Chapter 142: A Painting, Each Going His Own Way

Corpses and ruins are everywhere. This is the real look of this town.

"Spring Breeze" is really like being in the spring breeze, unreal and unreal.

The old monk walked through the ruins and took off a black thing the size of a fingernail from a corpse. He said, "This is the [Corpse Evil Bone]. Just a little bit has created such a big monster."

"Is this the Corpse Evil Bone?" Zhang Zichen asked curiously.

"Of course not. Once the Corpse Evil appears, it will cause harm to thousands of miles away. This thing is condensed from the evil spirit generated in the Yin and evil land. Its appearance is a bit like Corpse Evil Bone. It is mostly a substitute for Corpse Evil Bone in some evil methods. Compared with the Unmelted Bone and the Xuanyin Corpse, it is not a particularly rare thing." The old monk casually crushed the [Corpse Evil Bone] into powder.

"The monk knows a lot." Tang Yin looked at the broken bodies and steel fragments on the ground.

"I've traveled a lot, so I've seen a lot." The old monk said, "I'm going to burn them all. They came naked and left naked. Without the evil spirits, this place will become a town again in a few years."

"Master, let me help you." Wang Jinjue suddenly said.

"It would be best if there were strong men to help! But I'm going to find something." The old monk walked slowly through Erfang Town, and he seemed to be very familiar with this place. After twisting and turning, he came to a dilapidated ruined courtyard.

The ruined courtyard was unrecognizable, and the ruins left by the fire were a bit old.

Wang Jinjue asked Zhang Zichen to borrow gasoline, and followed Zuo Qianhu to the town to sprinkle gasoline, preparing to set fire to the town. These corpses that had once turned into demons were the cleanest after being burned.

Only Tang Yu and Zhang Zichen followed the old monk to this ruined courtyard.

"Oh~ Monk, I haven't been here for decades." The old monk said with a smile, talking as he walked.

Although he hadn't been back for decades, he was very familiar with this place. He walked faster and faster until he came to a ruin that was hard to tell where it was.

"This used to be a small courtyard with a small pond inside. The pond was very small and only had toads. In the summer, when it rained, the toads would croak so loudly that people couldn't sleep." The old monk explained to the two.

He walked around, as if he wanted to recall the past, and then used the crutch in his hand as a tool to dig something on the ground.

Tang Yu looked at the thing that looked like a "dragon head" on the crutch and dug in the soil. Could it be that he had guessed wrong?

After a long while, the old monk found a wooden box and said happily, "It's still there."

He carefully opened the wooden box and took a look. It seemed to be a small painting inside. The paper was slightly yellowed, and the ink on the painting was blurred. It was vaguely a family of three. The monk put the box in his arms as if it were a treasure.

"Good, good, the monk's trip was not in vain! Great kindness!" It can be seen that the old monk was very happy. He is usually cynical and always teases and ridicules people. It is rare for him to show a happy look.

"Old monk, is this a treasure? We should share it in half when we meet!" Tang Yin imitated the tone of the old monk teasing others.

"To the monk, it is the monk's treasure. To you, it is really useless. This is a painting that the monk drew when he was young." The old monk returned to that cynical tone.

"What painting?"

"The painting is damp, and the old monk can't see it."

"Isn't that your painting?"

"I was too young when I drew it, and the monk can't remember it."

"The old monk is not honest! I remember where I put the painting, but I can't remember the content of the painting."

"The monk is an old monk, not an honest monk, so he doesn't need to be honest." The old monk said with a smile.

"..." This monk is shameless, Tang Yin really can't complain about him.

"Go ahead, look forward, don't always look back~"

"Who looks back, who looks forward, you monk, why don't you explain it clearly."

"Oh my, the old monk just said nonsense. Tang Zhuangshi, you are so serious~"

"..." Damn, this is what he said again, and he doesn't admit it.

Zuo Qianhu and Wang Jinjue worked very quickly, and the town was soon filled with the smell of gasoline.

"It's just this place, the rest have been scattered." Wang Jinjue said as he watched several people just leave the abandoned house.

"Zhuangshi, you did a good job! You helped me a lot." The old monk smiled and praised Wang Jinjue.

"It should be." Wang Jinjue thought about the female corpse he had just seen and said silently.

After everything was ready, several people left the town, and as Zuo Qianhu and Wang Jinjue threw the torches on the gasoline, the flames ignited instantly.

The flames were like fire dragons, setting the entire town and the remains of the demon mountain on fire. The black fog and stench rose with the fire.

The old monk watched quietly, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"Master, won't you recite a sutra for them?" Wang Jinjue asked.

"If there is really rebirth, do you still need to recite the sutra? If there is no rebirth, is it useful to recite the sutra?" The old monk sneered.

"Ah this..." The dialectical answer surprised Wang Jinjue. He had only seen monks recite the sutra of rebirth, but he never thought there would be such an answer.

Just as the old monk said, if there is really "rebirth", if you don't recite the sutra, you won't be given "rebirth", then what is "rebirth"? If there is no rebirth, then isn't reciting the sutra just psychological comfort, deceiving yourself?

"Brave man, think more! The things on your neck can't be stuffed with grass~" The old monk joked with Wang Jinjue.

“…” Wang Jinjue was choked. This old monk, after getting familiar with him, loves to joke around, and has no sense of boundaries at all!

The fire burned all night until dawn, when it was extinguished.

The old monk personally checked it again and said goodbye to a few people: "The matter here is over. I heard that there are people in Luanzhou who claim to be Maitreya. I hate these people playing tricks the most. Luanzhou happens to be at the foot of the capital. We will meet again later. I am leaving now."

"Wait…" Captain Zuo said "wait" before he finished the two words, and saw the old monk disappear in a few seconds.

"Brother Zuo, this crazy monk is mysterious. We are just coincidental with him." Tang Yin said. He had more contact with this monk, and only then did he feel that this monk was really unfathomable.

In Tang Yin's experience, Cthulhu was far from him. Only the black fog monster that Abdullah transformed into felt similar to the old monk.

They were all visible to him, but not understandable.

"Oh, that's true. I'm going to Luoyang North to eliminate the Yin-Yang Dharma King. Masters, why don't you go with us?" Zuo Qianhu knew that Tang Yin and his men were here to slay demons. He took the initiative to invite them to avoid Tang Yin and his men from bringing it up. It can be said that he was very thoughtful.

"We were about to go together. We also wanted to see what the Yin-Yang Dharma King was capable of. He actually called himself the Dharma King?" Tang Yin said.

Mouth!