The monk was still chanting the scriptures, his face remained unchanged, as if he had become transcended from the object and had not noticed anything, or his spirit had entered another place,

for example,

In this painting.

Su Bai smiled. It was a bit heartless when he smiled at this time, but he knew that the monk would not care. He had walked along the way before, Gyatso and the fat man didn't look at him because they wouldn't mind such things;

On the one hand, this is the customary rule that everyone agrees. The Eight Immortals show their magical powers through the sea. With their own abilities, they can eat as much as they can. As for what they do afterwards, they are too lazy to waste their efforts to get angry with you and do superficial skills;

On the other hand, the main mission 2 is so difficult now. There is not much more Su Bai, and there is not much less Su Bai, so I can see it.

Yes, they have already seen it out, because the more they go in, the more they feel a sense of powerlessness and despair.

In the hall, Gyatso fought against a golden armored hero alone and shot him to death, but he could not continue;

In the front yard of the thatched hut, the fat man seemed to have triggered the thunder again and killed the zombies blocking the road, but the power of the backlash this time was even more terrifying, and he himself was nailed to the rock wall.

This is actually a kind of way to do our best and leave our will.

Gyatso's legs were pierced by a spear, and his one arm was also destroyed. He was already dying. The fat man had to rely on the turtle breathing skills to survive. The monk's current situation,

It is indeed not far from the group to destroy;

With Su Bai's ability alone, if he is fighting an enemy, there may be a chance and a chance, but this time he faces a situation that makes people feel powerless and desperate. Even now, even who is the real enemy he is facing, what is the meaning of everything he has done before?

Since going up the mountain, Su Bai felt very depressed in his heart. This was a feeling that was difficult to describe in words, as if he was taking the initiative to enter the tiger's mouth.

The old man in the painting has seen himself, and the boy under the old man's feet is that little guy. Su Bai can confirm this.

However, in their painting, Su Bai could not carry a painting and send it to the demon cave. Things would not be that simple, otherwise the monk would not have to "cut the flesh and feed the eagle" here.

The monk was still working hard, Su Bai could see;

He squatted down by the door, looked left and right, and at the end, his eyes still fell on the monk's back.

Those eagles obviously began to eat slower and slower, and even felt a little shaky.

Cutting flesh and feeding eagles is an allusion of Buddhism, reflecting a kind of great compassion, but there are also great dangers in great compassion. Feeding eagles with meat, the Buddha abandoned meat and brought with him together, and there is also cause and effect.

What the eagle eats is meat, and what the eagle swallows is cause and effect.

Su Bai didn't understand the principles of Buddhism very well, but he knew one thing. With the way of dealing with things, he would never do such a purely cutting flesh and feeding eagles to achieve fame. Here he was the only audience. Who did he do it for?

As expected, the portrait began to tremble after a while, and the characters in the picture began to become more vivid;

After a while, the old man stretched out his hand from it and sent it to the monk, turning his palms and back towards the monk;

The monk looked at it, closed his eyes again, and shook his head;

Then, his palm retracted into the portrait. The old man in the portrait held the baby with one hand and leaned on a crutch with the other hand, walking among the mountains and rivers, enjoying himself;

If it were before, Su Bai really thought that this old man was a Taoist real person, but what he saw along the way was definitely not as simple as he originally thought.

The monk sighed, his body shook and fell to the ground.

Su Bai coughed, reached out and patted the monk's face.

"Monk, monk?"

The monk opened his eyes slightly, "It's over, it's all over."

"Don't be so pessimistic, everything is easy to discuss."

The monk shook his head, and blood began to overflow from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and it was golden blood, which was the monk's natal blood.

"What should I do next?" Su Bai asked.

"Nothing can be done. He is not a Taoist or a Buddhist. He is a demon who occupies a magpie's nest." The monk said slowly, "A demon who occupies a magpie's nest, but he wants to steal the right result."

magic?

The demon that takes over the magpie's nest?

That demon gave himself a scattering pill?

The monk still breathes, but he exhales more than intakes, and he is obviously in a state of overdrawing his life.

Su Bai stood up and walked to the portrait.

I and the three fat men before were just this painting.

Now that I saw the drawing, I didn’t know how to get the child who asked for the task. It was really just a layer of paper left before success, but this layer of paper seemed to be separated from the end of the world.

The picture trembled, and a ripple appeared. An old but fair hand stretched out and placed it in front of Su Bai:

"Do you, choose, come into the painting with me?

In the painting, you will get eternal life.”

