Chapter 240

Chapter 234

Accompanied by the continuous burning of the flames on the green lotus, Li Zhuoyuan no longer possessed his previous calm and composure; his face gradually showed a painful expression.

Pudu Zhenjun: "I gave you the opportunity and the destiny, but you yourself did not know how to cherish it. One with great karma is easy to achieve the great Dao fruit, but also easy to encounter calamities and die young."

Li Zhuoyuan's body swayed, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, yet there seemed to be some inertia, the boy's voice remained firm, with the same mocking tone as before:

"Before, I simply did not want to use my life to bet on your compassion; now you say these things again, don't you think it's very ridiculous?"

Pudu Zhenjun clasped his hands together, and the green lotus fire burned even brighter.

Li Zhuoyuan let out a muffled hum, knelt on the ground, his left hand tightly covering his face, his chest heaving.

This was an illusion, but Pudu Zhenjun's illusion was so real it could be mistaken for reality; everything manifested was the same as a true projection.

Li Zhuoyuan: "You yourself still need to bury all traces here to shield His perception of you. How could you possibly let me leave alive?"

Pudu Zhenjun recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

The green lotus blossomed, each petal carved with complex Buddha patterns, containing the ultimate truth.

Li Zhuoyuan supported himself on the ground with both hands, his body constantly twitching, strands of black gas overflowing from his body, and his body gradually appeared as double images, as if something was about to separate from him.

However, although the boy showed extreme pain, he still stubbornly continued to speak:

"You are so skilled in this process, have you encountered the same thing before?"

Pudu Zhenjun closed his eyes and recited scriptures.

The green lotus petals first detached from the body, then circled around the body, rotating, firelight overflowing.

"Ah..."

Li Zhuoyuan let out a wail, his hands tightly gripping the hard black stones on the ground, his body violently shaking, another figure almost identical to him was trying to break free from his body.

However, no matter how hard this figure tried, it could not break free, always falling just short.

Pudu Zhenjun opened his eyes and said: "One with great willpower."

One with great willpower can pass through the seven emotions and six desires, can endure worldly calamities, can have a heart transparent and flawless.

The endpoint that others seek in a lifetime is his starting point, more easily obtaining the true essence of the world.

Pudu Zhenjun: "If not for your deep obsession, this seat could have accepted you as a walker in the world, even if unable to truly enter the Buddha gate, you could still propagate the Buddha Dharma."

Li Zhuoyuan suddenly lifted his head, his face covered in cold sweat, the distortion and struggle on his face real and detailed, without any trace of acting.

The boy difficultly raised his hand, pointing to that scattered green lotus:

"How do you have the face to say such words?

I just asked you whether you have also encountered this.

Now it seems, this green lotus is not your body, you are originally that supreme one's divided heart demon?"

The black ground underfoot began to tremble; in the distance, the ghosts' cries and wolves' howls became more intense, even seeing Yin souls flying in the sky.

This was Pudu Zhenjun's illusion domain; the change in his state of mind also directly affected the environment here.

Li Zhuoyuan: "Is this your Buddha gate's way of cutting the old self?"

The dirty things are done by me, but not by my clone; it is my heart demon causing havoc outside. I am also looking for my heart demon, but my heart demon is hiding from me. As long as I discover the existence of the heart demon, I will definitely kill it.

This is my calamity; I am enduring this calamity. After passing this calamity, I am still me, a better me after shedding the old shackles.

Even Li Zhuoyuan had to sigh at the advanced wonder of this method, simply one fish eating many.

Moreover, the most interesting thing was that the Pudu Zhenjun in front of him and that true Bodhisattva were not enemies; there was an understanding between them.

Truly, practicing the Buddha Dharma to an unimaginable level, even one's own heart demon could be ferried and used for oneself.

Pudu Zhenjun saw that the boy was shaky but still maintained the last bit of firmness, could not help but let out a sigh, pointed his fingertip at the boy.

"Crack..."

