When the flower buds were picked, the old monkey god's body quickly rotted and has now turned into a ball of rotten mud.
Su Qingyu asked with concern: "Yingluo, how is your stomach?"
Yingluo's stomach has healed.
There was a strange baby hidden in her belly, and that baby helped Yingluo block the fatal attack from the black-haired monkey.
"Master, don't worry about me. It's just that two vines were torn off. It's not a big deal." Yingluo leaned close to Su Qingyu, her voice as gentle as the sound of water, warm and touching. "It's just that I was unable to help you solve your problems, and I made you worry about me. I blame myself."
"How can you be blamed for this? No one could have predicted that the black-haired monkey would change the direction of its attack." Su Qingyu held the flower bud in front of Yingluo, "Let's not talk about this for now. Help me take a look. Is there any way to fix this thing?"
The garland of pearls grows thin branches that gently touch the flower buds.
She shook her head with some regret: "There is no way to continue growing."
After hearing this answer, Su Qingyu wanted to drag out the black-haired monkey and whip its corpse.
Bai Huo pushed the door open holding the mutilated body.
Su Qingyu just glanced at the corpse and then looked away.
A dried, lifeless corpse.
Too many lives have been lost due to duplication and pollution.
Bai Huo stood alone in the darkness, his short silver hair gently hanging down to hide his expression. He seemed a little silent, and his figure was pale, as if he was a poem abandoned by time.
"I want to bury my master."
"Well, go ahead." Su Qingyu originally needed to discuss the rules of passing the level with Bai Huo, but it was obvious that now was not the time.
"I will handle these matters quickly." Bai Huo raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. The fleeting smile was like snowflakes falling on his palm and melting away in an instant. "Miss Su, don't worry. I won't let my personal emotions affect our cooperation."
"Don't be like this. It hurts me to watch. Humans are not plants or trees. How can we be absolutely rational and ruthless?" Su Qingyu patted his shoulder. "You can be sad for a while longer."
"Miss Su..."
"Um?"
"Thank you." Bai Huo's voice was so soft, as if a gust of wind could take him away.
He left carrying the body.
Bai Huo actually wanted to bury Zhixu Sanren in the courtyard of the Taoist temple.
It is said that fallen leaves return to their roots.
Back then, he and his master lived in that Taoist temple for more than ten years. If his master wanted to choose a place to rest in peace, the courtyard would be the most suitable place.
But the Taoist temple was in the sick village, and he had to go through a village before he could go back.
You may encounter dangers and accidents along the way.
He can't do that.
So Bai Huo returned along the same route and crawled out of the hole in the statue.
"Master, please forgive me for not taking this risk."
The tree in the center of the village was lush and leafy. Bai Huo thought of the story of the old monkey god and was worried that the resentment after death would grow with the branches. So he went to the overgrown area near the mountain village, dug a pit, and buried Zhixu Sanren in it.
He erected a stone tablet.
There is no writing on the stone tablet.
Bai Huo knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times.