"That's why you avoid the direction of "Yanmo" kneeling down?" The monk maintained his own metalization: "For hundreds of years, you have suppressed "Yanmo" with such a heart?"

The old monk didn't say anything, but his expression said everything.

"Why are you, why do you want to give up the responsibility of suppressing 'Yanmo'?" Master Sanzang turned his gaze to Yongye and asked in a questioning tone, making Yongye afraid to look at each other.

Seeing the following situation made Tang Sanzang feel much more at ease. He originally thought that the monk from Yingchan Temple was lured by evil things and fell into depravity.

Now it seems that he is just a master with spiritual weakness, a disciple who has transformed from good order to evil order.

Having seen too many changes in the camp, Master Sanzang has no trouble with such changes.

In those words, no matter whether it is black and white cats, as long as they can catch mice, they are good cats.

"He discovered that when the Song Dynasty established Wangxiang City, he planned to build a prison for 'Yanmo'." The old monk floated forward a few steps: "This was originally a secret, but later most of the monks in the temple died of illness or aging, so I had to tell him the truth."

"The people of Song State burned the remains of the monks from Yingchan Temple in the past dynasties to ashes and wrapped them in the city walls, so that the unjust soul of "Yan Mo" could not leave, and could only be restricted to Wangxiang City!" Yongye sneered and said, "My fellow disciples all ended in this way. Humph, even the residents of Wangxiang City gave sacrifices to "Yan Mo"!"

"Why do I still sit dead and suppress evil things for such a ruthless country?" Yongye was excited: "Why can't I live freely? Why am I restricted here? Why do people in Wangxiangcheng have to endure these sufferings instead of the entire Song State?"

"Then you go!" The monk Feng Wuyi finally stumbled to find the place and eavesdropped outside for a long time.

He met a bald monk several times along the way, and finally seized the opportunity to kill one. When he got closer, he saw that it was a mummy!

When he thought of having a close fight with a mummy just now, Feng Wuyi almost kissed him, and felt disgusted.

"You actually used the corpses of your fellow disciples as puppets?" Feng Wuyi threw in his head with his skin and muscles, and rolled all the way to Yongye's feet.

"It's much better than grinding into powder to paste the wall!" Yongye bowed to his head and held up the dried head from the ground: "Master, look, this is your most optimistic disciple, Wuying. Please ask me before he dies. If you have the chance, you must send his body back to your hometown for burial."

"You lied to all of us, and Song State lied to all of us!" Yongye put his head outside the barrier and let his empty eyes look directly at his master: "Explain it to him yourself!"

The monk Tang Sanzang glanced at his disciple, smiled, and made a gesture you said. He knew that the hearts of these people were far stronger than they looked.

"You are just too pretentious!" Feng Wuyi walked in with a meteor, pointing at the strong man who was most likely to be a legendary realm without hesitation and shouting: "Isn't it just four million people? Is there anything I can't let go of after hundreds of years! That Peacock King had bad intentions at the beginning!"

"Didn't he know how his own country perished? He brought a large group of refugees, didn't want to clean up the team and quarantine himself, and even drag the Tang Kingdom into the water?" Feng Wuyi knocked on the invisible barrier without hesitation: "You open the door! I'll go in and talk to it!"

These words made the old monk stunned and confused.

"Besides, how about four million?" Feng Wuyi rebuked loudly: "Whoever can't kill people when they fight? You haven't seen our heads. He must scare you to death when he comes! Let me tell you, Song State is different now, we are not afraid of anything! Open the door and let that shit 'Yanmo' go home. See how we clean it up!"

Feng Wuyi was holding a big bald head, smashing the barrier, making a thumping sound, looking unyielding.

As if responding to him, a vibration came from the ceiling and a lot of gravel fell.

And "Yan Mo" suddenly emitted ten times more black silk thread than before, and for a moment, black smoke rolled and continued to spread upwards!

"Damn, old monk, are you really playing?" Feng Wuyi was a little panicked: "If you say let it go, don't even say hello?"

The old monk had no time to talk nonsense to Feng Wu. Master Tang Sanzang said: "Oh no! This is the city wall being destroyed! The wronged souls in the body of 'Yan Mo' are pouring out. I can't stand it for long. The population of Wangxiangcheng is too small and cannot satisfy the current appetite of 'Yan Mo'."

"God's will!" Yongye laughed and turned around and disappeared into the dark tunnel, and echoes kept coming: "God's will! Li Xuanbai, you are waiting for me!"

"Master, what will happen to the worst result?" Tang Sanzang asked in a hurry.

The old monk sighed: "The worst result is that 'Yanmo' will gradually fade. It originally had the resentment of the last Peacock King, and it was composed of millions of unjust souls. The resentment was not eliminated, and the unjust souls were immortal. They would cross the ocean and return to Song Tu, choose a city with a strong population, condense into entities again, and cholera the world."

Tang Sanzang recalled those who changed the world back then, and felt that the problem was not big.

Feng Wuyi heard Yang Yuefan talk about the situation where there were too many people and few strangers in the Loess area, and he also felt that the problem was not big.

"Oh, so I won't bother you." Master Sanzang turned around and left.

Feng Wuyi followed his master step by step: "Master, when will I teach me something else? See if I perform well this time..."

The master and apprentice disappeared into the tunnel, leaving only the old monk, with a confused look on his face and felt that the world was not as simple as before.

"Old friend, do you just want to go back and take a look? Wangxiangcheng, Wangxiangcheng, here quietly looks at the direction of his hometown, and disappears in this world with me? You know that I couldn't let you pass the test at the beginning." The old monk looked at "Yan Mo" with a smile, and his face gradually became ferocious: "Since the obsession is so deep, I have to go back to the Central Plains to take a trip. I was able to slaughter all your tribe members back then, and now I can kill you again! You shouldn't be so greedy!"
Chapter completed!