Chapter 178 The stage is poor, don't look down on the poor young man

Chapter 178 The stage is poor, don't look down on the poor young man

"As the leader of Tianli Sect, I will show you how to make him believe." Bai Mo looked at Ye Fan calmly.

Yan Ruyu, who was beside him, understood what he said.

It cannot be said that he heard and then understood that the bubble-like frame above the head of the Chaos Lord had a series of messy words written on it.

Just like a child's graffiti, you can understand the "meaning" contained in it just by "seeing" it.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Ruyu pinched her fingers.

Ye Fan's current actual combat effectiveness is completely immeasurable. Once his flaws are exposed, he will die.

"You do not understand."

Bai Mo said calmly.

"How many loopholes and errors do you think there are in Beidou's practice?"

"What?"

"Just looking at the good and evil aspects of human nature, I can point out hundreds of mistakes. If I continue to think about it, this world will be an immersive game full of loopholes."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Yan Ruyu was very puzzled.

"Next, watch me operate."

After Bai Mo finished speaking, he pinched the magic weapon with his fingers.

The next moment, a simple Taoist temple rose here.

In the main hall of the Taoist temple, there is a clay sculpture Taoist priest sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hall.

The clay Taoist priest had an ordinary appearance, with a smile on his lips, and he seemed to be a true cultivator.

"Okay, Ye Fan is here." Bai Mo waved his sleeves and in an instant, he fell into the body of the clay Taoist priest. In addition, other characters also appeared in this Taoist temple.

Yan Ruyu glanced at Ye Fan who discovered this place, shook his head, and turned to leave.

"What's here?" Ye Fan stood in front of the ancient Taoist temple. His eyes were like fire, and there was no formation defense inside this place.

After a few cursory glances, Ye Fan stepped into the Taoist temple.

"Little layman, are you here to ask?" In the Taoist temple, an old Taoist sweeping the floor was talking nonchalantly.

Ye Fan shook his head and asked, "Where is this?"

"I don't know either." The old Taoist priest shook his head.

As he spoke, he reached out and knocked on his forehead.

"Where, I almost forgot."

"By the way, layman, go into the main hall and offer incense to the gods."

"What if I don't go in?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.

The old Taoist priest didn't say anything. He continued to sweep the floor with the broom.

Ye Fan blinked slightly. He couldn't help but be curious and stepped into the hall in a few steps.

Stepping in, the world in front of Ye Fan was spinning.

After he stood firm, he found that there was nothing here.

Yes, it is extremely empty and clean, except for a clay Taoist priest enshrined in the hall, there is nothing else.

Walking forward slowly, Ye Fan saw the face of the clay Taoist priest gradually changing into his own.

"What kind of evildoer is causing trouble here!"

"I am you, how can I be a monster?" The clay Taoist priest sitting on the stage said this in a calm tone with exactly the same accent.

There was no unnecessary nonsense, the thoughts in his mind appeared, Ye Fan clenched his fist and hit the clay Taoist priest.

Punching the clay Taoist priest with a punch, Ye Fan only felt that something was wrong with his hand.

Just like smashing a piece of porcelain, after a click, the clay Taoist priest was shattered.

Fortunately, Ye Fan restrained his strength, otherwise the entire Taoist temple would not have been destroyed by this blow.

"What are you doing!" After Ye Fan was still thinking about what was going on, the old Taoist standing outside the door saw Ye Fan smashing the clay Taoist priest.

Ye Fan waved his sleeves and knocked away the old man who rushed forward.

With a bang, the old man on the loading wall turned into a puddle of meat paste.

"Ah! Master!" Ye Fan glanced over and found a young man running out from under the clay Taoist priest's seat.

The young man is mediocre in appearance and has almost no cultivation.

But this is not the point. The point is that Ye Fan understands the core of this clay Taoist priest.

A special material that isolates the monk's spiritual consciousness, plus an herb that blurs the monk's spiritual sense, are mixed with the other medicinal materials here, thus making the monk "see wrongly".

As for the sound, this young man knows the art of false sound.

"So, all this is just for fun." Ye Fan understood the management of this Taoist temple.

Then he glanced at the old man who was killed by his mistake.

The bitter sea monk, and also an ordinary monk who cannot break through.

"..." Ye Fan was silent.

The liar just wanted some incense money, but he beat him to death with his backhand.

"Master, I will definitely avenge you!"

The young man climbed up from his master's body. He looked directly at Ye Fan, his eyes fierce and childish.

"Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty!"

Ye Fan raised his fist and said, "Do you know I can kill you with one punch?"

"So what! The revenge of the master can be repaid with death!"

"Sorry." Ye Fan turned and left.

He didn't have the idea of ​​eradicating the roots, and Ye Fan didn't think this ordinary young man could do it.

There was no way he could catch up with him.

"Master, I will definitely avenge you!"

After the young man finished speaking, he carried the master step by step out of the hall and came to the backyard. He dug a pit, buried the master, and erected a grave.

Next, he turned around and walked towards the Sutra Collection Pavilion in the Taoist Temple, picked up a incomplete Taoist Sutra, and started practicing.

Ye Fan watched the young man's every move through the wall, and his future life had already appeared in his mind.

For the sake of spiritual practice and revenge.

Young people will step by step follow countless comrades as steps to grow into great monks.

If the young man did not die fighting for the opportunity, then when he was strong enough, he would come to Ye Fan himself again and fight with him.

Of course, this probability is infinitesimally small.

"Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty."

Shaking his head, Ye Fan landed slowly. He found a step to sit on, and then narrowed his eyes slightly.

The best way is to go back and eliminate the roots, and kill the young man with one blow.

But...Ye Fan didn't know why, he felt this was wrong.

Unable to figure it out, Ye Fan directly drove the Shenhong and flew to the nearest small town.

"Do you understand? He is starting to waver." Bai Mo said calmly.

Yan Ruyu, who was standing next to him, narrowed her eyes slightly and asked in confusion: "Why?"

Beidou monk killed ordinary people by mistake, or is there anything wrong with ordinary casual cultivators?

Not to mention it was an accident, even if it was an active massacre, there would be no problem!

This world is a world where the strong decides everything.

"What he inherited was Gandalf's cry of sentient beings, the mortal world of humanity, and the fighting spirit of those ants shaking their fists at the subspace. Therefore, for ordinary people, Ye Fan didn't just see casual cultivators who had no power to fight back. He saw To the great singing of all sentient beings in this world.”

"All living beings..." Yan Ruyu pinched the back of her hand with her fingers.

She doesn't think sentient beings need attention.

In other words, in the entire Eastern Wasteland, who among the powerful and talented people cares about the insignificant sentient beings.

No one cares. In this world where a single powerful blow can destroy a large city and crush tens of millions of ants. In this world where monks decide everything based on their cultivation, no one cares.

"All living beings are insignificant, but they are indispensable to the universe." Bai Mo sighed.

"You think they are not important because you always think monks are superior."