A lotus petal flew towards the boy, straight into the boy's brow.

The figure that was constantly shaking on the boy's body instantly became solid, beginning to struggle outward.

Soon, it came out, but just halfway out, it was grabbed by the boy reaching out.

"You... come back to me!"

The situation became even worse, but a new stalemate appeared again.

Pudu Zhenjun: "Yin and Yang cycle, the natural principle, cannot be forced, let alone intervened."

Zhenjun pointed at the boy again; another lotus petal flew out, entering the boy's chest.

The split figure further separated; the boy still grabbed it, but this time, it was no longer one-sided restraint, but a mutual pull of equal strength.

Pudu Zhenjun slightly frowned. He was now really a bit regretful.

Ordinary people with firm minds, seeing the green lotus would give rise to a heart demon.

But this boy, not only made the green lotus burn, but also after being hit with two lotus petals, still had not truly brought out the heart demon.

Even for one with great willpower, it shouldn't be this difficult.

If He had known that his temperament reached this extent, He should have treated him in another way.

Such a person, destroying him was really too wasteful.

However, the green lotus had burned, two lotus petals had been invested, the situation in the outside reality was not completely safe, still leaving a variable.

Therefore, in this illusion, He must destroy this boy.

Forget it, still follow the original plan, completely bury this place, use the merit of this place to wash away the karma on the body, then secretly travel the world, reshape the fruit position, and finally go to find the original body, reunite into one.

Pudu Zhenjun pointed again; another lotus petal flew out, entering the boy's body.

The one that was separated out greatly vibrated, not only ended the stalemate with the boy, but also pressed the boy under it, forming control.

The heart demon had risen, the heart demon had gained momentum.

Pudu Zhenjun was very satisfied.

However, this satisfaction did not last long, because although the heart demon occupied the advantage, it did not achieve the result of heart demon devouring, instead forming another stalemate under the advantage.

The green lotus originally had twelve petals; from its birth, one was deliberately removed, taking the deficiency to exist.

Later, due to various accidents, three more were removed to avoid disaster, leaving eight.

Today, three had entered this boy's heart; He only had five left in hand.

If another one was given, the heart demon would complete the devouring, but that meant He would only have four left.

Vaguely, Zhenjun's heart began to feel some unease.

As a special existence like Him, He was more sensitive to inner warnings, but the other party, as a Jiang walker, had the heavenly machine obscured, unable to deduce, so He could only think that it was because too many lotus petals had been removed, leading to an unstable Buddha heart.

No way, sometimes what urges you to continue adding is not the current reality, but the sunk cost you cannot accept.

Zhenjun pointed again; the fourth lotus petal flew out, entered the boy's body.

The next moment, the boy was completely pressed to the ground.

Next, it should be the devouring fusion from the heart demon.

It also officially began.

But this fusion did not proceed as Zhenjun thought; instead, the heart demon that was urged and nourished by himself actually actively melted, completely merging into the boy's body.

The Li Zhuoyuan lying on the ground patted his hands, stood up, his face without any pain.

The boy looked up at the green lotus with four petals left in the sky, his eyes showing regret.

If possible, of course he hoped to deceive the remaining four lotus petals over, but he couldn't treat the other as a fool; in his previous estimation, four was the other's limit, after all, the other originally only had eight, and he had taken half.

Pudu Zhenjun: "You..."

In an instant, the black ground began to crack; in the distance came the sound of waves, as if some river was overflowing to both sides, sweeping down.

Pudu Zhenjun looked up at the four-petaled green lotus in the air, then looked at the boy in front, and asked:

"Why?"

Li Zhuoyuan answered: "Because I am originally the heart demon."

Although the boy was very good at acting, the previous pain was not entirely acting.

The other wanted to use the green lotus to strengthen his heart demon, but he himself was the heart demon; just now he was equivalent to constantly opening his mouth to swallow the supplements delivered to his mouth.

Eating too much of this supplement at once also made him bloated and difficult to digest, but in the end, he still overcame it.

