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Chapter 259 The Evil Boy
Shen Ming raised his head with difficulty, glanced at the little monk, and was surprised to find that he was still the same as before, his appearance had not changed at all, and he still looked like a child...

"Why am I so heavy!" Shen Ming fell on the ground with a thud, completely unable to stand up.

"Amitabha."

As he finished speaking, half of the young monk's body suddenly burst into golden light. That's right, it was half, and the other half made Shen Ming dumbfounded. It was actually black light.

"There are countless past lives, like the mirror of the sky."

Shen Ming found a mirror appeared in the void in front of him.

Shen Ming's figure appeared in the mirror, and what made Shen Ming feel terrified was that there were countless hideous faces on his back, and it was these things that made him unable to move.

"what is this!"

"The benefactor has caused countless murders in the past, and people have three souls. These are dead souls. They died because of you, and they are haunted by wronged souls. It will happen like this."

Shen Ming was silent.

He didn't ask why he couldn't feel it on weekdays, because Shen Ming knew in his heart that this Lanxi Temple was not normal, it was said to be a temple, but it had an extremely evil aura, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

There is also this strange little monk in front of him, half of which is shining with golden light, and the other half is surrounded by black air.

Obviously not normal.

When all the abnormalities are combined together, relatively speaking, in Shen Ming's eyes, everything becomes much more normal.

The young monk sat in front of Shen Ming and gently knocked on the wooden fish. The golden light shone brightly and he spoke complicated scriptures. Shen Ming felt as if his back was on fire, and the burning sensation was extremely strong.

"Everything has a cause and effect. Today's cause, tomorrow's fruit, the road of the benefactor, is destined to kill countless people, and please the benefactor in the future, no matter when, there is a ray of light in his heart."

"In today's world, it can't be called killing, it can't be called not killing."

The little monk sighed, and there was a ripple in his clear eyes, just this ripple, but like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, it cannot be calmed down.

Shen Ming held his breath and concentrated, not daring to say a word, because he found that something was wrong with the little monk.

At this moment, eight shackles exploded from the sky, penetrating from the sky to the ground.

The young monk was restrained, and then, the black energy rose into the sky. The strange black color in the young monk's eyes made Shen Ming's scalp numb.

The discomfort in my heart became more and more intense.

The strong wind blew past Lanxi Temple, the young monk raised his head to the sky and howled, he looked like a madman, with blue veins on his forehead.

Shen Ming shivered.

Compared with the feeling of evil brought by that evil spirit at the beginning, it is far worse than it is now!

The world is the worst!

"I am, a very evil boy..." Shen Ming couldn't help but shudder when he heard the strange voice coming from the little monk's mouth. The irresistible fear that surged from his heart was beyond words.

Shen Ming wanted to escape from Lanxi Temple, and go as fast as he could, but the thousands of wronged souls on his body were all suppressed and he couldn't move.

Lanxi Temple, little monk, what kind of thing is it?

Why, looking at it now, there is a strangeness everywhere in this Chang'an city!

"Return, retreat."

In an instant, it was golden again, and an incomparably holy aura fell from the sky, as if it was fighting against his evil aura.

The body of the little monk was sometimes shining with golden light, and sometimes surrounded by black air.

In the end, a half golden light and half black air actually formed.

Even the two eyes turned into completely different colors.

"Mokshaye God, those who seek life will die, and those who seek death will live."

Two completely different voices came from one person, and Shen Ming was already in a cold sweat. Even after experiencing so many storms, there was never a moment when he was so terrified.

The little monk just looked at Shen Ming like this.

The scriptures gradually emerged from his body, following the iron chain extending from the sky, a sad news suddenly came from his body.

That miserable scream made Shen Ming's calf go limp.

Fortunately, he is lying on the ground now, otherwise he would probably be scared to the ground.

Shen Ming didn't dare to move, for fear of some unexpected situation, but Shen Ming probably moved too, this little monk might be a patient with split personality.

Half good, half bad.

The good half is a Buddha, and the bad half is an extremely evil boy. The two personalities may not always collide.

Seeing the huge iron chain running down between the sky and the ground, Shen Ming really couldn't imagine how powerful this vile boy was.

For some reason, Shen Ming felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, as if he was about to fall asleep.

At this time, the sound of the Buddha lingered in his ears, and Shen Ming slowly fell into a deep sleep.

The black air lingering around the little monk had disappeared. He closed his eyes and tapped the wooden fish lightly, as if nothing had happened.

Those grievances entangled in Shen Ming's body are constantly dissipating.

"Maybe, I was wrong..."

The little monk sighed.

The magic patterns were intertwined with the inscriptions of Buddhist scriptures. The young monk sighed, sat there, and slowly closed his eyes, as calm as before.

When Shen Ming opened his eyes, the sun was already shining brightly.

"Is it the next day?" Shen Ming heaved a sigh of relief, his clothes were still a little wet, it was soaked in yesterday's sweat and it was not dry yet.

Although staying here is still very uncomfortable and depressing.

But now Shen Ming felt an unprecedented sense of relief, and when he stood up, he didn't feel the same pressure as yesterday.

Shen Ming knew that the little monk must have purified those dead souls for him.

"Thank you." Shen Ming clasped his hands together, bent down and bowed.

He looked at the silent little monk and asked with some puzzlement.

"Yesterday, what happened?"

The little monk didn't answer, his eyes were closed.

Shen Ming looked at the little monk, he knew that the child-like monk in front of him was not as simple as he appeared on the surface, maybe he was an old monster.

"Yesterday is not like yesterday, so what today."

After a long time, the little monk finally uttered a few words, and Shen Ming frowned, half understanding.

"Can you see it? Countless creatures die every day, and new lives come, and the cycle goes on and on, endlessly."

“Sometimes, eternal life becomes a burden.”

The little monk's words made Shen Ming's pupils suddenly shrink a few times. This was not the first time he heard these words.

The God of Light once said so.

Immortality has become the most painful thing. Shen Ming suddenly thought that the God of Light was eroded by darkness at that time, and the young monk today is half a Buddha and half a demon.

What happened in the darkest age of the world!
If immortality is a burden, then why are there so many people eager to cultivate immortality and immortality!

Shen Ming put his eyes on the little monk, whether he is suffering like the God of Light back then.

"That era, known as the worst era, is also the best era, why is there no record in all the documents?""

(End of this chapter)