning.

"Namo Amitabha, good morning, Brother Bird." Tan Mo said hello with his hands clasped together. This bird turned out to be the one that led him yesterday.

"Aren't you going?" the bird chirped again and asked.

"He went and came back."

"Then tell me, what's in that place?"

Tan Mo saw the bird's extremely curious look and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Bird, don't you know?"

"I don't know, I've never flown out. I only followed those who filled the water here, and then I didn't dare to fly out." The bird shook its wings, combed its feathers with its beak a few times, and called out in a bird's voice. The sound answered like this.

Tan Mo thought this bird was an exception, but he didn't expect that this bird was the same as its group, so he asked: "Why don't you dare? Brother Bird."

"My mother told me."

"So, who told your mother?"

"Of course my mother's mother, that's what my mother said."

"Are the other birds the same? Did their respective mothers tell them not to fly out of this forest?"

"I don't know. But no one has flown out before."

Tan Mo turned around and looked at the forest. It seemed that it wasn't the animals in this forest that couldn't go out, but the animals living here. For generations, they had been warning each other not to leave.

Suddenly, Tan Mo asked: "What's in the depths of this forest?"

"If you ask other birds, they definitely don't know. I am the only one who knows about this forest." The bird suddenly became proud when he heard Tan Mo's question.

"Brother Bird, please tell me. I'm very grateful, little monk." Tan Mo clasped his hands together again.

"No, tell me what's over there first."

Tan Mo saw that the bird was so persistent, so he told the bird about the buildings he saw and some scenes in the market that he imagined.

"That's it? It turns out there's nothing interesting about it. Then I'll tell you what's in the depths of the forest. There are clouds there, and there's also a strong wind. If you jump into the wind, the wind will blow you right back, and then it won't stop. Roll, if you're not lucky, you'll be thrown to death . But some bad birds like to fly around in those winds, and they like to catch them, take them to high places in the wind, and then throw them down. The unlucky ones who are thrown down may not be seen for three to five days. It can fall to the ground and sometimes starve to death on the way.”

Hearing the description of the bird, Tan Mo couldn't help but think of the black fish. The black fish seemed to have fallen from the sky for a long time.

"Apart from the strange wind? Is there nothing else? For example, strange rocks."

"There is a stone like a door. In the place where the clouds are thickest, I once heard a bird that looked exactly like the bad bird, but not the bad bird. Listen to it, it is actually a door. It can be opened.”

Tan Mo suddenly understood that the Rakshasa female golden body had thrown him here, probably to tell him about the stone door.

After he wakes up, he will be able to interact with these animals in the forest. Now that he thinks about it, it may be the ability given to him by the golden body of the Rakshasa female. After all, there is a saying in Buddhism about supernatural powers and other minds. His current ability to communicate with animals is a bit like an abridged version of his mind.

However, a bird that looks like a bad bird, but is not a bad bird, what kind of bird is it?

So Tan Mo asked in detail.

After listening to the bird's comprehensive description of this strange bird, Tan Mo felt that this bad bird might refer to the "psychic eagle" mentioned by the black fish, and this one looked like a bad bird, But the bird that is not a bad bird naturally refers to the naturally occurring eagle.

Then, Tan Mo put on the painted skin and walked to the market.

At this time yesterday, he really didn't think of using painted skin.

After all, since he achieved the Sixth Imperial Guard, the usefulness of this painting has been reduced by more than half. He has not used it for a long time. If it weren't for the weird and exciting atmosphere last night, Tan Mo really couldn't remember it for a while.

The skin painting has many functions, especially after applying makeup, it can be called a temporary magic tool when the function is activated. However, it must be useful!

It takes at least half an hour to put on makeup, how can he have this time?

What's also strange is that the painting didn't disappear by itself last night and was still on Tan Mo's body.

This may be a cross-border relationship. It seems that this cross-border relationship has severed the connection between the painting skin and certain existences.

…

"Yingchou Stream", to be precise, is Mahakala.

A purple bamboo forest.

A graceful and graceful figure seemed a bit ethereal. In the bamboo forest, which was originally like a holy land of immortals, there were suddenly clouds of black smoke like wolf smoke.

The spread of these black smoke added something that was not there before in the originally lush purple bamboo forest.

Dry bones scattered everywhere.

Rusty iron pot.

Some of the dead bones were still in the iron pot, and the pot was filled with dirty water mixed with rust.

The whole scene is a hell on earth.

"The first seal has been released." A pair of eyes saw it in the purple bamboo forest where the black smoke was billowing.

An ethereal voice with the ultimate smile.

A wild smile appeared on an exquisite face.

No one knows that Mahakala's death was actually sealed. No one knows who placed the seal.

At this time, due to the transformation and strengthening of the painting skin, the death here also benefits.

After the first seal was unlocked, the death here has reached a level that even the immortals and Buddhas of the world cannot do anything about it.

"The pity of the dead is not the pity of the dead for others, but the pity of others for the dead!"

...

Tan Mo stood at the entrance of the market, in the same position as last night, but at this time he could not see the four mirrors.

There were many people walking on the street.

Peddlers, vendors and porters, it looked very lively.

Tan Mo carefully avoided the feet and moved forward with some difficulty. There were too many people, and he was almost stepped on several times.

This market is together with the residential area, and interspersed with it are Taoist temples.

Occasionally, one or two abandoned temples can be seen.

Neither the Taoist temple nor the monastery was big, with only two or three rooms in front and back. Many people formed a circle in front of the Taoist temple. When Tan Mo approached, he found that there were two young Taoist priests preaching the "First True Self" and told people not to do bad things and to be content with poverty and happiness. Otherwise, if they were caught, they would be sent to be judged by the "First True Self".

Most of the people listening to the lecture were young children, and some were wearing shabby clothes, as if they had just entered this market from the countryside.

Looking at this scene, Tan Mo felt a sense of weirdness for some reason.

It was not directed at the Taoist priests.

He did not have any sectarianism, but before this, in addition to Taoist priests, there were monks who preached here. And what the monks said was undoubtedly the same.

The means of that "Mirror Master" were really terrible.

I yawned a lot while writing this chapter. I felt sleepy before I wrote 300 words. It took me five hours to finish writing and checking it. It was terrible...