After bowing, the old monk no longer had the heavy weight he had before and became a little free and easy:

"The donor has relieved the monk's thousand-year burden, but it makes the monk very bored. How can I thank you?"

"It's a pity that I couldn't save the people in this city..."

He threw Yan Longxing on the ground and looked back at the small town that looked like ruins, Yang Yu couldn't help but sigh.

In the sea of ​​fire, he felt extremely strong resentment, which was the gathering of resentment of more than ten thousand people...

"All, all dead..."

Since Yang Yu appeared, Huang Hu's expression, who had been silent, became even more deteriorating.

He grew up in Pingshui County since childhood, and all his relatives, friends, villagers and neighbors were placed here by him.

At this moment, I felt all my thoughts were gone and I wish I could die immediately...

"Maybe, this is life?"

The old monk staggered and sat on the ground, looking at the devastated city, and his eyes were also gloomy:

"If there is no Taoist fruit in this world... there is no Taoist fruit, there are also swords and weapons, no swords and weapons, and there are also fists and feet..."

Amid the sigh, the monk was sad about the scene. He saw too many similar scenes during his lifetime.

Ten thousand people, one hundred thousand people, one million people...

"Where is such a life?"

Yu Yang shook his head.

If he says that he does not believe in the existence of life, it is impossible. Believing in the existence of life does not mean that he believes in the existence of life.

On the contrary, he has changed too many people's fate and does not believe in fate at all.

Compared to this statement, he doubted why this magical fantasy state suddenly appeared...

"Master, did you ever notice something wrong before this illusion appeared?"

"No, no..."

After hearing the inquiry, the monk was stunned at first, then frowned and thought hard. After a moment, he said:

"If you don't ask, the monk didn't notice it, but if you ask this, it's true that there is something... At that time, the spiritual qi seemed to become extremely rich..."

"Man-made disaster?"

Huang Hu, who was ashamed, suddenly stood up, and his face, with blood and tears, became very ferocious.

Seeing his emotions fluctuated violently, Wang Liu and others looked tight, and Yang Yu had already stuck his hand out and pressed it on his shoulder:

"Calm your mind!"

The mellow and masculine true energy entered the body, Huang Hu's heart was shocked, and he slowly calmed down, and finally fainted on the ground.

"It may not be a man-made disaster. The monk has read a few similar records in Buddhist scriptures, and the spiritual energy will be restored again. In the future, this situation will probably increase more and more..."

The old monk shook his head, as if he was crying and laughing:

"A thousand years have passed, why are people still so sad? Alas..."

“More and more…”

Yang Yu frowned slightly, but before he could ask, the old monk had already handed over a few Buddhist scriptures:

"Please accept it. The monk has no body and only a few Buddhist scriptures may be of some use..."

The voice gradually weakened, and the figure of the old monk also disappeared like ashes and dust under the gaze of everyone:
Chapter completed!