The Most Powerful Young Man

Wei Guo, in the small mountain village that was not marked on the map of Lingwu World.

The little monk finally opened the door and walked out.

The complexions of the young people standing at the door changed drastically.

"What are you going to do? Go home!" one of the sturdy men shouted angrily at the little monk.

The few remaining young people also pressed towards the little monk at this time. A man is tall and big. Although the little monk is not that small and shrinking, standing in front of them, he looks a little weak. Up.

A white robe, because it hasn't been cleaned for too long and has been inactive for a long time, a layer of dust has accumulated on it.

"I want to see Meizi." The little monk said.

Some of those young men held shovel and hoes in their hands, while others held pitchforks, which were extremely sharp.

"Give me back, otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless." Some of these young people were originally in the village, and some were brought back from outside by Suiyang.

There was a voice reverberating in the little monk's mind, mocking arrogantly.

"Hahaha, little bald donkey, have you seen it? This is the person you want to protect, this is the person you took care of before, but what? What did they do to you?"

The little monk frowned tightly, his face turned pale.

He took a step forward, folded his hands and murmured his lips.

"Hahaha, do you still want to suppress me with your Heart Sutra?" The voice laughed wantonly, "If you can really save me, why wait until this time? How long has it been, didn't I still exist? In fact? Ah, I exist, but I survived with your evil thoughts. You know better than me in your heart. In fact, in your heart, you also want to kill these people, don't you?"

The little monk remained silent and walked forward.

"Now, if you don't kill these people, these people can kill you, and the Buddha's light won't shine on you, what can you do?" The voice continued.

The little monk gave a wry smile.

He didn't feel that this guy who appeared in his body caused him much trouble.

In fact, what has been bothering him is his own demon.

As long as you are still human, there will be demons.

Even Xuanyuan Jiuzhong, who was already at the pinnacle of Lingwu World's martial arts, had his own demons.

Those young men had surrounded the little monk in Tuantuan.

"Return it to me now!"

The little monk raised his head and looked at the young man standing in front of him, his eyes indifferent, neither joy nor sadness.

He said: "No."

"..." The young men suddenly didn't know what to say when faced with such a straight answer from the little monk.

The little monk took a few steps forward.

Finally, a fierce light flashed in the eyes of those young people.

"I don't believe it, I still can't kill you!"

The young men rushed towards the little monk together.

As soon as he arrived, the body of the little monk suddenly showed a golden light, and then a Buddha light hung from the top of his head and bounced all the young people who had rushed towards the little monk.

"Hmph, I really don't know what you think. Killing them is easy, but I don't want to." That voice was very dissatisfied with the little monk.

"If I kill them, what is the difference from you?" the little monk asked.

"Hahahaha, I'm so ridiculous, little bald donkey, let me ask you, do you think those people are good people? They are originally demons. They are not grateful for their kindness, but they do not correct their mistakes. What is there for such people in life Meaning? Shouldn't you send them to hell?" The voice continued.

The little monk took a deep breath.

In the next second, he suddenly recovered.

He was shocked to find that after hearing those words just now, he actually started to think about what was right or wrong.

"After they die, they may really go to hell, but it has nothing to do with me." The little monk said with his hands folded.

"Don't you want to be a good person? Keep them, maybe they will kill others in the future, so how can they have nothing to do with you?"

"..." The little monk continued to walk forward.

Those young men rushed towards the little monk again.

The little monk threw them out again.

At this moment, there was a child's cry in the distance.

Getting closer.

The little monk frowned.

Huzi ran towards him.

The little monk suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Huzi, what are you doing here? Hurry up and get me back!" The young man who spoke was also from this village, and naturally knew Huzi.

"Woo, little monk, don't fight with them anymore. Go and save my sister. My sister is dying, woo, dying..."

The pupils of the little monk shrank suddenly.

"Oh, what's the surprise? Didn't you come out because you realized that there was something wrong with the girl's body?" Li Baiqi's voice echoed in the little monk's mind.

The little monk's brain was blank at this time.

The little monk strode towards the Huzi.

"Stop him for me, can't let him go!"

"Yes, he must not be allowed to leave here alive, otherwise...we will all have to die!"

Those people rushed towards the little monk again.

