After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Even if there is any more sorrow, resentment and anger, under Ji Wuming's interruption, it can only disappear.

All kinds of emptiness written by Yun Haisheng are all due to its natural habit of hiding in dense forests as a Gu thing thousands of years ago, while Jiang Yingxue is resentful because she was betrayed by her lover, and she returns to the world to take revenge on the world.

(I am not a Gu worm born in that day, and the person I love in this life has long since passed away, and it is impossible to betray me. What are these so-called empty habits? Isn’t it also a flesh pupa, not a human being?)

Lin Mao whispered to himself in his heart, and immediately felt relieved, and slowly regained some strength.

He had already been shocked when he was fighting Elder Zhixiang, and he had gradually figured it out along the way.In addition, he never felt that he was that Lin Sheng or that Jiang Yingxue from the beginning to the end, so after clarifying his ideals, he quickly returned to normal.

At this moment, Lin Mao noticed that somewhere in the corner, Nagaruo was staring at him intently.

Lin Mao was stabbed by that gaze, and suddenly realized that he was still snuggling in Chang Xiaoqing's arms at this moment, just like a "little bird clinging to a person", his cheeks suddenly became hot, and he quickly stood up from Chang Xiaoqing's arms stand up.

Aware of Lin Mao's actions, Chang Xiaoqing and Jia Ruo looked at each other across the air, their eyes were as sharp as poisoned daggers, but due to Lin Mao's attitude, they could only stare at each other in the end without making a move .

"Hmm...why is it suddenly so cold in this shop?"

Only that Ji Wuming frowned and sneezed, complaining inexplicably.

In fact, Lin Mao had already noticed that the two were fighting each other with their eyes, but he always pretended that he didn't know anything like that turtle.

However, at this moment, when he heard Ji Wuming's muttering, Lin Mao's cheeks became a little hotter than before. He sighed secretly, lowered his head quickly, and continued to flip through the booklet while maintaining his superficial calm.

There are not many pages in the booklet and there are many defacements. In fact, there are not many words that are really meaningful, and the main ones are about some habits of Konghua.Lin Mao quickly turned to the last few pages, and was about to close the booklet when a somewhat familiar word suddenly jumped into his vision.

"Mojishou Luotian?"

Lin Mao stared at the booklet and murmured strangely.

Speaking of which, the handwriting on the last few pages of this booklet is actually much more scribbled and messy than the first few pages.

Therefore, if Lin Mao hadn't read carefully, he might have missed the familiar name hidden in the last few lines.

"This name is so familiar..."

Lin Mao couldn't help but whispered.

"Moro?"

Jia Ruo, who hadn't reacted before, suddenly opened his eyes wide when he heard these two words.

"You know him?"

Lin Mao looked at Jia Ruo, and when the latter's face, which was much paler than that of a normal person, came into view, Lin Mao only felt a light flash in his mind, and instantly remembered where he had heard this before. word.

Mo Yanshou Luotian, isn't this the demon god that Lingkong Temple has been serving?

If he hadn't seen Jia Ruo, I'm afraid Lin Mao wouldn't have remembered so quickly who it was.

At the beginning, Jia Ruo slapped Chang Xiaoqing's dirty lotus print on his chest, causing the latter to be unconscious for a long time.Chang Xiaoqing and Yao Xiaohua invited Xing Xinglin to help Chang Xiaoqing see a doctor. When Xing Xinglin saw the imprint, he went crazy and said a lot about Lingkong Temple.

Many of them are about this Moyan Shouluotian.

This is a demon god who saw the moon but couldn't ask for it. His desire for the moon gave birth to a demon, and this demon turned into Moro and endangered the world for hundreds of millions of years.

Lin Mao always felt that this story was just a belief passed down orally in Lingkong Temple, or it was just a legend.However, on the last two pages of this booklet, Yun Haisheng recorded his speculation about Mo Yanshou Luo Tian in unusually scribbled handwriting.

It is very possible that Mo Yanshou Luotian is not the so-called incarnation of Zizaitian, and he does not have any power of gods and Buddhas at all...

He is just a monk.

