Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

I also don't know if Yu Bodhi can hear it. Thinking about it, it should be able to, and Lin Chongyang can't be sure.

In the hometown of Tianfo, there is no Jade Bodhi to suppress it. When the demon Buddha Bo Xun comes to the world next time, even if his strength has been weakened layer by layer, it will be a matter of time before he can be controlled.

After all, in a sense, the hometown of Heavenly Buddha and the Realm of Desire can be regarded as two sides of the same body. Lin Chongyang did not have even the slightest confidence in Yu Bodhi's disciples and grandchildren.

Instead of counting on them, it is better to count on the Buddhist masters recruited by them from outside, at least they will not suffer from a sudden mental illness like them.

Before his ascension in the past, if his friend had personally cut off the inheritance of the unclean Buddha to cleanse the world of sins, he would not need to be troubled today.

It's a pity that the duty and destiny of a friend is to preach, so naturally he can't cut off his own inheritance, but with his dark heart, he might not be able to use his own orthodoxy to make calculations.

Under the premise of knowing that it will go bad, and knowingly committing the crime, it is difficult to think about it other than fishing. After all, Yu Laotu is not a good friend Linmu.

"Trouble, whoever made the misery at least [-]% of them have something to do with Buddhism.

Troubled times, after all, are not the soil where Confucianism can thrive; prosperous times..."

In essence, Lin Chongyang's extremes and paranoia far surpassed that of Xia Kanxuan in the past. Even if his goals were very clear, his plans could be regarded as orderly; even if he saw part of the future and read part of ancient history from the future.

However, his heart is too big, he can't turn a blind eye to everything he knows, he can make decisions, he can make choices, but he wants to be comprehensive and unwavering, but at the same time complicated and contradictory.

The prosperous age he wants to pursue can almost be called absurd under such a big environment, especially after he realizes his true heart and the humanity in his body overwhelms the divinity, the aura he exudes has an extremely strong influence on certain existences. fatal attraction.

The most important thing is that he has not recovered his skills now, and his cultivation is not as good as before.

Under the multiple conditions, the dark hand that was hidden under the table in the past finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Are you sure you want to act now?"

The sudden words made the writing brush in Lin Chongyang's hand, which exuded a strange aura, tremble slightly.

All of a sudden, I saw the color of ink sweeping out, and the surrounding space seemed to have a strange illusion, and the scene changed suddenly.

The sky is dark, the sky is vast, and in the dead world, a young and immature voice resounds:
"My pen writes the regrets of the past and the present; my ink flows mountains and rivers and sorrows; my brain hides the weirdness of the universe; my heart destroys the perfection of the world."

A young man walked out from the black shadow, looking at the same figure before him, his voice was even a little trembling: "When... did you find out?"

"Whoever has used a pen for nearly 2000 years, but the pen hasn't changed at all, it's normal to be on guard."

Lin Chongyang's tone was as flat as ever, and his cold voice showed no sadness or joy, nor doubts, nor did he show the slightest intention to do something, as if he didn't care about the matter in front of him, nor was he surprised:
"How do you call it? Is it the ghost pen, the ink that kills the world, the ghost fox, the son of the madman, or the po'er?"

"You know all about it? How is it possible?!" The young man, let's call him Zhushizhimo, Zhushizhimo couldn't believe it.

This is simply unimaginable, difficult to understand, difficult to explain, and difficult to accept.

"From a long time ago, I began to consciously record and organize everything I experienced, and I was also used to inferring it in writing.

For example, the Yin Bird Hell Bird, the Heavenly Python Ancestor Denglong, the Demon Sword, and the Six Soul Refining Techniques practiced by the Empress of Yan Luo Ghost Prison.

I know most of the things in this world, and even the hell bird has become a part of me, so why do you think I don't know the realm?Don't know Ghost Khan, don't know Zhushi Mo?

Even if I really don't know, with what I can do, can't I still not sense my own power? "

For more than two thousand years, even secrets such as the evil kings of the heavens and the three hearts of the God of Light have been written by him.

He had communicated with the Immortal Sword Banished even about the Yin Qin Hell Bird, but he never mentioned the destroyed Yuyu, nor did he mention the world-killing ink.

Did he forget?With Lin Chongyang's temperament, it is basically impossible for such mistakes to occur.

As for not being able to sense it, that's even more ridiculous. Even if he was so brightly beside him, even if he couldn't sense it before, he should be able to sense it after refining the hell bird.

Under such a premise, he still acted as if nothing happened, simply because he didn't care.

The existence of Zhu Shizhi Mo not only can't pose the slightest threat to him, but staying by his side can help others harm others in the past.

"Yeah, how could I not know, how could..."

Zhu Shizhimo wasn't angry, he wasn't out of temper, he just lost his mind.

Lin Chongyang didn't care about his performance, and then continued to say: "Your mother was captured by Ghost Khan, and your father used your blood to grind ink to write all kinds of satirical scripts to please Ghost Khan. Ask for your mother back.

As a result, your father died without sleep and food, and your mother committed suicide before you in order not to let herself be used as a bargaining chip to threaten your father and son.

When you were a child, you didn't get the love your parents deserved, and you were ruthlessly abandoned by your father. Before you died, with great hatred, you merged with the pen in your father's dead hand, and you have been born ever since. Christmas ghost pen.

From an innocent child to a victim, and then to psychological distortion, it is sad and deplorable, the ghost pen is your body, and it is also a tool for killing people. "

The reason why the world-killing ink of the later generations is so powerful, and even able to create something like Mo Shang, is because of the accumulation of countless years.

However, Zhushizhimo itself is just a writing brush made from a bit of scraps spilled after the death of the Hellbird in the past, and a baby full of hatred.

With such a configuration, to be honest, as an opponent, it would be very difficult to get into Lin Chongyang's eyes.

This item was passed through the Three Religions, and it fell into his hands by chance, and it has been ignored by him for a long time, just because he didn't care.

"Even you think so?"

As Lin Chongyang said, as part of the Hellbird's overflowing power, neither the ghostly writing nor the world-killing ink can pose even the slightest threat to him.

This is a normal phenomenon, the overflowing power cannot pose a threat to the source of power, just like a person who practices other people's martial arts, it is difficult to pose too much threat to the creator of martial arts.

Because of this, for a long time, Zhu Shizhimo began to yearn for the warmth of Lin Chongyang. Deep down in his heart, he was extremely unwilling to experience what he had experienced as a child, but he also longed for the love from his parents.

Even in the history of his existence, all the dramas arranged were revenge, but he also hoped, or expected, that the person involved would make a different choice.

"I'm just stating what I know."