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Chapter 2839 The past of the old monk

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    "Amitabha!"

    "Little benefactor, the past is like the past, and I don't want to mention it anymore."

    "Today's situation is my fate!"

    "If you want to kill, then kill!"

    The old monk clasped his palms together, shouted the Buddha's name, and looked like he was waiting for death with his eyes closed.

    "You're such a bald donkey, you're still kicking your nose in the face, aren't you?"

    "Brother, what's the point of talking nonsense to him?"

    "kill him."

    When Di Hongyu saw the old monk's attitude, he couldn't suppress the murderous intention in his heart. This was just a slap in the face.

    If it hadn't been for Guhuang to stop him, he would have become an unjust ghost in the magic cauldron.

    It¡¯s his turn to be wild here.

    "Old bald donkey, do you recognize this thing?".

    A piece of khaki-colored cloth appeared in the palm of Guhuang's hand. There were blood words on it. The whole piece of cloth was already in a state of decay.

    It is the legacy of the old monk who sealed the demon in the north of Xuanhuang Realm in the past. Because of the incident in Xuanhuang Realm, there has never been a chance to send him to Xixuanzhou.

    "If the old monk who sealed the demon was really the incarnation of this old bald donkey, he really wouldn't be able to kill him today.

    ??If an old bald donkey who has done meritorious service to the human race is killed like this.

    It simply goes against Guhuang¡¯s inner principles.

    "This this¡­¡­"

    "Little donor, where did you get it?"

    "Who are you? Where are you from?"

    The old monk glanced gently at the khaki cloth in Guhuang's palm, and his body trembled unconsciously.

    This piece of cloth was written by his own hand in his past incarnation. Eight thousand years have passed, but he has not forgotten this at all.

    In the past, he failed to seal the demon, but he was bewitched by the demon and had to pass away.

    "It seems like you really know each other?"

    "Old bald donkey, if you don't admit it anymore."

    "You are really going to hell today."

    Guhuang instantly threw the cloth in front of the old monk. He was now extremely disgusted with the Buddhist sect.

    "But Old Bald Donkey has made great contributions to the human race and is acquainted with Senior Black Flame, so it might not be a bad idea to keep him alive."

    As for how long this old bald donkey can survive, it depends on his own attitude.

    "Little donor, it seems you have really been there."

    "Are you also from the Xuanhuang Realm?"

    "Eight thousand years have passed, I never expected to see my old friend again."

    "In the past, when I traveled around the world, I occasionally felt that there was evil energy seeping into the Silver Moon Mountains in the north."

    "It's a pity that I was not good at cultivation and failed to suppress the evil spirits. Instead, I was bewitched by them."

    "I couldn't bear the emergence of evil spirits and harm the human race, so I sacrificed my life to suppress them."

    "A wisp of Yuanling or Senior Black Flame took action and sent me to merge with my body. This is how I know the past."

    "Little donor, this is the whole past."

    The old monk sighed heavily, he really didn¡¯t expect that due to some strange combination of circumstances, he would be able to see the relics of his own incarnation.

    ¡°I have to say, one drink and one peck, it¡¯s destiny.

    But who is this young man?

    Why does he have his own relics

    "Old devil, Sister Ling, come out for a moment."

    Ancient Wilderness instantly opened the Star Gate and summoned Old Demon Swallowing Heaven and Ancestor Bing Ling. Naturally, one cannot rely on Old Bald Donkey¡¯s words, but must be verified by Old Demon Swallowing Heaven and Ancestor Bing Ling.

    "You bastard, what happened?"

    "Tsk tsk! Little bald donkey, you're not dead yet!"

    "It's really interesting. Eight thousand years ago, I overestimated my abilities and tried to save this deity."

    "I killed your incarnation back then, but today I finally captured your true form."

    "You did a good job, you little bastard. The relics of this little bald donkey belong to me."

    The figure of the old demon swallowing the sky appeared, and when he saw the old monk in front of him, he immediately laughed strangely. He really couldn't find anything after wearing iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.