Now, Li Zhuoyuan felt that his consciousness was exceptionally solid, and his mind exceptionally clear. As for the specific effects, he still needed to find time afterward to do a detailed inspection and comparison.

But at least it could be confirmed now that in the future, he would no longer be like in the past, where slight overuse of the brain would cause nosebleeds.

Pudu Zhenjun raised his hands; the sinister hell scene disappeared, and returned to the previous rural fields.

"How can you possibly be the heart demon?"

After the heart demon devours the original, can it leave this softness and beauty in the depths of the heart?

Moreover, as the heart demon, can it clean the inside so cleanly, without leaving any flaws?

Li Zhuoyuan: "In the eyes of most people, they would not expect how you could possibly be that one."

Pudu Zhenjun clasped his hands together again: "Buddha Dharma is boundless, lotus flower returns to position."

On the boy's body, four lotus petal marks appeared, as if about to detach from the body, along with the previously absorbed, as if to be drawn out again.

"Something that has been eaten, how can it be spat out again?"

Li Zhuoyuan raised his hand; the karmic fire above suddenly surged up, burning through the sky, then falling like meteors, scorching everything here into distortion.

The boy did not plan to continue playing power games with Zhenjun in this illusion; he only needed to break this illusion, then this transaction would end, and both sides would be clear.

"Boom!"

A loud bang sounded; the illusion collapsed.

The two woke up at the same time, but the white light still wrapped the two, preventing the outside from perceiving here, and here from perceiving the outside.

The boy's gaze was bright, not only without fatigue, but even more spirited.

This feeling greatly exceeded waking up after a full sleep, because the pool storing the spirit was not only widened and enlarged, but also thoughtfully filled with pool water.

This was the first time Li Zhuoyuan faced a crisis and could make himself more spirited as he fought.

In contrast, Pudu Zhenjun still maintained the original posture, hands holding the scroll, reciting Sun Baishen's crimes.

However, at the corners of Zhenjun's eyes, fresh blood began to flow out.

After a round of confrontation, there was no one-sided crushing, nor both sides injured, but rather mutual decline and growth.

Pudu Zhenjun: "This is my calamity."

Li Zhuoyuan: "If your eyes are blind, then they are blind, don't make excuses for yourself."

The karmic fire in the boy's hand was still continuously burning the surrounding white light, but the white light seemed endless; Li Zhuoyuan burned as much as Zhenjun supplemented.

Even after leaving the illusion, the boy still could not escape from this Zhenjun, still being restrained by Him.

The only change was that after the white light was consumed here, the brightness in the hall that was originally raised darkened again, beginning to return to the previous black and white tone of gray haze.

Pudu Zhenjun: "After passing the calamity, I am still me, and you will become ashes under the calamity."

Li Zhuoyuan deliberately closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, lotus petals flowed in his pupils.

When Li Zhuoyuan was young, the esoteric high monk said that boys have affinity with Buddha. If at this time the esoteric high monk saw the boy again, he would probably exclaim on the spot that this is the reincarnation of a spiritual child.

Li Zhuoyuan was deliberately showing it to Pudu Zhenjun; anyway, now he couldn't do other things, so he might as well tease Him.

In the past, Li Zhuoyuan didn't have this interest and didn't understand this joy, but now, he had it.

After all, the heart demon had greatly increased.

Li Zhuoyuan even already thought about it: after going back, sitting on the second-floor terrace in the rattan chair, how to use more vivid language to tell A Li about the interesting things that had just happened.

Pudu Zhenjun: "One with deep demonic roots, obtaining Buddha objects will definitely suffer backlash."

Li Zhuoyuan: "You and I are both heart demons, what are you pretending to be noble?"

Pudu Zhenjun: "In the future, after merits are complete, I will return to 'me'."

Li Zhuoyuan: "Then you really have no ambition. After I became the heart demon, I only think about how to completely erase the original body in the future."

