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Chapter 486 Running to the Wrong Place

Chapter 486 Running to the Wrong Place
In the depths of the Devil's Valley, it was originally a paradise hidden in the mountains, where more than 800 aborigines lived.

They hunted in the mountains, planted in the valleys, and raised meat poultry on the slopes.

Until one day an old white man wearing a black top hat and leaning on a cane appeared here.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?"

"I want to find the richest person here. I have a good thing to trade with him." The white old man said.

"Oh?" The aborigine who was the first to communicate with the old man was very interested in his words.

"I wonder if I can know what you want to trade?"

The middle-aged aborigine glanced behind the old white man, but there was nothing there.

Is it a gem?
Only such valuables are worth trading for the wealthiest of the tribe.

"What is your most precious possession?"

The middle-aged aborigine was taken aback by the old white man's question, and then he replied: "I have a field with ten trees in the tribe."

Each tree represents an area of ​​ten meters by ten meters.

The middle-aged aborigines have [-] square meters of farmland, which is less than two acres of land when converted into mu.

This is obviously not enough to support their family's consumption for a year, but he still has ten sheep and some chickens on the hillside, and he and his son are also hunters in the tribe, so he is considered a wealthy class in the tribe.

Ordinary people don't even have fields the size of ten trees.

The old white man shook his head, "This is not enough."

The land the aborigines said held no appeal for him.

"Okay, since that's the case, you can only go to trade with the chief. He's in the tallest house on the hillside, just follow this road all the way up."

"Thank you!"

The white old man raised his top hat with his hands, and walked up step by step with a cane.

The middle-aged aborigines don't know what changes the old man he guides will bring to the chief and their tribe.

No one but the chief knew what the old white man took from him or what he left behind.

He couldn't let other people know, including the elders in the tribe.

Twenty years later, this place is still a peaceful place, but some ominous omens have gradually increased.

The chief who traded with the old white man 20 years ago has passed away, and he was replaced by the old chief's son. He didn't even know what his father had traded.

Before his death the old chief had given him a box of birch, locked in the oldest way.

"Don't open it if it's not a matter of life and death for the tribe. Remember, even if our chief lineage is about to perish, but the tribe can still survive, don't open it."

The current chief deeply remembered his father's last words. He hid the box in the most secret place in the tribe and never thought of opening it.

Maybe it will become a treasure handed down from generation to generation of our tribe, not necessarily.

In the second year after the new chief took office, the aboriginal tribes in the valley began to reform, because more and more outsiders began to know this place.

The well-developed Internet and the increasingly popular outdoor sports have brought the aborigines in the valley into contact with more outsiders.

Neither the chief nor the tribe members wanted to leave the place where their ancestors had lived for generations, so they began to increase the frequency of contact with the outside world.

Until a big businessman took a fancy to this place, he wanted to let the aboriginal tribe move out of the valley and sell it to them.

Of course the chief would not agree, nor would the bows and arrows and ancient shotguns in their hands.

But the Austrian government agreed, and the wealthy man overcame all the obstacles.

Including Aboriginal Aid, sometimes the rope that kills you is produced by your own people.

The Austrian government acquiesced in the measures taken by the merchants against the indigenous tribes.

Finally, the chief opened the box that the old chief had given him.

Signed himself and all 130 three remaining members of the tribe.

Now, the place that was once a paradise has become a black and red world. A five-meter-high black crack on the hillside where the tribe lives splits the mountain and space.

Waves of hot and flaming air suddenly spurted out from inside, forming a strong air flow, and the steel was blown into molten iron in the air flow.

Ordinary sixth-level extraordinary people are not immune to these air currents. Only magic bone beasts and infested black-red rocks that have adapted to the hell environment can survive in the air currents.

But at this moment, there was a figure standing in the powerful air current.

A figure with a medium build and no hair, he turned out to be a monk.

"Finally let the little monk find it!"

"Emi's hair loss!"

The monk was young, with red lips and white teeth, and big eyes full of agility. He gave people a completely different impression from the enlightened monk. His vitality could make dead trees sprout buds.

Although he calls himself a little monk, his strength is definitely not simple, otherwise he would never be able to survive in this air flow without any damage, even the clothes on his body are not damaged.

"The Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will go to hell. The opportunity for this little monk to become a Buddha has finally come."

I don’t know who this monk’s master is, and he actually has such an idea.

Who said that if you go to hell, you will definitely become a Buddha?
And little monk, don't you think you went to the wrong place?
Perhaps the hell that Buddha and his elders talked about was not the hell where devils live, but the hell with eighteen levels of space dedicated to the execution of evil spirits.

I have never heard of any Bodhisattva who has conflicts with Satan?
But the little monk didn't think about it now, he knew he had found a crack in hell.

This is barely hell!

The little monk still has self-knowledge. Although he really wants to follow the example of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, go deep into hell, and vow that he will not be empty in hell and never become a Buddha, but now his strength is still a bit reluctant to enter hell, so he can only guard this path Hell Rift.

The little monk sat down on a stone under the crack and began to chant scriptures.

A magical thing happened, the airflow coming to the blue star through the crack began to weaken.

The fissures in hell that were expanding tended to become stable, and even shrunk slightly, but eventually stabilized.

"The strength of the little monk is still a bit weaker, otherwise, one person can suppress the crack here, and then the merits will be immeasurable, and he will become a Buddha immediately."

The little monk glanced at the stabilized hell crack, sighed slightly in his heart, then closed his eyes and continued to chant sutras.

……

Although the little monk was a little dissatisfied with his own strength, his influence was enormous.

After the erupting hell breath from Devil's Valley weakened, the divine court outside and the Earth Fire Sect and others who wanted to expand the cracks in hell immediately noticed it.

Both sent people deep into Devil's Valley to find answers.

The wooden house defended by the sectarian bureau.

"Brother Yu, what time is it now?"

"Five o'clock." Yu Jinyan glanced at the phone.

"There is still an hour. It seems that tonight will not come."

Yang Ding looked at the already pale sky, knowing that the news he guessed had been confirmed.

"Ah."

Yu Jinyan responded, appreciating Yang Ding very much in his heart, and made a major discovery on the first day he arrived.

Good luck!
(End of this chapter)

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