The sound was very old, but Su Bai was sure that it was the old man's voice. However, the old man's voice seemed much lower than when he first met in a fishing boat on the river, and it did not have that kind of warm and peacefulness. Some had a cold texture.

"Don't think about it."

This is the answer given by Su Bai, and the picture gradually returned to normal;

Su Bai really had to refuse because he didn't believe that the existence in the painting could really be greater than the horror radio. He could not get any immortality in it. Once the 30-day mission period was passed, he would be wiped out. Can the person in the portrait stop him?

Just when Su Bai felt that nothing had happened, he suddenly felt a severe pain coming from his chest, as if his heart was about to leave his body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Su Bai knelt on the ground, his face full of pain, and his cold sweat was flowing!

The monk looked around, just like Su Bai had seen the monk cut his flesh and feed the eagle before.

At the same time, the monk's eyes showed a look of pity. At least he knew how to use Buddhist principles to try to open and control the painting. Although he failed, this was actually the right way. And Su Bai, who directly refused, was not a surprise, would have endured the pain now.

Su Bai's breathing began to become very rapid, his hands pressing against his chest, and his heart really seemed to be about to drill out. This feeling was extremely involved and the pain was also extremely great.

After the fat man woke up by Su Bai's disturbance, he was too lazy to continue to breathe. He could sense the situation in the thatched hut. His lips suddenly stammered:

"No, a completely unsolvable main mission 2. Is Horror Radio intentionally killing us?"

Gyatso leaned against the wall, his lips turned white and his breathing was weak, but his brows were still frowning because he couldn't figure it out. This time, he really didn't have any effort to destroy the group. In the end, after going through a lot of hardships, he encountered an unsolvable situation. Did Horror Radio deliberately want all the listeners in this story to destroy them here?

This... is not in line with the habit of horror broadcasting. At least, he will let one or two people survive. At least, he will give him a chance to survive and a breakthrough.

The monk lying on the ground silently chanted Amitabha in his heart. Seeing Su Bai kneeling on the ground with a painful look on his face, he also had doubts in his heart, and he would not give him a chance to destroy the team mission at all?

It's impossible.

Su Bai gritted his teeth and resisted this pain. Now, he suddenly felt that it seemed no difference between him coming sooner or later. It was no difference between Fatty and the others in front of him, because in the end, when he encountered this painting, a painting with obvious strength and realm that exceeded his and others, made all this meaningless.

However, at this moment, a loud shout came from outside!

…………

Gyatso was a little surprised when a man in a Taoist robe walked by himself, and there were also listeners?

But then, he saw Lin Zhenying.

Is it him?

What did he do?

Lin Zhenying did not look at Gyatso, but continued to walk in.

The fat man looked at Lin Zhenying who was walking step by step and grinned. Damn, I said it was impossible that it was a dead end, and he was there.

Lin Zhenying pushed open the thatched hut and walked in. The monk's breathing suddenly became more rapid.

And him?

Su Bai was a little surprised and looked at Lin Zhenying standing in front of him.

In Lin Zhenying's eyes, there was only this painting.

"You occupied my mountain gate, destroyed my brothers, and killed my master. Now, I am here to collect debts!

A few days ago, in the zombie cave, I had poisonous gas and my cultivation was about to disintegrate, which forced me to make up my mind that I could no longer continue to be cowardly and continue to be born in vain.

I must avenge my master’s revenge!

Using myself as the medium, we will inspire the righteousness of those who have practiced Taoism for thousands of years in Fulongshan, and die together with you, the demon!"

Su Bai suddenly thought of the memory of the zombie king I saw when facing the zombie king. In my memory, Lin Zhenying was so heroic that he beat him in a panic that he ran away in a panic. This was very different from what he felt about Lin Zhenying. Now it seems that, Lin Zhenying has always had a backup plan, not as simple as it seems.

Is it him the key to breaking this game?

Gyatso's eyes were opened hard, and the fat man clenched his fists slightly. The monk chanted "Amitabha" with his last strength. Su Bai pressed his heart and looked at Lin Zhenying.

Lin Zhenying raised the peach wood sword in his hand, and for a moment, the righteous spirit was thunderous!

At this moment, in the portrait, the old man stretched out a hand and pointed here.

Lin Zhenying's body trembled, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then fell to the ground, silent;

Gyatso suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The fat man's mouth was open and he didn't know how to close it.

The monk's second prayer of Amitabha was stuck in his throat and didn't know how to spit it out.

Su Bai's body kneeling on the ground staggered,

Appearing at such a critical moment,

Such a stylish appearance,

Now,

So,
Chapter completed!