The Bald Monk in the City

? This seems to be an ancient temple, and its walls made of rocks bear the glory of the past and the glory of the present.

It doesn't seem extravagant, but there is another awe-inspiring demeanor.

The bald heads, large and small, sat in the temple like this, chanting scriptures praising the gods and praying.

The hustle and bustle of the world stops here, the entanglement of mortals is cut off here, and time has become slow and gentle...

Although material impoverishment plagues the monks' bodies, the spiritual baptism makes people feel extremely satisfied and intoxicated.

The monks are cultivating in this holy place originated from the belief of the gods. What they yearn for is to reach the realm of the gods' transcendence.

"Toil and hardship are all trials; poverty and injury are all trials..."

"God is watching us, He has given us to lash and sing..."

"Be patient, prostrate, because God is watching us..."

"Below the gods are all lambs, only the shepherd dog can listen to the voice of the gods..."

"God's will guides us, and all we have to do is to obey Him, without reservation..."

At this moment, a bald head with six arms among the monks suddenly opened his eyes.

There seemed to be a hint of gold in his pupils, which made him and the monks with white pupils look a little different.

However, the monks with white pupils closed their eyes, except for the monk in the same white robe standing on the steps:

He is the only one with open eyes among all monks, because he conveys the will of the gods and also bears the diet of all monks.

Because those monks with closed eyes could not move freely and conveniently, he had to deliver food to every monk.

Either gluttonous feasts, or leftover leaves of gruel, all served by him.

And what he served was also given the name of a god.

"Why open your eyes, monk?"

At this moment, the white-robed monk looked directly at Yi Qiu and said solemnly.

Suddenly, the whole temple became silent.

Those monks with closed eyes all looked at Yi Qiu, and they didn't know how they distinguished it. Maybe it was because the monks with closed eyes had some kind of similar feeling.

Yi Qiu didn't answer, he stood up.

He was already in a super-large state, and he looked very eye-catching among the many monks sitting on the ground, and this made him even more out of place.

An unimaginable force suppresses Yi Qiu's will, but even it suppresses the vast lake of mind to the bottom of the lake.

But the lake still exists, and when it transforms from the chaotic form of the mortal into the vast lake, a permanent change has taken place:

That is the change of essence, the most decisive choice of the mind.

"Whatever you want, monk, your recklessness rushes into the tranquility that the gods have given you to wait!"

"What you are peeping at is the suffering and mortal life that the gods have wiped out Yu'er!"

"What you despise is the glorious commandment that the gods have honed in Yuer and others!"

"What you destroy is the sacred way that the gods gave to Yuer and others!",

"What you committed is an unforgivable sin!"

"It is a betrayal of your practice, an insult to your sacrifice, and a spurn on your choice!"

The white-robed monk looked at Yi Qiu with cold eyes, and some invisible chains seemed to entangle Yi Qiu with his words.

The chains prevented him from laughing freely, singing wildly, drinking happily, and venting his anger...

Because you need to follow the precepts of the gods in your actions, because survival depends on the grace of the gods, because...

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, the invisible chain turned into tangible matter in his spiritual world.

But it may be able to lock the unfettered chaos, the unreliable flowing water, the unruly nothingness...

But what it can't lock is the icy order that has formed a solid lake...

"I forgot many things..."

Yi Qiu looked at the white-robed monk and said.

"I can't remember my name, I can't see the truth of this temple, and I cut the tight chains..."

"Honor or dignity, light or good, evil or depravity, I completely forgot..."

"but……"

Yi Qiu raised his fist, and there was some invisible light shining on the six huge fists:

"What I cannot tolerate, still cannot tolerate!"

The next moment, his body suddenly disappeared from the place!

The huge shock wave drove all the closed monks aside, and they slammed into the temple wall, dyed the dim splendor with a bright red color!

Like a teleportation, Yi Qiu appeared beside the white-robed monk.

He did not attack at the first time, but grabbed him against his face, looked at his pale eyes and said:

"I only follow, my order!!"

"Tear!"

In the next moment, blood and filth contaminated this hall that was regarded as a pure land by many monks!

A certain turbulent power surged in Yi Qiu's chest. The temple and the monk were nothing but a pile of rotten remains to him!

At this time, the idol that was placed high on the top was also resurrected!

It looked at Yi Qiu with its pale-colored clay body, and a heavy and solemn voice sounded:

"Why do you use violence? Isn't that what you are after?"

Yi Qiu raised his head, and then he watched that the idol had a face exactly like him, and even the details of his body fit him perfectly.

It is clearly a body made of clay, but it seems to interpret the entire life of a certain creature at a certain moment.

"What am I after?"

Yi Qiu looked at him, and the golden light in his eyes began to grow stronger at a certain moment.

That golden light is a restless fish, stirring freely in this ancient and solemn temple...

"I don't even remember, you also know this clay sculpture?"

Without saying much, Yi Qiu raised six huge fists and stepped forward and hammered the clay statue!

"Kang Dang!!"

What is staggering is that the clay statue, under Yi Qiu's hammer, made a sound like hitting some hard substance.

But Yi Qiu did not stop attacking. In the next instant, his six arms turned into endless phantoms and hammered fiercely on the idol!

"Kang Dang!"

"Kang Dang!!"

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""Hey..."

"when!!!"

Finally, at the moment when those monks with closed eyes rushed past that with their faces full of enthusiasm and anger ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ time seemed to have stagnated.

In the next moment, the originally solid, immortal statue collapsed like this!

The golden light in Yi Qiu's eyes suddenly flourished, and the divine power that was once suppressed on his consciousness was directly expelled arbitrarily!

Yi Qiu looked at the shattered remains of the idol and the many monks who turned into dust with the shattering of the idol. He touched his bald head, his eyes still calm and cold:

"God? Even if I follow this path, I won't accept even one person's singing..."

"Without a trace of fetters, you can achieve freedom without a strand of dust..." ()

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