The existence of the original body is like a buried thunder in my body; "he" will grow stronger along with my growth. Wei Zhengdao has already given me an example in advance.

However, after this time, my heart demon has improved greatly. At least in the next long period, it will form an advantageous suppression on the original body, which will also be convenient for going back and feeding "him" emotional garbage.

In short, a heart demon that doesn't want to be the original body is not a good heart demon.

After in-depth contact, the style of this Zhenjun in my eyes is declining all the way.

However, the deterrence of that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the boy's heart is instead gradually strengthening.

An existence that can utilize "waste" to such an extent, how can it not make people feel alarmed?

No matter what the final outcome here is, the Bodhisattva has already steadily profited without loss.

The new Guanjun system has been established by Him, merits continuously gathering upon Him.

If I solve Pudu Zhenjun here, then the Bodhisattva's heart demon is removed, advancing further; if I am killed by Pudu Zhenjun, later Pudu Zhenjun cultivates and returns, actively merging, the Bodhisattva can still watch the scenery from upstairs.

Perhaps, when laying out here initially, the Bodhisattva had already calculated today's step.

Therefore, compared to the current situation, how I should "contact" the Bodhisattva in the future has become a more thorny problem.

Pudu Zhenjun: "You have already clarified my identity, but you have not yet shouted my Dharma name. In your heart, you are ultimately afraid."

Li Zhuoyuan: "Don't worry, I will shout it out soon."

Pudu Zhenjun: "He may be able to hear it."

Li Zhuoyuan: "Well, I really hope He can't hear it."

"You don't have this opportunity, because your people can't stop the monkey head."

"Not necessarily, do you think only you have helpers?"

...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The monkey that was completely serious was even more terrifying than before.

After three consecutive heavy sticks, Runsheng although still held on, but after the monkey withdrew the stick, Runsheng himself knelt on the ground, his right hand tightly pinching his chest.

Fully opening the Qi gates was originally a squeeze on the body's limits. If normally vented and released it would be fine, but in this situation, still being suppressed and struck, the heart's endurance had reached the limit.

Now, every heartbeat sound carried a noise similar to a damaged bellows.

The bellows by the stove in Shanda's house had been patched many times; Runsheng had to be careful every time he used it when going back. Now his heart was the same, about to fall apart.

After Runsheng persevered, Tan Wenbin entered the battlefield, wanting to buy more breathing time for Runsheng.

The monkey showed extreme disdain for this kind of sneaky little trick; only to see the monkey first roar, breaking through the mizhang created by Tan Wenbin and the two dry sons together, then swung a stick down.

"Bang!"

The mizhang still had some effect; this stick did not hit Tan Wenbin, but exactly smashed on... the pile of bottles and cans in front of him.

Yinmeng's whip had already looped around Tan Wenbin's waist, pulling him with force.

Almost at the last moment, pulling Tan Wenbin out of the toxic fog explosion area.

A little earlier, the monkey wouldn't take the bait; a little later, Tan Wenbin would die at the hands of his companions.

Yinmeng breathed a sigh of relief; without Xiao Yuan gege's timely reminder, relying on herself to grasp the timing, the pressure was really great. Fortunately, this time she pinched it just right.

After Tan Wenbin landed, blood overflowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and the two children on his shoulders also became listless.

To confuse that monkey was really not an easy thing; it was just normal performance, and they here needed to go all out from the beginning.

Fortunately, this sneak attack succeeded.

Tan Wenbin couldn't plan step by step like Xiao Yuan gege; he could only rely on his little cleverness plus huge risks to fight for an opportunity.

In the toxic fog, the monkey's body began to melt.

Yinmeng showed a surprised expression: "Succeeded?"

Tan Wenbin sighed: "It doesn't have the stick."

After the toxic fog gradually dissipated, a broken blood monkey "plopped" completely sprawled on the ground.

But in the rear, in the area not covered by the toxic fog, the monkey holding the stick was still standing there intact.

