Dressed as the last nine-tailed fox

Faced with Yi Changle's questioning, the monk remained calm and insisted on what he said at the beginning, "Benefactor, I am really just an ordinary mortal." The monk paused and admitted: "As for what the benefactor just said Yes, yes, Mieshi has indeed never eliminated the resentment in me."

The monk sighed, "The reason why the benefactor can't see the resentment in me is because I have never had resentment."

"Never had any resentment?" Yi Changle said incredulously, "Being used by the Azure Dragon Clan to practice the secret method to death for no reason, and unable to reincarnate for many years after death, you have never had any resentment?"

"Benefactor, I am a monk. Besides, if I am not used to practice secret arts, other creatures in the Three Realms must be used to practice secret arts. I should be happy that I can suffer this for other creatures. How can there be resentment?" The monk's tone made people feel that what he said was just a trivial matter.

The monk's explanation made Yi Changle feel a little respect from the bottom of his heart, and when facing the monk, his tone became more respectful, "Since you don't want to reveal your identity, then I won't force you, but you clearly If there is no resentment, why do you deliberately embarrass the world?"

"The benefactor thinks I'm deliberately embarrassing the world?" The monk asked Yi Changle back.

Yi Changle didn't answer, but he already gave the answer with a troubled expression.

The monk smiled, "It is said that the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is the smartest in the Three Realms, but I think the benefactor, as the king of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, is not as smart as the legend says."

"You know my identity?" Yi Changle asked in surprise.

"The appearance of the benefactor is unparalleled in the world, and he can make the ancient water beasts bow their heads and come from Qingqiu. How can I be a mortal with some knowledge?" The monk explained humorously.

"You are right, I was the one who made a fuss." Yi Changle paused, and begged the monk: "As for the destruction of the world, please clarify."

"The benefactor really wants to know?" The monk's tone was a little more serious.

"I think, I snatched Mieshi from the Qinglong Clan back then, otherwise Mieshi might still be helping the Qinglong Clan king to practice the secret technique." Yi Changle said sincerely, "During the time I spent with Mieshi Among them, I know that his nature is not bad, but he has been deceived. He is no longer a magic weapon in my heart, but a friend. I will not do anything harmful to him, and I do not want others to hurt him. So I beg you to tell me the truth."

After listening to Yi Changle's words, the monk nodded clearly, "Benefactor, I can tell you why I let Mieshi stay in the Demon Race, but you have to promise me everything."

"what's up?"

"After everything is over, don't tell Mie Shi the truth."

"it is good."

"The benefactor, let me tell you a story first." The monk was silent for a while, and recalled: "The first creature whose throat was cut by Mieshi and died with despair was me."

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It turned out that there were monks among the first batch of beings who were captured by the Azure Dragon Clan and used to practice secret techniques. At that time, the business of destroying the world was not so proficient. Can be cut one by one.

He was caught in the secret room of the Qinglong Clan for no reason, and all the creatures were terrified. Looking at the trembling creatures, the ancestors of the Qinglong Clan's royal veins suddenly had a bad taste, and wanted to see these creatures fighting among themselves, so they promised that if they got out of it Choose one creature to die, and let the others go.

Before the creatures could make a decision, the monk took the initiative to stand up and be the one to die.

The monk stood up very quickly. The ancestors of the Qinglong clan were very disappointed to see the infighting they had expected. They directly ordered Mieshi to kill the monk. After the monk's throat was cut, even if he saw his blood flow continuously Flowing out, but with a smile on his face all the time, he thought that his sacrifice could change the life of the remaining creatures in the secret room.

Seeing the monk's throat being cut, the rest of the creatures huddled together and looked expectantly at the ancestors of the Qinglong clan, hoping that he would let them go as promised.

"Don't worry, I'll let you go right away." The ancestor of the Qinglong clan promised, but in the next moment he ordered Mieshi to cut the throats of other creatures one by one.

The monk looked at the fallen creatures, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly. His own sacrifice did not bring other creatures a way of life, and the monk finally died in despair.

Yi Changle heard this, patted the wooden table in the room vigorously, and said angrily: "This Qinglong clan is really not a thing!"

"Don't be angry, the benefactor, everything has a cause and an effect, the Qinglong tribe has done so many bad things, they will naturally have retribution in the future." The monk comforted.

The monk's consolation seemed to have magic power. Yi Changle calmed down when he heard the monk's words, and agreed: "You are right, what happened after that?"

"Later, even though I died, I didn't enter reincarnation, and my soul entered the Fan of Destruction." The monk twirled the Buddhist beads wrapped in his hand while talking.

It turns out that after the death of the souls whose throats were cut by Mieshi, their souls will be trapped in the Mieshi fan, and their memories will always be frozen on the day when they died, painful and desperate, so those trapped in the fan The longer the time, the greater the resentment of these souls.

"Then why don't you have any grievances?" Yi Changle wondered: "You were the first to die under the Fan of Mieshi, and you were trapped in the fan for the longest time, so it stands to reason that your grievances should be the deepest. "

"The monks are compassionate, so even though I am desperate when I die, I will not breed resentment." The monk smiled with compassion, "Donor, I have no resentment."

"Even the ancestors of the Qinglong clan who used your despair to practice the secret method and killed the remaining creatures despite clearly agreeing to you, haven't you ever resented them?" Yi Changle tentatively asked.

The monk shook his head, "No, benefactor, I have never resented anyone, including the ancestors of the Qinglong clan."

After receiving the monk's clear answer, Yi Changle was puzzled. She didn't understand how the monk died so badly, was trapped in the fan for so long, and was tortured every day.

The monk saw Yi Changle's doubts, but he didn't point out that these things need to be understood by himself, so he continued: "Are the benefactors ready? Next, it's time to destroy the world."

Yi Changle retracted his thoughts when he heard the words, and focused on what the monk said next.

"Does the benefactor know that when Mie Shi helped eliminate the grievances of the creature in the bottle, he didn't reveal his true identity?" The monk asked Yi Changle.

"I know." Yi Changle frowned, "Although I don't agree with his approach, I can understand that if he confesses his true identity to the creatures in the bottle, they will inevitably have a grudge against Mieshi, and they will eliminate their grievances later. Come, it will inevitably be more difficult."

"But has the donor ever thought about it, he feels guilty for the creature in the bottle, but conceals his identity, and will breed demons in the future?" The monk stopped turning the beads.