Shen Luo's consciousness became more and more confused, and his eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of blood-red shadow. In a trance, he seemed to see a thin little girl with dry yellow hair staggering towards a middle-aged man with a wooden expression and a withered figure.
The little girl's cracked lips opened and closed, as if she was calling "Daddy". The middle-aged man remained expressionless as he slowly pulled out a sharp knife stained with black blood from behind. There was a faint cold light on the tip of the knife.
Next to him, in a black iron pot, yellow soup was bubbling.
"No, you can't..."
Shen Luo watched the man's Adam's apple roll, and he pushed the sharp knife in his hand towards the little girl's shriveled chest little by little. His remaining sanity finally got out of control.
The next moment, the blood-colored waves surging from all directions suddenly doubled in size, and the golden light that had been able to compete with it suddenly collapsed. Shen Luo's spiritual power was instantly defeated.
His sea of consciousness was stained with blood, his spirit figure was frozen in place, unable to move, half of his body had turned bloody, and a large amount of blood energy continued to surge up, infecting his head.
But his body still maintained the posture of one arm stretched out, trying to block it.
“Thinking of this, if one still has some kindness, it is a great virtue.” At this time, a sigh was heard faintly.
When Shen Luo's consciousness was about to fall, he suddenly saw a dim light in front of him, floating towards him slowly.
The light was as small as a bean, but it was bright and unextinguished in the sky full of blood and energy. Not only was it not eroded, but it had the power to repel the blood and energy in a small space, blocking the surrounding blood and energy.
As the light got closer, the blood energy around it dissipated a little, and the blood color on Shen Luo's body also faded to his waist.
His consciousness regained a little clarity, and he could see clearly that what was approaching him was not a lamp, but a human figure emitting white light all over the body.
The man looked like he was in his octogenarian. He was not tall, with thin cheeks, a pair of white eyebrows with bags under his eyes, a pair of clear eyes below, a medium nose bridge, thin lips, and a kind face.
He was wearing a red robe and a Vairocana crown, looking like a monk.
"Who are you, donor? Why did you fall into this hellish maze?" The old monk stopped in front of him and asked.
Shen Luo frowned and did not answer.
It was very strange that this old monk appeared out of nowhere in his sea of consciousness. Shen Luo was even a little worried that he was the incarnation of Xu Kun's soul and came here deliberately to harm him.
"You are quite cautious. Judging from your spirit and aura, you seem to have a foundation in the Huangting Sutra. Are you from Fangcun Mountain?" The old monk didn't mind and continued to ask.
Upon hearing this, Shen Luo did not dare to use his spiritual sense to investigate at first, but now he decided to just go for it and investigate the old monk as well.
But the moment his divine sense fell on the old monk, a profound Sanskrit sound rang out in his sea of consciousness, waves of Buddhist chanting echoed around him, and a gentle force immediately enveloped his soul, causing all the blood on his body to dissipate.
"I didn't expect that the donor is a man of wisdom and has a connection with our Buddhist sect." The old monk seemed a little surprised and said.
"May I ask the monk's name?" Shen Luo did not dare to be negligent at this time and asked hurriedly.