A monk who lived a long, long time ago.

He may have some supernatural powers - and those supernatural powers may also be explained by martial arts.

He even knows some voodoo and witchcraft.

That's why the ignorant ancestors thought he was the so-called god and Buddha.

Of course, this kind of thing is actually not uncommon, so it's not surprising.

What Yun Haisheng really cared about was the legendary "Bright Moon".

[The so-called "bright moon" should actually be the earliest "konghua". 】

In the scriptures about Moyansuratian and Mingyue, the white and misty shadow was mentioned countless times, and the wonderful figure that became solid little by little under the gaze of Moyansuratian—— —

All the details are exactly the same as Kong Hua's habits.

It also takes some time for Konghua to transform. Its most primitive appearance is actually just a white shadow with blurred features and indeterminate shape.

[If everything in the scriptures is true, then Moyan Shouluotian was the first criminal monk of Lingkong Temple.He didn't know where he met Konghua, and it was because of his existence that Konghua transformed from an animal into a human. 】

[There should have been a relationship between these two people, just like Lin Sheng and Qianji...]

【However, Konghua is immortal and immortal, and finally, Moshouluotian still has no way to accompany his moon until eternity.Because of this, he became obsessed and caused countless murders. This is the so-called appearance of Mo Luo. 】

Lin Mao struggled to identify Yun Haisheng's record from the smudges and chaotic handwriting, and the more he read it, the more he felt astonished.

Lin Mao was not familiar with the scriptures handed down from Lingkong Temple, so every time he read a sentence, he had to raise his head to speak to Jia Ruo.

But facing each other like this, his heart became more and more confused.

The stories in the scriptures sounded like ordinary legends at first glance, but after careful investigation, every detail can match exactly with the things written by Yun Haisheng.

Then, he saw the last sentence of the entire pamphlet.

[Mo Yan Shou Luotian poured everything, and finally achieved his wish... Konghua can finally sell his human form, and turn into the original form of an ignorant, worry-free, careless, heartless, and heartless Gu, returning to the mountains and forests, until he is no longer free from the world Birth, old age, sickness, death, love and hate. 】

Can Konghua return to its original form?

How did the so-called first criminal monk of Lingkong Temple do this? However, the handwriting of the most critical paragraph has been completely melted, and it is impossible to distinguish it anyway.

Lin Mao's mind went blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking or what he wanted to do for a long time.

Could it be that Konghua that Mo Yanshou Luotian met was him?

Lin Mao sincerely hoped it wasn't him—he was really not ready to face the reality that he might have survived for thousands of years.

And if the "bright moon" that the monk saw was not him, does that mean that somewhere in a deserted mountain forest, there are still his fellow clan living quietly?

Lin Mao's mood fluctuated, so he didn't notice that the two people around him looked at the booklet in his hand with complicated expressions.

Only that Ji Wuming looked left and right, his face was still full of confusion and bewilderment as before.

"What is it talking about? What is the scripture for? What does this thing have to do with Master? What's the matter with your faces? What are you going to do next? Go to Lingkong Temple or something..."

He asked questions repeatedly, and at first he was able to make a sound like a bell. As he continued to ask, he was forced by the strange and unpredictable aura of the other three people in the room, and his aura gradually weakened.

At the end of the question, the voice was as thin as a gossamer.

But no matter whether their voices were loud or weak, the other three people had no intention of opening their mouths to help him answer.

I don't know why, Ji Wuming always feels that his chest is tight, as if the injuries he suffered before suddenly became serious again.

"Anyway..."

After a long time, he probably sensed that his state was not right, so Lin Maoqiang cheered up.

He unconsciously turned the pamphlet in his hand, and said dryly: "In short, let's figure out why the nameless old man wants to study the matter of Konghua."

The nameless old man deliberately led Lin Mao to associate his own death and resurrection with the elixir of life, but he didn't know what his intentions were.

Afterwards, the other party disguised themselves and came to their side again, and they didn't know what their purpose was.

But after Lin Mao saw this booklet, he didn't even need to think about it, he could already guess that the other party probably knew his whole story well - at least much better than Lin Mao himself.