Tan Wenbin felt a bit unwilling in his heart; the monkey should not have detected it in time, but the monkey's speed and reaction allowed it to respond in time.

If Xiao Yuan gege was commanding, he should first use padding to compress the monkey's reaction time; even if he couldn't kill the monkey with the toxic canister in the end, he could still make the monkey suffer some injury.

Sure enough, the stronger the opponent, the less effective little cleverness is.

Tan Wenbin turned his head and glanced at Runsheng beside him, seeing that Runsheng was still clutching his chest, his face pale, lips blue, he knew that Runsheng should not be counted on.

"Children, cheer up, us three fathers and sons, let's fight again!"

The two almost drowsy resentful infants forcefully lifted their heads and injected the remaining ghost qi and resentment into Tan Wenbin's body again.

Yinmeng, who was originally supporting Tan Wenbin, let out a "hiss", withdrew her hand; the wrist that had previously contacted Tan Wenbin was actually frostbitten.

Over there, under the pillar, Lin Shuyou relied on his feet soles constantly rubbing the ground, with his back against the pillar, finally stood up again.

He gripped the double maces tightly, staggered forward two steps, his body swayed, finally stabilized his figure again. He lifted the mace in his right hand, pointing towards Yinmeng's direction.

The monkey held the stick and advanced again. If the first time was underestimation, then the second time was the other side genuinely blocking itself.

Fortunately, the other Zhenjun were still sealed and could not see everything in the hall; if they knew that they were blocked by a group of slightly larger ants for two rounds, they would definitely be laughed at.

The stick dragged on the ground, the monkey's speed getting faster and faster.

Tan Wenbin actively rushed towards the monkey, condensing curse power again. He knew the monkey was not afraid of this, but this was currently the only technique he could use again.

Yinmeng's whip wrapped around Lin Shuyou, swung up; Lin Shuyou smashed towards the monkey from the side.

The double maces in A You's hands crossed, wanting to use the characteristics of these double maces to add some damage to the monkey, at least, to create more opportunities for Bin ge.

After throwing Lin Shuyou out, Yinmeng used her finger to uncork a silver toxic canister; she planned to drink it, treating herself as the last portion of poison.

She didn't know if this would produce a better effect, but... try it.

It was better than standing in place, being smashed one by one by the monkey's stick.

Actually, by this point, it was really not about team true feelings and facing death; mainly everyone had no time to think about these, completely it was after fighting red-eyed, the mind only had one idea:

Fight to the death and bite off a piece of your meat!

The monkey's mouth showed a disdainful smile; in the past, it enjoyed the prey's death struggle; now, it still felt intoxicated by it.

The weak and helpless evil spirits would offer their last spiritual madness to provide dessert after the meal.

The monkey's eyes condensed, the momentum around swept; first a roar, once again dispersing Tan Wenbin's released curse power, then reached out with his left hand, grabbing forward virtually.

Lin Shuyou hadn't had time to approach the monkey before he was grabbed in the air and restrained.

Just as the monkey was about to lift the stick and smash one head after another, a hint of confusion suddenly appeared in the monkey's eyes.

The area where Runsheng was kneeling suddenly brightened up.

The original tone in the hall was gray, formed by black and white; that area suddenly brightened, meaning the black in that area disappeared.

Or perhaps... it was absorbed.

The monkey couldn't care about smashing heads anymore; it immediately turned its head to look at Sun Baishen sitting on the lotus platform.

The resentment in the monkey's eyes became even more intense at this moment:

"You dare to help him but not me."

The reason the betrayer acts so recklessly is because even after betraying, it still feels it is the favored one, hence daring to rush to the front; it does not feel fear or shrink back, because it has something to rely on.

On the road, Li Zhuoyuan had mocked the monkey, saying that anyone could betray "him", except the monkey.

But precisely, the monkey's betrayal was the most extreme and invested.

In this world, there are actually many such people; whoever treats them well, they easily become arrogant.

Wei Zhengdao once reminded Sun Baishen not to treat beasts as humans.

