Black Myth: Journey to the West – Simulate Becoming Immortal!

With the ears open, all kinds of insults, curses, and filthy words can be heard.

Only at this moment did Chen Ye suddenly realize.

It turns out that Zen Master Wuchao actually raised a group of gossips at the foot of his mountain!

Chen Ye was upset and angry because of the noise.

His face looked ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had supernatural powers!

In an instant, he came to a long-tongued ghost and picked it up with one arm.

"Tell me! What tricks did you use?"

"Why does the true form appear only at night?"

"What is the purpose of Zen Master Wuchao!"

Chen Yi's shouting voice was like rolling thunder.

If it were an ordinary demon, he would have been frightened out of his wits, and he would be as panic-stricken as pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

However, this group of long-tongued ghosts was different. They were aroused by this and still acted as if they were going their own way.

He ridiculed and cursed, made trouble and talked nonsense. He kept scolding Chen Ye for being an inhumane person, poking at his sore spots and pointing out his ugly spots.

This look was completely different from the group of enthusiastic villagers during the day. It was a world of difference.

The chatter became louder and louder.

It was densely packed and wrapped around Chen Hao's body, never ending!

Chen Ye's eyes were red and full of anger.

He stretched out his three heads and six arms, his bronze skin was covered with blood, and his demonic aura surged into the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

Okay, okay, old thief Wuchao!

To use these damn long-tongued brats to disguise themselves as human beings is disgusting to Him!

Since these things are not human, why should He spare them!

Kill them all!

Kill cleanly!

Chen Ye was filled with anger that could not be suppressed, and demonic obstacles were growing.

With a wave of his six arms, dozens of long-tongued ghosts were piled together and crushed into pulp!

His entire body was filled with violent demonic aura.

At this moment, he actually felt an unprecedented sense of ease and smoothness.

The aura of his body was rising steadily, as if he had returned to Gao Laozhuang again, when he transformed into a real demon and was born into the world.

The brocade cassock is dim and dull.

Clouds of blood rolled, rocks splashed, the sky collapsed and the earth split, blood flowed into rivers...

"Dignified guest... distinguished guest?"

"It's time for breakfast, are you still resting?"

The sky was bright and the breeze was blowing outside the window.

Chen Ye woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and looked around, and realized that he was still lying on the bed!

A dilapidated wooden bed, covered with several layers of old cotton.

The broken mud brick walls are smeared with yellow mud and repaired.

The toad spirit lay on the yellow mud floor, pillowed on a cotton blanket, snoring comfortably.

Chen Yi frowned slightly, used his clairvoyance, and turned to look out the door.

Then he saw a man who was fairer and stronger than yesterday, holding a bowl of porridge, standing outside the house and knocking on the door.

"How is this possible..."

Chen Ye murmured in his heart, didn't he kill him last night?

And why did the thatched house he was in turn into a mud house?

After last night's experience, Chen Ye became wary.

He looked attentively and carefully looked at the village chief's son.

However, no matter how he looked at it, his words sounded like a perfectly normal person.

There are no traces of demons and ghosts all over his body, not even the slightest trace of evil spirit!

Could it be that everything that happened last night was just a dream of His?

Or did Zen Master Wuchao have other means to deceive him?

Chen Yi couldn't figure it out, and he felt more and more that there was something strange and tricky here.

He stopped guessing, stood up and responded, then opened the door and welcomed the words in.

His words were cautious, bypassing the sleeping toad spirit on the ground.

Just as he had just put down the porridge bowl and food tray, Chen Biao exchanged a cold greeting at this moment.

"I've been busy entertaining you recently, but I haven't had a good sleep in a long time."

"I wonder if my little brother slept well last night?"

Hearing this, Yan Yan showed bitterness on his face, sighed and shook his head.

"Alas, the masters on the mountain came down to help us eliminate the demons, but they ended up almost dead and injured."

"And those demons are still remnants of the trouble, and I don't know how many more people will die."

"How can I sleep well in this situation?"

"I envy you, Master, for having such a character and magnanimity that your appearance will remain unchanged despite the collapse of a mountain."

He murmured the words while shaking his head.

"Um?"

Chen Yi was confused when he heard this, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

What's going on?

Why do I feel like everything has changed when I wake up?

What does it mean that the master went down the mountain to slay demons, almost all of them were killed or injured?

Isn't this the story that happened in the past told by the village chief Yan yesterday?

Could it be that He hadn't woken up yet, so why did he feel so confused and inexplicable?

Is it possible...

Chen Ye seemed to have guessed something, and a somewhat whimsical idea arose in his mind.

In order to confirm his conjecture, He immediately asked tentatively: "Masters subjugate demons, their merits are immeasurable, and they will also enjoy bliss after death."

"I wonder what Zen Master Wuchao is doing now. Has he been injured?"

Hearing this, Yan Yan was a little stunned.