The little monk suddenly turned around, and between his eyebrows, a black mark lit up. The shape looked like a wild beast. The black mark flashed a black light. The young men had just rushed in front of him. The black light simply shone and all stopped.

The horror expression that was produced in an instant can be seen from their faces.

When the wind blew, those people all turned into powder.

Perish in place.

"Ah!" Then, the little monk's face changed drastically, and he squatted down, beating his head with both hands vigorously.

He suddenly raised his head, his pupils had turned red, his expression was extremely hideous.

"Hahahahaha!" A string of laughter sounded in his mind.

"Little bald donkey, didn't you say, can you stick to your heart? What about now?"

"These people deserve to die!"

"What about killing them?"

"As long as you are willing to kill, you can kill everyone in the world!"

The little monk's eyes are splitting.

He sat down again and continued to recite the obscure Sanskrit.

The Bodhi Zi in his hand slapped quickly.

After waiting for a while, he recovered his senses, his eyes were much clearer, and his face was full of tears.

Huzi kept guarding by his side, sobbing.

The little monk raised his head, looked at him, stood up and wiped away the tears on his face.

"Take me over." The little monk said.

"Yeah!" Huzi nodded vigorously and took the lead and ran to the forefront. In his heart, the little monk has always been omnipotent. As long as the little monk takes action, there is nothing he can't solve in the world.

The little monk followed closely behind.

On the way, many villagers were a little surprised.

"The little monk ran out!"

The villagers' first reaction when they saw the little monk was not to rush over, but to run away one by one.

It seems that the little monk now is a virion.

The fact is also true.

Suiyang told them that the young monk had been caught by the evil, and he was infected with the plague.

Looking at the expressions of disgust and fear on the faces of those people, the little monk was struggling again.

The original Buddha mind seemed to be held tightly by a hand.

It may be crushed at any time.

Following Huzi, he entered the house, and the little monk saw the plum lying on the bed.

Before he got close, he smelled a foul smell, as if something was rotten.

"Little monk, hurry up and heal my sister!" Huzi was too anxious on the side, sweating and panting.

The little monk looked at the plum lying on the bed. That face was whiter than snow. It might be because he hadn't eaten normally for a long time, his body was much thinner, his face was tightly pressed against the cheekbones, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken. Her eyes were closed tightly, her mouth and nose had begun to rot, her lips had rotted a lot, her white teeth were exposed, and she couldn't close her eyes.

The little monk stretched out the quilt subconsciously, and saw that plum’s bare arms had also turned into pieces of rotten meat, sticking together, and you could see the dense and white bones inside. It looked shocking. This place is covered by clothes, no Know how bad it is still.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes turned red again.

"Little monk, hurry up!" Huzi rushed over, grabbed his arm and shook it desperately.

The little monk lowered his head, looked at the tiger, and said bitterly: "I can do nothing."

The current plums have completely lost their vitality.

Even if she shoots, she can only hang her vitality.

But what's the point of this?

Let her live like this and continue to smell bad?

Even Xiao Yao couldn’t do it!

Can the gods in the sky?

Birth, old age, sickness and death are originally a cycle of reincarnation, even if you are a god, you can't break the cycle, right?

Suddenly, the girl lying on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

She looked at the little monk with a pair of eyes, which were still somewhat colored, but they lost the aura of the past.

"Little monk..." She opened her mouth and slowly spit out these three words.

The little monk walked up to him, sat down, looked at her, smiled.

"You want to live..." Meizi said.

The little monk nodded.

The smile on his face looked still calm.

However, he never noticed that the fists that he dropped were tightly clenched.

The corners of Meizi's eyes, glittering tears, slipped down.

Drop by drop, like a crystal pearl.

The little monk stretched out his hand, rough palm, and helped Meizi wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"You said, it would be great if the monk could get married..." Meizi closed her eyes slowly after saying this.

The last look was full of nostalgia.

The last gleam of life was finally completely pulled out of the body.

Probably the last time I saw the little monk, Meizi was completely contented.

"Amitabha..." The little monk stood up, folded his hands and closed his eyes.

He wanted to save Meizi once, but he didn't let away the grievances in his heart.

"I am not a Buddha after all..." The little monk opened his eyes, and his eyes were congested at a rapid speed, flushed, and full of killing energy.

He stepped away and walked out the door.

"Know how to wipe away the girl's tears so as to be merciful..."