Beasts should be more loyal to their masters; they are also more adapted to this existence. If you treat it as a human, you have to bear it betraying you like a human.

"Ah..."

Runsheng slowly stood up, bending his waist, arms hanging and swinging.

The sixteen Qi gates collectively breathed, forming a cycle, but this time what was inhaled and exhaled was no longer pure breath, but sha.

Runsheng's heart had just stopped.

He lifted his head, his eyes completely covered in white.

"Drip... drip... drip..."

The sha gas circulation condensed into thick water droplets, constantly dripping down Runsheng's body.

"Roar!"

Runsheng let out a non-human roar, then rushed towards the monkey on all hands and feet, at a speed faster than before.

Yinmeng's eyes widened; she felt that the current Runsheng was very strange, like he had completely changed into another person.

Lowering her head, looking at the silver toxic canister already at her mouth, she immediately capped it; as long as there were companions who could still fight, she had to do a good job of scheduling and assisting.

Runsheng rushed to the monkey like a wild beast; the monkey's body shook, Lin Shuyou and Tan Wenbin were all rolled away by the air wave.

Yinmeng quickly swung two whips, catching the two in the air.

At this time, Runsheng had already approached the monkey; the monkey swept with a stick, Runsheng's body sideways, dodging at an unbelievable speed, then smashed a fist towards the monkey's chest.

"Bang!"

Previously, to enter the hall, the armor on the monkey had already shattered and fallen off; at this time this fist left a not shallow mark on it.

The monkey withdrew the stick again, wanting to push Runsheng away, but Runsheng suddenly lunged, coming to the monkey's back.

The monkey swung the stick, drawing towards the back; Runsheng raised his arm, clamped the stick. Although taking this stick caused a large area of depression in Runsheng's ribs, Runsheng still hung on the stick without being pulled away by the monkey.

"Splash..."

Seizing this opportunity, Runsheng opened his mouth and bit the monkey's neck.

The black fur on the monkey stabbed Runsheng's face full of blood, but Runsheng's teeth were dead embedded in the monkey's flesh, beginning to tear forcefully.

For a time, it was really impossible to tell which was human and which was beast.

The monkey stretched out its hand, throwing Runsheng down from its back.

Runsheng was heavily smashed to the ground, but he quickly bounced up again, crawling on all limbs, quickly circling around the monkey.

The monkey reached out and touched its back neck; it had brought heavy injuries when it came in, but just now, Runsheng tore a large piece of flesh from it.

The monkey opened its mouth, revealing its fangs.

Both sides had turned into beast states, tearing together.

Gradually, Runsheng began to falter; he was caught by the monkey time and time again, thrown out, caught again, thrown out, and finally, kicked flying with a hard kick.

But the already seriously injured Runsheng still got up again, his body with multiple fractures, hands and feet joints multiple eversions, but he seemed to have no pain.

In fact, Runsheng didn't know what he was doing in reality; what appeared in his mind was a scene he had long forgotten.

In the scene, he was in a dark area, facing an unknown existence; he kept rushing up to tear, being thrown, rushing up again to tear, being thrown again.

He only knew he was hungry, very hungry; he was not afraid of death, he was afraid of hunger.

Tan Wenbin didn't know what was wrong with Runsheng, but undoubtedly, Runsheng's "going crazy" bought time for everyone, and more for Xiao Yuan gege.

"How did he do it, how did Runsheng do it?"

There can't be power improvement for no reason, there must be a reason.

At this time, the two children on his shoulders suddenly became excited; they opened their mouths and began to absorb in big mouthfuls.

Soon, Tan Wenbin noticed that the pressure on his shoulders was increasing; every breath was like inhaling countless ice slags, as if enduring torture.

His brain also became dizzy under this rapidly dropping temperature, gradually losing clear thinking.

The two children saw this and stopped their happy feeding instinct, turning their heads to look at their dry father; they were afraid that if they continued sucking, they would freeze their dry father to death.

