At this moment, Wang Ye was extremely happy, lucky that he had come into contact with several Taoist people.
If they hadn't been so nervous all day, Wang Ye might not have been able to understand how strange their brain circuits were.
You hid such a vague gossip on the wall, and then told me that this thing is useless, just kick the wall hard, and the passage... will be opened?
Do all Taoist people play games like this?
"you say..."
"Has your Buddha found this space?"
Wang Ye was a little curious.
Maitreya shook his head: "The poor monk... is not sure either."
"But the poor monk can imagine that if the Buddha found this space, I believe his expression at that time... would also be wonderful."
After finding the passage, Maitreya's mood became much better.
He can even say a few jokes.
Wang Ye felt a little emotional about this. It seemed that with the passage of time and several consecutive failures, Maitreya's mentality seemed to have problems.
If this continues, Maitreya may even be driven crazy by this terrible pressure.
Although they are also facing huge pressure, Wang Ye and Maitreya are different. Wang Ye's current situation is already destined. When the time comes, there will be a decisive battle.
If you can do it well, you will do it; if you can't do it, you will die.
If you win, you can live honestly.
But Maitreya is taking the initiative to pursue a path to heaven. All the pressures are man-made. If he succeeds, he will reach heaven in one step.
With interests involved, the pressure felt is on two levels.
…
The two of them entered the passage here with complicated emotions, and then...
"Maitreya..."
"You must calm down."
After entering the space, Wang Ye only observed the surroundings for a second before speaking hurriedly.
Maitreya also fell silent, his face a little gloomy, he didn't know what he was thinking.
once...
Maitreya can also control his facial expression management skills, and can smile no matter what the situation is, but now... Maitreya no longer knows how long he has not smiled.
After taking a look at this space, Maitreya almost lost his composure due to his self-restraint.
After entering, there is a place similar to a basement.
It was full of dust. There was only a desk in the room, and a few books were solemnly placed on it, arranged very neatly.
The contents of these books...
"The Years I Was an Alchemist"
"On the Importance of the Advantages and Disadvantages of Alchemy Furnace"
"One Hundred Tips for Preventing Explosion Ovens"
"A short story about alchemy that must be told"
"Encyclopedia of Alchemy Prescriptions"
...
Looking at these books, Wang Ye himself was confused.
Why on earth would you carve out a special space to hide such a bunch of pretentious books?
Still doing it so secretly?
How come you can still throw it away if you put it outside?
Who would take these things from you! ! !
After so much effort, the result is your autobiography?
He also left hints and guidance for future generations.
What? ? ?
How much do you want to pretend this while moisturizing things silently!
Wang Ye kept cursing in his heart.
But soon he was stunned and thought of another possibility.
Could it be that...the gossip on the wall is not a hint for future generations, but simply a mechanism to activate.
This space is not a treasure house either.
But he felt ashamed of the things he wrote, so he could only write and appreciate them secretly, so he created a space in his bedroom.
The ideas are very simple.
Is it just that he and Maitreya thought it was too complicated?
Thinking of the behavior of the Dao Sect guys, Wang Ye suddenly felt that... it was very possible.
After taking a deep breath, Maitreya finally calmed down again, smiled to himself, and then looked at Wang Ye and said: "Amitabha, thank you, donor Wang, for reminding me. This poor monk almost didn't keep his true intention."
"If there is nothing else, I'll take my leave first."
At this moment, Maitreya had no idea of staying here at all.
During the period of silence, he recalled this building several times in his mind. He had determined that there would be no other discoveries and now he was no longer in the mood to stay here.
Wang Ye was also a little helpless.
Come happily hunt for treasures, and see if you can uncover Buddha's old tricks.
The result is this...
nodded.
Miroku turned and left without hesitation.
Not knowing what he was thinking, he left this space directly.
Wang Ye wandered around the ancient domain for a while, but found nothing else, including the corridors of the other two buildings, and finally the walls on both sides were connected to this space.
Regarding this...
There are no secrets here.
Only the old man, who was still as corpse-like, Wang Ye did not dare to touch.
…
Wasteland.
After Maitreya left that space, he galloped away in one direction without any hesitation.
Finally, he came to a ruined temple, walked skillfully to the backyard, and jumped into the well.
"Maitreya Bodhisattva, you are finally here!"
"What's going on outside?"
"When can I get out?"
The moment the Subduing Dragon Arhat saw Maitreya, he came up to him excitedly, looked at Maitreya and asked.
Miroku had a smile on his face.
This smile is as warm as the spring breeze, making people feel extraordinarily friendly.
He looked at Maitreya as if he were seeing his own relatives, and then...slowly walked to Jianglong, and in Jianglong's somewhat puzzled eyes, he slapped Jianglong on the chest with his palm. .
With Maitreya's current strength, beating an Arhat cannot be said to be a beating, it can only be said to be... crushing.
Jianglong was knocked backwards and flew backwards. He hit the wall hard and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were full of fear. He didn't understand why Maitreya suddenly killed him.
Didn’t I already choose to be loyal to him?
Unless something happens at Lingshan, Maitreya will silence him!
Jianglong was also very decisive and turned around to escape.
but...
With a gentle smile, Maitreya stood in front of Jianglong, and with one palm after another, he broke Jianglong's bones one by one and crushed them into powder.
In the well, Jianglong's shrill screams echoed continuously, which was horrifying.
"Maitreya..."
"You...why are you like this!"
At this time, the ground was covered with blood.
As if making a piece of art, Maitreya smiled and made cuts on Jianglong's body, letting the blood flow out.
"I'm a poor monk, I'm detached for you..."
Miroku murmured to himself, his smile so gentle that it was chilling.
The screams of Jiang Long lasted for two full hours before finally weakening until they disappeared.
Maitreya casually wiped off the blood on his hands with his monk's robe, breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up.
"Much more comfortable."
"Zu, I will never give up."
Maitreya's smile gradually disappeared, and he regained his resolute expression and left here.
(I’m re-editing the outline at the end, so I’ll do two updates today, sorry)
