"When the Buddhas return, this poor monk must give an explanation!"
The Golden Wheel Buddha took a deep look at the girl. The Buddhist kingdom that he had worked so hard to develop again during this period disappeared once again.
With endless resentment, Jinlun Buddha fled away.
The girl, on the other hand, lost interest and began to urge: "Hurry up, hurry up and do something like this!"
"Auntie, I'm still in a hurry to kill that bitch Wang Ye!"
Following the girl's instructions, the speed of these undead became faster and faster, shuttling through the crowd like ghosts, bringing little bits of blood with them.
After everything is over.
The girl led the army and once again fought in the direction of God Burial City.
…
"I, Maitreya, was born in heaven and earth for one thousand eight hundred and seventy-three years."
"Enter Lingshan and become the future."
"Today, as the future Buddha, I ask the present Buddha to abdicate."
Maitreya walked among the ruins with strange steps, one step to the east and one to the west. After walking for a long time, he only walked three meters, but... his eyes suddenly opened up.
A golden building appeared out of thin air.
There are three big characters hanging on it.
Leiyin Temple.
"Teacher, this time..."
"Between you and me, only one person can really come out."
Along with muttering to himself, Maitreya gently pushed the door of Leiyin Temple.
With a soft sound, the door opened.
Maitreya just strode in with his hands behind his back, feeling free and easy.
As Maitreya entered, the door slowly closed.
The three words 'Leiyin Temple' on the plaque, golden light flashed past, and seemed to be accompanied by a chuckle.
finally...
Leiyin Temple once again disappeared into the void and disappeared.
When it comes out again, I don't know whether what comes out of it is the present...or the future.
…
In the scavenging city, Wang Ye returned with a full bag on his back.
Anything with some energy left in the city was swept away and moved to the God Burial City.
The only regret is that the message Zhao Hai conveyed to him two days ago stated that there were a lot of traps and mechanisms in Master Wang's cemetery. Qingfeng Village meant that they would not take action until two months later, that is, after the new year.
So it was delayed a little bit.
Wang Ye tactfully expressed regret that he could not serve as a bandit again.
Zhao Hai extended cordial condolences to Wang Ye.
At this point, the major events in the recent period are over. It is expected that there will be no problems until...this New Year, there will be a complete explosion.
"I don't know what Lu Wu and his wife have done to the God Burial City."
"If I spend so many resources and you can't come up with a Chou Yin Mao, don't blame me for not paying you a salary."
With expectations, Wang Ye embarked on the journey home.
This year is another harvest year.
Full of harvest joy.
…
"He used his own life to teach you the last lesson."
"This lesson should be engraved in your bones."
A middle-aged man sighed, spoke, and patted Mao Yongan on the shoulder.
Mao Yongan lowered his head, looking at the lifeless body of the forest guard on the ground, nodded slightly, and said nothing.
The body of the forest guard was covered with scars, but even in death, his eyes were always open, as if he was looking at something, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
It's like... dying without regrets.
"Don't look at it, burn it."
"The smell of blood will attract other ghosts."
The middle-aged man reminded him.
Mao Yongan's hands trembled slightly, and he finally slowly picked up a torch, his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes, and finally lit the fire gently.
Seeing that the teacher who had been with him for a year died in front of him, and even in the last lesson of his life, he did not forget to teach him something, the thread in Mao Yongan's heart finally collapsed, and he burst into tears.
In the past... our ancestors always said that a pure heart can attain enlightenment if it is spotless.
But after just one year, sometimes he felt that this kind of life was what he really wanted.
Real and satisfying.
Only...at this moment, he fell into panic again.
He fears.
He is afraid that those close to him will die in front of him one by one. He is afraid that one day, he will live alone in this world.
"Afraid?"
"Worried?"
"Every one of us here has felt this emotion, experienced it personally, and it is even more painful than you."
"But what's the use of crying?"
"Life always goes on."
"As long as you still have the slightest sense of responsibility in your heart, you have to live, even if you are like a dog, living on the last breath, just to bite you so hard one day at a critical moment, even the skin and flesh. Pull it off."
"understand?"
The middle-aged voice still echoed around Mao Yongan.
Looking at the burning corpse on the ground, a flash of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he hid it well.
As poachers, the two fought openly and secretly for decades, and finally came to an end.
But...it's soon.
No matter what the outcome is, there will always be an ending after one year.
This is also the belief that sustains his life.
"Yeah, I understand."
"Maybe this is my first time and I haven't experienced it yet. I will try to get used to it in the future."
Mao Yongan forced out a smile and looked at the flame in front of him quietly until it burned out.
He gently picked up the ashes on the ground and put them into an earthen jar, and then the group embarked on the journey back to the city.
At least the ranger was lucky.
He has a good apprentice.
At least his body wouldn't end up in the wilderness.
"Go home!"
"It's Chinese New Year!"
"Hahahahaha!"
The middle-aged man suddenly burst out laughing, and the sound echoed in the air.
The others looked at each other and also shouted out, as if they were venting something.
At least at this moment, their faces were filled with smiles.
As the forest guard said before, in this fucking world, if even the right to laugh is erased, then life will really be meaningless.
"Fuck, old man, I made you convulse and attract ghosts!"
"Why are you laughing at nothing? Epilepsy?"
Seeing a ghost in the distance that had attracted their attention, their shouts suddenly stopped. Along with complaints and curses, a group of people fled in all directions and disappeared into the wasteland.
The ghost that was attracted attention, after losing its target, returned to ignorance again and kept wandering around. It would not reveal its ferocious face again until someone passed by him again or smelled the smell of blood. Fangs.
…
"???"
"Where is my God Burial City?"
"What about such a big city?"
Wang Ye stood in an open space, as if he had been struck by lightning, his face dark.
And in front of him, if he remembered correctly, there seemed to be a very big city here before.