"All the Zen master's disciples were killed and injured. He was so sad that he cried and laughed and ran all the way back to the mountain last night."

"We don't know what his condition is now, alas..."

"Dear guest, please rest assured. The masters have done so much for the town, and we are definitely not the ungrateful people."

"Since you are the guest of the Zen master, my Yanjia Town can still afford your food and accommodation." "Dear guests, please have a good rest. The nights are still not peaceful these days. I don't know where Yanjia Town will end up..."

After Yanyan finished speaking, he lowered his head and walked out of the room in a depressed mood.

Chen Xi's brows were twisted together, and his mind was confused.

The current situation is a bit too confusing.

He was telepathic, and Yanyan said that he had never lied.

The information revealed in his words and even the changes in the house seemed to point to a possibility.

He... seemed to have come to the former Yanjia Town mentioned by Yanxingpi!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

Chen Xi murmured in his mouth. He never believed that the Zen Master Wuchao could have such ability!

If he could have such unimaginable great magical powers as reversing the past and the future and confusing cause and effect, why would he bother with him?

Moreover, if this is really the former Yanjia Town, why would there still be a person like Yanyu?

Chen Xi shook his head. Rather than making random guesses, it would be more intuitive to actually take a look.

Thinking of this, he spread his palm and revealed the human skin paper.

Blood flowed down, dripping.

One breath, two breaths

Time passed slowly, the human skin paper was slightly hot, but no handwriting appeared.

Chen Xi clenched the human skin paper with some dissatisfaction, and the anger in his heart suddenly ignited!

What is the human skin paper doing?

Could it be that the human skin paper is really useless now?

No, that's not right

Chen Xi forced himself to suppress his anger and ignored the demonic obstacles in front of him.

The current situation of the human skin paper is not like the previous one, as if it was consumed too much and lost its effectiveness.

Instead, it is more like the failure to continue when he repeatedly urged it in a day.

But he had clearly thought of activating this thing after a day, why did this happen?

Could it be that there was something wrong with the time?

This Wuchao Zen Master of Futu Mountain really gave him a big surprise!

First, in the simulation, he turned into a real demon and used his magical powers, but he was helpless.

And now, even the human skin paper seemed to have limited its effectiveness.

Chen Xi took a deep breath and then glanced at the toad spirit who was still snoring.

That's it

In this case, he wanted to see what was going on here.

He did not wake up the toad spirit, but walked out of the house himself.

In an instant, the scene of Yanjia Town came into view.

There were blue brick and tile houses and yellow mud roads everywhere.

At the same time, there were large areas of ruins and smoke.

The people of Yanjia Town, some wearing linen clothes, some wearing silk, all looked sad.

Corpses covered with white cloth were placed on the roadside.

Some people were kneeling and crying, or some were lonely old people, no one cared about them.

The whole Yanjia Town was a scene of desolation and desolation, which made people sad.

However, this scene was much better than the demonic world that Chen Xi had seen.

At least, the dead could still have a complete body, and the living had all their organs intact, unlike demons.

Chen Xi walked over and listened to their cries.

"Woo woo woo, Dalang! Without you, how can we live as mother and son!"

"Xiao E! You died so miserably."

"Why! Why can't those masters conquer these hateful demons even if they risk their lives!"

"My son, why don't they come to eat me?!"

"Hey, grandson, my son has been eaten..."

"I, an old man, will soon die..."

Chen Xi listened to these extremely sad cries, and a few traces of sadness emerged in his heart.

For a moment, even the anger and anger in his heart were dispersed a lot at this moment.

"Buddha, this is just some tricks played by Wuchao."

"Could it be that he really deceived you?"

"Don't fall into his trap!"

The broken precepts Buddha looked at the sad scene on the ground indifferently and spoke lightly.

At the same time, the Dragon King showed sarcasm and said in the same way: "These mortals are weak and should be reduced to food for demons."

"Could it be that the dragon son wants to show mercy and stay here to save the suffering?"

Chen Xi heard the words, and the sadness in his heart was interrupted.

The little peace of mind that was originally found was gone at this moment.

The anger reappeared between his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

Although he has always disliked these two demons, what they said now does make some sense.

Master Wuchao had used these tricks to show him, just to show him something.

But if he wanted him to really believe that Master Wuchao could save people from suffering?

Pah!

Let’s not talk about anything else for now, just talking about the matter of Gao Village, there is no lack of traces of Master Wuchao.

If he really wanted to save people from suffering, how could he have caused the village to be ruined!

Chen Xi stopped thinking about these things and began to look at these seemingly normal villagers.

These guys look one way during the day and another way at night, which is really weird.

Even his divine eyes can’t see the clues.

If he could investigate more deeply, the situation of these villagers would be better.

When Chen Xi’s thought arose, it was like taking root, surging in his mind.

Now, he has six perfect senses, and his mouth and nose have magical powers.

If he could taste it, taste it carefully...