"Why are you worse than me!" The monk scorned.
The Taoist priest held his chest and stood up: "I don't have a Buddhist golden body."
The man in black robe looked at the two of them jokingly, as if they were watching a good show, not caring that one of them was already dead.
A pile of corpses, a pile of human lives... seemed to be just a pile of debris in his eyes.
"What should we do? We two can't fight at all! We can't run away either!" the monk asked.
The Taoist priest sighed: "Didn't your elders give you any trump card to save your life?"
The monk nodded: "Yes."
"Then you don't need it?" the Taoist asked.
"It's been used up a long time ago!"
The Taoist priest is speechless!
"What about you?" the monk asked.
"I've finished it too!" the Taoist priest said frankly.
The man in black robe glanced around, then walked towards the two men with his long sword in hand.
"Enough fun, now that you are here, let's play some role!"
Zhixuan and Mu De looked bitter, they never expected to encounter such a bad thing!
It's a pity that no one spread the news about what happened here, so two more innocent souls have to be added to this place.
The two looked at each other with bitterness in their mouths.
"What a pity...I haven't melted your golden bowl to exchange for wine yet!" The Taoist priest reluctantly looked into the monk's arms.
"I knew you had been planning the golden bowl!" The monk touched his arms and took out the golden bowl.
Golden bowl!
Suddenly, the monk's eyes lit up, and he offered up the golden bowl. The golden bowl suddenly turned into a large transparent bowl glowing with golden light. It fell to the ground with a crash, covering the two of them inside, like a barrier protecting them.
"This..." The Taoist priest was stunned.
"This is also a life-saving trump card!" The monk smiled.
"Didn't you say you've run out?" the Taoist asked.
"I just forgot!" The monk scratched his head.
"What's the use?" asked the Taoist priest.
"He won't be able to get in right away!" Monk Zhixuan said enigmatically.
"But... we can't get out either!" said Taoist priest Mu De.
The monk was stunned when he heard this, "There is no other way!"
"You just covered him...can't we just leave?" Mu De looked like he hated iron.
The monk was stunned...
Outside the golden transparent cover formed by the golden bowl, the man in black robe looked at the cover with interest.
"Buddhist Golden Bowl?"
The man in black robe sneered, raised his sword, and stabbed the golden bowl.
The monk and Taoist priest raised their hearts.
There was a sound of 'dang'.
The golden mask trembled, blocking the long sword...
The monk and Taoist breathed a sigh of relief.
"I think this broken cover can stop me for a few times!" The man in black robe looked cold.
Yes... They couldn't resist a few blows... The monks and Taoist priests drooped their eyelids... It was just a temporary way to save their lives, just to live a little longer.
And in their territory, who knows if anyone else will come over.
The man in black robe picked up the sword again, and the second blow followed.
Jinzhao was hit so hard that he trembled violently!
The man in black robe sneered and raised his sword again.
A sense of bitterness crept into the hearts of the monk and Taoist priest... They couldn't stop it.
Suddenly, the man in black robe's heart beat wildly, and an unexplained chill spread throughout his body.
The monk and Taoist priest also felt something, and turned to look at the wall aside.
In the dark night...
A featherless arrow flew out of the dark night, roaring with a startling aura.
The featherless arrows came from the darkness and shuttled through the rainy night. The cold arrows cut through the falling raindrops.
The tip of the arrow shone with a cold and deep cold, like a life-threatening talisman that takes away the soul.
The dark arrow body looked like a ghost in the dark night, cold and heartless.
The featherless arrow broke through the void, and in the silence... came faintly.
Unable to escape...unable to escape...the black-robed man was horrified. Looking at the whizzing featherless arrows, a breath of death that he had never seen before hit his face.
The man in black robe directed all his spiritual energy to the long sword and held it in front of his chest.
It's just that... swordsmen are mainly offensive, not good at defense.
The arrow reaches...the sword breaks...
The dark, featherless arrow passed through the chest of the man in black robe like a ghost, and was nailed into the stone on the ground.
The sword shattered and fell to the ground.
The arrow body is dark...not stained with blood.
The man in black robe held the hilt of the sword and looked down. A small hole in the black robe on his chest slowly seeped out red blood and dyed it red.
The spiritual power is dispersed and the vitality is lost...
The man in black robe collapsed and knelt down, just like the woman kneeling on the street last night...
The monk and Taoist priest were unable to react for a moment.
In the night, a figure climbed down the high wall and walked slowly in the night.
The figure walked in the rain in the dark night, and drops of rain fell on her body, as if she didn't know it and didn't care.
The man in black robe raised his head and stared closely at the figure walking in the rain...
Dressed in black, a black hooded cloak was fluttering in the rain. The hood of the cloak was placed so low on his head that the person's face could not be seen clearly. He held a pitch-black crossbow in his hand and a quiver on his back.
Click... click...
The figure was all black, walking through the rain, walking into the courtyard and into the dim candlelight.
"Mortal?" The black robe looked up. He couldn't see any spiritual energy fluctuations on the person who was dressed in black.
"Yes!" The person said softly.
"Why?"
A streak of bright red flowed from the corner of the man in black's mouth, and he spoke hoarsely.
He doesn't understand...
He didn't understand why mortals would get involved.
He didn't understand why mortals could kill him.
He didn't understand why mortals dared to enter the monastery.
He didn't understand why mortals were not afraid of the power of immortals.
"Because..." The man in black walked up to the man in black robe and took off the hood on his head, revealing a green and immature face and a wet and delicate hair.
This face is covered with rain, but it reveals that it is full of sadness: "I want to see how shit this world is!"
"Because...someone told me yesterday that I am different from you."
"Because...someone said to me today, why not do something?"
"Because...these thousands of untouchables you call...someone must do something for them..."
"Otherwise... wouldn't they be too pitiful!"
The man in black robe lowered his head, his life flowing away crazily. For the first time, he felt... the wind on this rainy night was actually a bit cold.
The cold rain slapped his face hard, bringing a salty and bitter taste into the corner of his mouth.
"Do you feel it?" Su Mo knelt down and looked at the man in front of him with bloody hands.
Su Mo's expression was miserable... there was no hatred, no relief, no calmness and no fear.
Some of it was just the fear and uneasiness of killing someone for the first time.
"Do you feel how valuable life is? Everyone only lives once, and immortal cultivators are no exception!" Su Mo looked up at the dark sky.
The man in black robe was shaking all over and was speechless...
He saw the overwhelming aura of death, and was filled with fear of the coming death...
"The person you killed was like this before death... unwilling... helpless... scared... confused..."
"Who... doesn't want to live!"
Su Mo's face was covered with rain...indescribable sadness.
He felt the same, the joys and sorrows of the people he saw, and the joys and sorrows of the people he killed.
"Do you remember the woman who ran onto the street yesterday with her baby in her arms? Even though she was extremely scared... she still didn't want to hurt others."
"The untouchables you call...they are just like you, but kinder than you. They will be afraid...happy for life and sad for death..."
The man in black robe raised his head, his expression gradually softened as he lay dying, and his eyes seemed to understand something.
He thought of the joy of childhood...the pain of growing up...the pain of bereavement...
"Like them, I am happy to live...sad to die..."
"It turns out...I'm just a mortal..."
The cold rain frightened the night, and the black robe knelt down and bowed his head...
This night, Su Mo killed someone for the first time in his life...
This night, Su Mo and the world were in a state of injustice...
