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Suddenly, there were countless cries in the city, and the undead of the children seemed to boil. Black shadows floated out from the small courtyards and gathered into a gentle face over the mountain city. That face reflected the sunlight, and cast his gaze to the mountain city for the last time, and then gradually faded away without a trace.
The enchantment outside the mountain city completely disintegrated.
"Ding~~" The crisp and melodious sound of hitting the bowl came, and a tall figure in a cassock came from the city gate.
The coming people strode meteors, their robes fluttered, and they came to the empty street to stand still.
It was only then that the two of them could see clearly that this monk was slender, with an old face like ravines, his eyes like deep pools, and his nose like a hook. In his big, well-jointed hand, he held a purple-gold bowl, and in the other hand, he held a string of Tridacula Buddha beads.
He stopped casually in the middle of the street, and he had the solemn feeling of Yuanzhi Yueting and Baoxiang.
The great monk glanced at the child spirits scurrying around in the street, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!" Then he flicked his fingers to the golden bowl.
"Dang~~" This sound is like the morning bell of a Zen temple. The monk had powerful mana between his fingers, and all the child spirits only felt that the bell was deafening, and even the spiritual body trembled.
"When~~" The second bell rang, and the children were all quiet.
"Dang~dang~dang~dang~dang~" After the seven sounds, the originally panicked Tongling gradually showed a peaceful face. Xiaojie took one last look at the two of them, bowed his head, and then turned into a white light and disappeared into the air.
The child spirits in the city turned into thousands of strips of light, and even the sunlight was stunned for a while.
The mountain city collapsed inch by inch. More than a dozen mountain demons crouched on the ground and shivered.
The monk glanced at them and said, "Amitabha, you should have been punished when you waited for help and abuse. You just obeyed orders and did not take the initiative to harm the world, so I will spare you today. It's not easy to cultivate, you should do it yourself."
When all the demons heard this, they all knelt down, kowtowed respectfully to the monk, and was about to leave when the monk said, "Wait, those innocent women brought from down the mountain have been washed away by me just now. Memories, take them down the mountain."
The demons nodded again and again and took their orders away.
The big monk put away the purple-gold bowl and looked straight at Gu Qingqiao with his sharp eyes. Those eyes were like sharp knives, as if to open his stomach to see what was inside.
Gu Qingqiao only felt a coercion coming towards his face, and his body could not move immediately. At that moment, the feeling of being a knife and me being a fish was very clear. As long as the monk moved slightly, he could kill him like pinching an ant to death.
Gu Qingqiao was terrified, knowing that he had seen through his identity as a demon, but he insisted that he did not do anything wrong and refused to bow his head.
Just a few breaths of time, in Gu Qingqiao's view, it seems that several hours have passed. Finally, the monk withdrew his gaze and said to Gu Qingqiao: "You know that one thought becomes a Buddha and another one becomes a devil, right and wrong, success or failure, is all between you."
Gu Qingqiao nodded, the clothes behind him were soaked in cold sweat.
The great monk said: "Things in the world are easier to know than to do. Remember, if you make the wrong choice, no matter where you are, I will personally end you."
After he finished speaking, he took a deep look at the two of them and turned to walk in the direction he came from.
He walked unhurriedly, but shrank to an inch, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Qingqiao! Xiyun!" The call came, and Su Yanjun and Qin Le rushed over.
"Are you all okay?" Qin Le was sweating and his face was pale.
When the four of them met, it was an indescribable joy.
Seeing that the two of them were covered in dust and tired, Su Yanjun said with concern, "Looking at how you look, it must have been a lot of hard work. Let's go back to the town first. Elder Huang is still waiting in the post house."
The four returned to the inn together, and after a short rest, everyone gathered in Su Yanjun's room.
Gu Qingqiao told them what happened to them.
"So that's what happened," Qin Le said, "that resentful spirit was transformed by countless sad mothers. It's really pitiful."
Su Yanjun said: "The masters mentioned by the resentful spirits act mysteriously, but they don't know what their purpose is."
Mu Xiyun had already thought about this matter many times in his heart, and he first told everyone the doubts of the two, and then said: "Keeping the mountain city but not actively promoting this matter, I always feel that his purpose is not pure. From the current situation It seems that he doesn't care about Wen Niang's fate, even if he intends to protect Wen Niang, everything he does is to maintain the existence of Shancheng."
"This mountain city exists in the world, will it bring any benefits to people?" Qin Le asked.
After pondering for a while, Gu Qingqiao said hesitantly: "I can't think of the advantages for the time being, but there is one disadvantage."
Several people looked up at him.
Gu Qingqiao thought about his words and said: "The so-called expert once said that after the reconstruction of the mountain city, there are still a steady stream of children's spirits fleeing to the city. He said that because children are still being killed, the mountain city must be preserved , to leave evidence to the world."
Mu Xiyuan nodded and said, "But in fact, the child spirits in the city are enough to become evidence, we just need to find someone to witness."
"Yes," Gu Qingqiao said: "Then let's think in a different direction, what if it's not to preserve evidence, but the other way around?"
"The other way around?" Qin Le murmured, "Keeping the evidence in reverse is... destroying the evidence!"
Su Yanjun also reacted, "So, that person intends to let the mountain city continue to absorb the child spirits who died of abuse, and then use the formation to hide the mountain city, so that the probability of being discovered will be much smaller. Then, this person must be It has a lot to do with people who kidnap and sell children and take blood for alchemy."
"Yes," Qin Le said immediately, "that city was originally used for alchemy. It is so hidden in the mountains, where would ordinary people find it? He knew this city from the beginning, and he went to investigate after the city was destroyed. He found out that it was the grievances of the mothers. Then he used Wen Niang's simplicity and love to fabricate lies, and asked Wen Niang to help him collect the dead souls. Pity the peasant girl, thinking that he has been doing good deeds."
The four of them kept discussing, but Huang Zelin remained silent, rubbing his long snow-white eyebrows with his right hand, wondering what he was thinking.
"Elder Huang," Gu Qingqiao called him softly, "Elder Huang?"