"Don't stop, continue, don't stop!"

What a joke, at this time, being able to gain extra power supplement, how can we stop?

We are all going to fight to the death, he couldn't cherish his life.

The two children hesitated.

Tan Wenbin got angry: "Listen, suck!"

The two children continued to suck.

Tan Wenbin's body temperature began to drop further.

On his shoulders, the two pieces symbolizing the seal fell off, meaning that these two resentful infants would no longer be suppressed by Tan Wenbin, the father and sons three, completely without defense.

In the end, Tan Wenbin's consciousness fell into ice sealing, like hibernation, even his heartbeat became extremely weak.

Tan Wenbin's body became stiff, falling backward.

In the moment before the back of his head was about to touch the ground, it suddenly stopped, then stood up again.

Tan Wenbin's eyes turned red, one eye pupil to the left and one to the right. As if feeling wrong, immediately both changed direction, all squeezed towards the nose direction, forming cross-eyes.

Then, the eye pupils quickly rotated, and when they stopped again, finally formed the balance of normal people.

Bending down, leaning forward, rushing forward, Tan Wenbin's body was filled with dense ghost qi and resentment, pouncing towards the monkey.

Over there, the monkey had just kicked Runsheng out, and turned to see Tan Wenbin rushing over.

The monkey punched out, Tan Wenbin dodged and circled, opened his mouth, releasing curse power.

The monkey's head shook, immediately opened its mouth and roared, dispersing the curse power while reaching out again. This time finally grabbing Tan Wenbin.

But at this time, Runsheng climbed onto the monkey's back again.

"Roar!"

The monkey completely ignored everything, not hesitating to burn its own fresh blood, forming flames on its body.

However, Runsheng completely ignored the flames burning on himself, once again opened his mouth, biting towards the back of the neck.

This fighting style simply didn't plan to live.

To be precise, facing such a powerful monkey, precisely because they used a must-die fighting style from the beginning, they were able to drag the monkey for so long.

If there was more thought or hesitation, the situation would have been broken by the monkey long ago.

The monkey had to reach out to reach the Runsheng on its back.

And the Tan Wenbin it was grabbing was also enduring the flame roasting, but those two children not only didn't wail for mercy, but seemed to completely stimulate the ferocity in their hearts, proactively hugging the monkey's furry arm with both hands, injecting curse power mixed with their dry father's fresh blood into the monkey's body.

The monkey already had injuries on its body, plus the fresh blood was burning, the curse power actually penetrated in. Soon, that area of the wrist began to turn black.

In the distance, Lin Shuyou's breathing accelerated, Bin ge's two children were fighting hard, he couldn't do nothing.

But what made him hate was that when the child didn't come down, his good kung fu as a normal person simply didn't qualify to participate in this level of battle and killing, even helping to beat the side drum was difficult.

In A You's mind, scenes from the past quickly emerged.

There was the scene of kneeling and worshiping the Yin god statue with the master since childhood, the scene of sensing for the first time when lighting incense, the scene of successfully inviting the child at a young age and being surrounded and called a genius by the master and senior brothers.

Originally, without the Yin god adult descending, unable to invite the child... I am just a waste!

Suddenly, Lin Shuyou seemed to think of something; he turned his head to look at Sun Baishen sitting on the lotus platform.

Here, is the temple of the previous era's Guanjun.

If the contemporary Yin god adult himself couldn't invite, could he invite the previous generation's Guanjun?

Who to invite?

Fa'e Zhenjun was dead, Shoumen Zhenjun was also dead, the other Zhenjun were all betrayers, then the only object that could be invited now was the one sitting on the lotus platform.

Lin Shuyou swayed and stood up, left hand stirring, right hand clenched into a fist, stamped one foot.

"Little one Lin Shuyou, respectfully invite you to possess... to slay demons and eliminate evil!"

On the lotus platform, Sun Baishen still sat there with his eyes closed, motionless.

Lin Shuyou here also had no movement.