    Xi

    This incarnation of a little bald donkey is overestimating his abilities and trying to save himself.

    But today, it fell into my own hands.

    "Shut up! Old devil, can't you calm down for a while?"

    "Brother Chen, what happened?"

    The Ice Spirit Ancestor scolded the Old Demon Swallowing Heaven on the spot, and turned to look at Guhuang.

    "Sister Ling, do you know him?"

    ?? Guhuang already believed most of it in his heart. After all, Mr. Tuntian?The birth and death of the future.

    "Little benefactor, I am ignorant and don't understand what the little benefactor means."

    The old monk was startled in his heart, but his face was not wavering. Instead, he was full of confusion, as if he really didn't understand.

    "But how could the old monk not understand the meaning of ancient wilderness after living for tens of thousands of years?"

    This is to ask him to make a choice between Buddhism and race, but how to make this choice.

    I would rather die than make such a choice.

    But it seems that it is impossible not to make a choice.

    "Master, monks don't lie, so why do you pretend to be confused with me?"

    "I don't have the time, let alone the patience, to talk to you about Zen."

    "If it weren't for your actions eight thousand years ago, you would be a dead person now."

    "Master, think carefully and don't make hasty decisions."

    Guhuang¡¯s eyes were filled with an infinite cold aura, like a great demon from hell.

    "Little donor, in this case, what else is there to say."

    "Give me a good time!"

    The old monk sighed helplessly in his heart, did he still have to make a choice in the end?

    But how to choose?  How to choose?

    Choose Buddhism and abandon the human race?

    ?Choose the human race and abandon the Buddhist sect?

    How could he do it

    Being a monk or a monk has long been far away from the chaos of the world of mortals, but the time for the Buddha¡¯s birth has come, and he will surely enter the world of mortals again.

    Born into the world, entered into the world

    "Master, don't you want to abandon the Buddhist sect, let alone betray the human race?"

    "Although you are an outsider, it seems you still have a little bit of humanity."

    "Senior Black Flame allows you to fuse a trace of your soul with your body. Do you know what the meaning is?"

    "It's just for you to preserve the little bit of humanity you have."

    "The time has come for the emergence of Buddhism and Taoism! You can't wait to jump out now."

    "I must follow Qian Yuan at all costs."

    "Qian Yuan is a destined one, but when the time comes, she will be the first to destroy the human race."

    "How should you choose?"

    There was a bit of coldness in Guhuang's eyes. At least the old bald donkey still had a little bit of humanity in his heart.

    He has not completely forgotten his identity. It seems that Senior Black Flame has seen through this a long time ago.

    That¡¯s why we didn¡¯t hesitate to make an exception and help.

    But whether this old bald donkey is worth helping depends on his choice.

    "Amitabha!"

    "Little donor, how do you want me to make a decision?"

    "What can I do?"

    "So what if I haven't forgotten my human identity?"

    "The general trend is like a torrent. No matter how small an individual's power is, he can only be crushed by the torrent."

    "Who made our human race have no hope, who made our fate be ruined, who made our strong men die?"

    "Little donor, come and tell me what to do

    ?  "

    "In addition to complying with destiny, I"

    The old monk's mood became quite intense, like a raging fire, roaring towards the ancient wilderness.

    There is no hope, no future, and no hope at all.

    How could one sacrifice oneself as a human being and forget one's "nature"?

    Without human "nature", is it still human?

    He also wants to choose, but how to choose, how to choose?

    "Following destiny is all bullshit."

    "If we had followed destiny, our human race would have been extinct long ago."

    "Who told you that the human race has no hope and no future."

    "Who dares to destroy the human race before I die?"

    "Eight thousand years ago, you dared to sacrifice your life to become a demon and die for all people."

    "Eight thousand years later, do you still have the same courage as before"

    The roar of the ancient wilderness was like thunder, bursting out with endless strong momentum, just like the evening drum and morning bell echoing in the old monk's soul sea.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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