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"What's wrong with you?" Li Qingshan asked in surprise. He saved the life of a monk from the hands of the Flying Locust King. At that time, Yideng was so grateful to him, how could he become such a ghost now.
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" Monk Yideng firmly grasped Li Qingshan's wrist.
"What did I do wrong?" Li Qingshan was even more puzzled.
"Why, why do you want to save me!" The monk Yideng glared at Li Qingshan, as if he was looking at an inconsistent enemy, not a savior.
"Your brain is broken!" Li Qingshan threw away his hand and looked at the statue of the town demon.
"If you don't save me, the Flying Locust King won't be able to escape, and there won't be so many deaths..." Monk Yideng muttered to himself.
"Hey, don't shirk responsibility for me. You are confused by the Flying Locust King. You must go to the ninth floor!" Li Qingshan turned around and pointed to his nose.
The monk Yideng shook his whole body and hit the ground with his head, making a sound, "Yes, it's all my fault, I deserve to die!"
In a short while, blood was streaming down his face, mixed with tears, miserable and pitiful.
Since the outbreak of the locust plague, Monk Yideng has been under tremendous mental pressure, living in pain and regret every day. Although no one said that it was his responsibility, the escape of the Flying Locust King clearly has nothing to do with him.
At the beginning, he went everywhere to fight locust plagues, until a year ago...
Thousands of miles away from the Tianlong Temple, a squally wind roared into the earth city, with screams one after another, black and crushed insect clouds dancing in the air, a flame soared into the sky, burning all the locusts, and then converged and rolled back into an oil lamp.
The light showed an unusual brilliance, burning extremely restlessly, a monk frowned, his ugly face was full of fatigue, and his footsteps were extremely heavy. In order to extinguish the locust plague, he went to a state of endless sleep, relying entirely on the support of the pill and spirit stone, but because of this, he still couldn't stop the locust plague from spreading, and could only watch the cities swallowed by the locusts.
As the sun was scorching, he pursed his dry lips and shouted loudly, "King Flying Locust, get out of here, here is a lamp!"
"Master Yideng, meet again!" A man with withered yellow skin and a strong body turned out on the street corner. He exuded a strong demon spirit. He was a migratory locust demon commander with a warm smile on his face, as if he had seen him. An old friend, also handed over what was in his hand: "Do you want to eat?"
It was an arm with a string of rosary beads on his wrist. Monk Yideng recognized this string of rosary at a glance, and said, "Junior Brother Yide!"
"You recognize! This bald donkey doesn't know what's good or bad, so he dared to come to me and make a noise, thinking that he is a master of you."
"Satisfaction, Fo Guang Pudu!"
The monk Yideng was furious, his whole body burst into bright platinum light, half of the earth city was swallowed up by the light, and the sun was also dimmed.
The smoke and dust dissipated, and a black circle appeared on the ground. All the buildings in it were destroyed. The migratory locust demon commander stood on the edge of the circle: "Master Yi Lan, you are so fucking bright, I also have a very bright one. I gave it to you!"
Throwing a head and rolling it down at the feet of Monk Yideng, it was the head of the "Junior Brother Yide", his eyes widened stubbornly, his face was full of pain and fear.
"Big Bright Spear!" The monk Yideng furiously rushed towards the migratory locust demon commander, and beams of platinum light shot out.
The migratory locust demon commander flew back, calmly avoiding the rays of light, and let out a wild and happy laugh.
"Come on, come kill me! Don't you hate Tianlong Temple? I am a disciple of Tianlong Temple, let your deity come!" Monk Yideng roared hysterically.
"Kill you, why should I kill you? You are my great benefactor. I thank you for not having time! Thanks to you, I can eat so many delicious things." The monk lamp said behind him.
Yideng monk suddenly waved his arm backwards, the oil lamp shed a raging fire, and the migratory locust demon commander had flown to the sky.
"Come down and fight me to the death!" The monk Yideng roared into the sky.
"I know you want to die, so I will never kill you. I want to keep you as a testimony of how I eat hundreds of millions of humans and eat your brothers and sisters, hahahaha!"
In the burning city, a monk fell to his knees and cried bitterly while holding the head of "Junior Brother Yide".
Three days later, he returned to Tianlong Temple, invited himself into the Zhen Demon Temple and was punished until today.
Li Qingshan looked at such a big man holding a headache and crying, and he couldn't bear it, "As for this, you didn't mean it. Besides, I wasn't trying to save you at that time. I just couldn't bear it. If he didn't take the initiative to let go, You were pulled in half, and he didn't expect to be escaped by him. I didn't expect it."
Outside the Zhen Devil Temple, the fearless monk's face turned dark, and he was grateful to Li Qingshan for saving a lamp of the monk. He didn't expect that he didn't want to save people at all, but made up his mind to kill.
"How can you be so relaxed?!" Monk Yideng asked.
"What did I do wrong?" Li Qingshan shrugged.
"Do you know how many creatures in Qingzhou have lost their lives?" Monk Yideng said excitedly.
"Those people weren't killed by me. They say ten thousand things, even if it's my fault, what if it's wrong, it's wrong!" Li Qingshan said.
The monk Yideng was dumb for a while, "You are not a Buddhist disciple at all, you don't have any kind of compassion, and you don't understand anything!"
"Fart!" Li Qingshan suddenly became angry. What he hates most is that others pretend to say "You don't understand anything" to him. Even the Demon King who knows everything like the Big Banyan Tree King has never said this to him.
He grabbed a lamp of the monk's shirt and pulled him in front of him, a magic light looming in his eyes: "You really are a trash!"
Anger flashed in the monk Yideng's eyes. As the genius disciple who is most hopeful of going through the tribulation three times in Tianlong Temple, no one has ever put these two words on his head.
"You are indeed wrong! But do you know where you are wrong? You are too weak!"
"I'm too weak?" Monk Yideng was stunned. No one had ever said this to him.
"If you are not so weak, you won't be fooled by the Flying Locust King to the ninth floor, and you can find and kill the Flying Locust King!"
Li Qingshan is very good at finding simple answers to complex questions. Although this answer is not necessarily correct, it must be very practical.
The monk was stunned.
"Do you know why he, a demon man, can put the statue here?" Li Qingshan grabbed the head of a lamp and loved his face on the statue of the demon.
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!" The monk Yideng said almost instinctively. After a year of sitting, he also has an understanding of "Suppression of Demons".
"It's a big mistake, because he is strong enough! What's "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha", or you have to be strong enough, there is no butcher knife for the waste, don't hate the flying locust king, hate yourself for being too weak if you hate it. !"
Li Qingshan put aside a lamp monk, stared at the last statue of Demon Slayer, and began to comprehend the ninth chapter of "The Illustrated Record of Demon Slayer". RS
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