Failed, no effect.

Lin Shuyou suddenly remembered that the previous generation's Zhenjun was formed through bloodline as the bond of the Jitong inheritance.

He had no bloodline, so he couldn't invite the Zhenjun here at all.

Moreover, the one sitting on the lotus platform now was not a Zhenjun adult, he might not even have the ability to descend.

"Sigh..."

The hope that had just ignited was as fragile as thin paper, punctured by reality.

Lin Shuyou turned his head and glanced at Runsheng and Tan Wenbin who were still entangled with the monkey and in a completely downwind situation over there.

Then, he looked towards the direction of Xiao Yuan gege wrapped in white light.

No matter what the final result today was, whether dying here or Xiao Yuan gege turning the situation around the next moment after coming out of the white light, he really didn't want to be such a Guanjun anymore.

Suddenly, a voice rang in Lin Shuyou's mind; it was the child's voice:

"Sigh, can't win, really, you don't know who you are facing."

Lin Shuyou: "Does Xiao Yuan gege know?"

The child was silent for a moment, then answered: "He... should know."

The reason the child thought Li Zhuoyuan knew was that this time the boy didn't scold himself, he actually understood himself!

Putting himself in his shoes, that boy must know why he didn't dare to come down this time.

Lin Shuyou: "Since Xiao Yuan gege did this, then it must be winnable."

The child: "Can't win."

Lin Shuyou: "Child, if you are really so certain, you wouldn't come out to talk to me."

The child: "I sensed that you want to abandon the tradition."

Lin Shuyou: "Um."

The child: "As a Guanjun sequence Yin god, I cannot descend in front of Him, I came down at Shoumen Zhenjun's place, that was the limit, but..."

Lin Shuyou: "Um?"

The child: "If I am no longer a Guanjun sequence Yin god, then it would be fine."

Lin Shuyou's eyes widened; he understood the child's meaning.

A You: "Why?"

The child: "You are right, I am not certain. If you die here, that's fine, but if you don't die and win... I cannot accept this gap."

The child felt that even if he didn't come down this time, the boy would still tolerate himself afterward, anyway, keep himself to continue doing odd jobs; it's not every time you encounter that supreme existence, that boy is very rational, not emotional.

But the child could sense Lin Shuyou this Jitong's emotions, just as Lin Shuyou could sense him.

The boy can tolerate himself, but this Jitong, if he can survive, will absolutely no longer invite himself, will completely cut off relations with himself.

He can feel the Jitong's inner torment just now; the Jitong would rather die in battle than die aggrieved; he will never allow himself to experience this again in the future, and even dare not look back.

Compared to the boy's rationality, his own Jitong is full of sensibility!

A deep regret brewed in the child's heart; he had a premonition that once he gives up this time, he will regret it forever, and there will be no possibility of remedy.

Lin Shuyou: "Child, in the end, you still can't let go of this win or loss?"

The child: "Do you believe it, I think, I somewhat can't let go of you."

Lin Shuyou nodded: "I believe."

The child: "Then, let's gamble once."

Lin Shuyou: "Um, gamble!"

Immediately, Lin Shuyou faced the lotus platform and knelt down on one knee, his gaze firm, sincerely said:

"Little one Lin Shuyou, please enter the Bodhisattva's door, slay demons and eliminate evil, maintain the human world!"

On the lotus platform, from Sun Baishen's brow, a golden light was released, entering Lin Shuyou's brow.

Lin Shuyou's breath began to gradually change, becoming steady, becoming majestic.

The power of the white crane child was also quietly injected at this time; he was very clear that after this descent, he would only be able to sleep in this body and could no longer leave; this was his own choice, he put himself on the gambling table.

Lin Shuyou's eyes gradually turned into vertical pupils.

A white mark appeared on Lin Shuyou's brow, first rotating and flickering, finally settling.

Then, a majestic voice resounded in this great hall:

"Today, I appoint you as—

Baihe Zhenjun!"

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