Mysterious World Tour

Everyone was silent.

Only the boy with a dull expression answered the voice: "Yes, it is weird enough."

Then the boy asked again with a blank expression: "What should we do next?"

"We are human beings, and we can never forget this, so we should collect special materials to block the wind of panic to offset our sins."

The question and answer are like crosstalk, and more like conveying some information.

Among the people exiled here, there are many wise men who saw this at a glance, but they didn't say anything at this time.

Silence is to protect oneself.

Creak, creak, there is wind blowing, this time it is not black and white wind, blowing the open windows in this empty city to the left and right.

Even the projected shadows are twisted and shaking.

The sun soon sets and night falls. After hastily formulating rules, these people randomly choose a place to live and prepare to spend their first night in this city.

Because of the nameless fear and the fear of the strange rumors about this city, most people gathered in a room with several people, around a bonfire. Although they closed their eyes and leaned against the wall, they were all nervous and dared not really fall asleep.

The uneasy night passed quickly, and the sky in the east was already dawning.

Those who had not slept all night breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at this time, one person after another suddenly appeared silently. Soon, the streets were crowded with people. Each of them looked at the houses where people lived with expressionless faces, as if drawn by ink.

"They will gain immortality."

A voice suddenly sounded, and then these people who were originally expressionless smiled at the same time.

The voice continued: "And we will be liberated."

...

It retracted its gaze and slowed down its breathing.

The speed of the black and white wind slowed down.

It knew what happened in that city and what was going on in that city.

However, it had nothing to do with it.

It didn't care about it.

Because it is not so boring, some people are using its breath to cover up a certain truth.

After thinking for a day and a night without figuring it out, it looked at the sun that had just risen in the sky, yawned, and closed its eyes, ready to go back to sleep.

Before going back, it couldn't help but open its eyes again, and then glanced around.

This is the black and white land that was born because of it. As long as it doesn't want, no one can see the black and white land.

It looked at it several times and couldn't see any problems.

"Then how did they find me?" It was confused again. Every tribe member could find it. Could it have changed from unknowable and unappearable to "knowable and appearable"?

But soon, it stopped thinking.

There is no use thinking too much.

The tentacles began to retract, and as it fell asleep, the tentacles unconsciously began to spread out.

Although it was also sleeping, its sleep was different from that of the ancestor. The ancestor was seriously injured and on the verge of death, while it... stayed at home for too long and didn't want to move, but it was so boring to stay still, so it had to sleep to pass the time.

On this land, those powerful beings gathered together again.

"The leader seems to be wondering how we can find it so easily?"

"Then should we tell the leader why?"

"No, I feel that if we tell him, we will be torn to pieces by the leader."

These powerful beings looked at the tentacles that stretched out from the void and fell into silence.

Such a big tentacle hanging in the sky, only a blind person can't see it!

...

Ding ding ding!

Day and night are reversed, and it is difficult to tell time, so the bell of the Lotus Temple is changed to ring once an hour.

Listening to the bell outside, Tan Mo stopped moving the rosary in his hand. He smelled the smell of burning sandalwood in the house, slowly got up, and walked outside.

It's almost time.

He came to the branch where the wine jar was hanging, and reached out to pat the jar gently.

"Let me out!" The voice of the "fire kid" came out from the wine jar immediately.

Tan Mo put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and then slowly opened his mouth to explain his purpose: "Donor, it's been a year, have you figured it out?"

"What? A year? Isn't it just one day?" Hearing Tan Mo's words, the one in the wine jar responded in shock.

"Oh, the monk uses the calculation outside of Mahakala. One day has passed in Mahakala, and one year has passed in the outside world." Tan Mo said, squinting slightly.

He was afraid that this fire kid would tell a bunch of lies again, so he used the news of Mahakala to shock her first.

After all, it is also very laborious to distinguish the lies and truth of this guy. It just so happens that this time is the most abnormal time in Mahakala when the day and night are reversed, so the less trouble, the less trouble.

After all, his success rate has not yet reached the level of omniscience and omnipotence.

Moreover, his success rate gave him such information before...

Gain the trust of the six-armed monster, and the success rate of killing the second demon spirit +100%!

This "fire baby" that suddenly appeared near the Lotus Temple was actually related to the second demon spirit that he had always been thinking about. This was something Tan Mo had never expected.

The "fire baby" in the wine jar seemed to be in a state of extreme shock because of Tan Mo's words, and was silent, not making a sound.

Tan Mo waited patiently.

If this person still refuses to tell the truth, then he is prepared to hang her for a while.

As a monk, he may not have other things, but patience is the most sufficient. Otherwise, there is no need to practice.

Practice is also to cultivate the mind.

Before Tan Mo could wait for long, the voice of "Huowa" came out of the wine jar: "I will ask you a few questions, little monk, if you tell the truth, I will tell you everything you want to know."

"Please ask, donor, I will tell you everything I know." Tan Mo couldn't help but smile in his eyes, which was the first step to gain trust.

"Is the Western Paradise still there?"

"There is no Buddha in the Western Paradise." Tan Mo responded calmly.

"What about the Heavenly Palace?" She asked quickly again.

"Not a single tile remains."

"Has anyone else become a Buddha?"

"There is one." Tan Mo thought about it and told the truth.

"Who is it?"

"He calls himself Lotus Ancient Buddha." Tan Mo said, and couldn't help but pause for a moment.

"How did this Lotus Ancient Buddha become a Buddha?"

"He accidentally entered the ruins of the Western Paradise and carved his name on the ruins of the Western Paradise, and became a Buddha just like that." Tan Mo told the truth.

"It turned out that he stole the Buddha's power. This is a fake Buddha, and also a ghost Buddha. Usually only evil ghosts can do it." After hearing Tan Mo's words, the "Fire Baby" in the wine jar suddenly said such words.

A touch of joy flashed across Tan Mo's eyes. This "Fire Baby" really knew a lot of things. He only said part of it, and she had already explained the status of the Lotus Ancient Buddha.