You know, if he hadn't met his old friend, Elder Chi Xiang, by accident, Lin Mao might not know his true identity until now, thinking that he was still an ordinary person who was just getting by.

"The nameless old man you mentioned should have gone to the capital."

Seeing that he finally had something to say, Ji Wuming spoke eagerly.

"I also just remembered that the last time I saw Dr. Wu, he told the old servant to prepare more winter clothes and padded jackets. I heard the old servant seem to ask if he was going to the capital, but he did not deny it. "

Hearing these words, Lin Mao frowned even tighter.

"The people holding the government also wanted to take you to the capital..."

Gong Ningzi, Chi Zhengfu, the unknown old man, and the disputes in the court, the turmoil in the rivers and lakes...

Lin Mao thought about it for a while, and then made a decision without hesitation.

"We will also rush to the capital immediately."

Since he made such a decision, the other three naturally had no reason to stop him.

Then he hurriedly prepared the carriage and luggage, and rushed all the way to the capital.

According to Lin Mao's thinking, it is best for the four of them to arrive in the capital as soon as possible.After all, there are people in the capital they are looking for, and there are mysteries they want to solve, and behind them, there are those Jianghu masters who came here because of Jin Wanliang to offer a reward, and there is a sudden loss of a large number of people, which is turning the world upside down Chishofu in search of the murderer.

The longer they delay, the more dangerous the situation becomes for them. =

But God's favorite thing to do is to keep jokes with people like him.

Soon, the itinerary of Lin Mao and his party had to slow down.

Because of the rush all the way, it is naturally not comfortable, and Lin Mao was originally very weak, and it didn't take long for the mental trance to start happening again.

Just like this day...

"Tick-tock-"

He was obviously sitting in the carriage, enduring the severe bumps and driving, but Lin Mao could hear the sound of blood dripping.

"Tick-tock-"

Chang Xiaoqing seemed to call Lin Mao, but Lin Mao felt that the voice was as far away as if it was in the sky, and the sound of blood dripping was the most clear in his ears.

Lin Mao's eyes suddenly turned red, and the scene inside the carriage gradually began to melt like a mud wall drenched in rain.

"Lin Mao?"

Jia Ruo also sensed that something was wrong, he leaned over to check on Lin Mao's condition, but he didn't expect that after he faced Lin Mao like that, Lin Mao's eyes froze and he fainted in front of him.

【"Why can't you be with me? Obviously...Obviously I've done everything for you..."】

Lin Mao knew very well that he was dreaming.

Because the language spoken by the person standing in front of him was completely different from any language Lin Maosuo knew.

Every word that person uttered was filled with an ancient jerky tone. Lin Mao felt that he should not understand, but every strange word fell into his ears, and it would spontaneously convert into words that he could understand. understand the meaning.

Moreover, that person is a monk.

Just like when Lin Mao saw Jia Ruo for the first time, the monk in front of him also had a strange quality that was different from ordinary people.

He is very handsome.

Lin Mao must admit that this is the most handsome person he has ever seen. That monk is like a ghost that has gathered all the most beautiful and spiritual things in the world—if someone tells Lin Mao, the person in front of him This person is also an illusion of Konghua, he will not be surprised at all.

But it was such a monk who stepped on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, weeping at "him" and weeping in a low voice.

【"I just want to be with you. You don't know these people at all, why do you reject me for them? If you don't like me to kill them, I will never kill them again after the matter is done OK?"】

Every word that the strange monk uttered seems to be able to fall into the deepest part of people's hearts, let alone pleading with others like this. If you order someone to kill yourself, I am afraid that some people will be willing to respond.

But when Lin Mao thought this way, his body suddenly burst out with intense heartache and sadness.

【"I don't want to, how could I be willing? Moro, my dear Moro... look at your own appearance now, I have caused you to become like this, how can I pretend that there is nothing The place where it happened will continue to stay with you?"】

Lin Mao heard a strange but familiar sweet voice coming from his mouth.

【"This look? It's my fault, I really don't want to appear in front of you with this look, I just need a little time..."]

The monk who was called "Moluo" covered his face with his hands, and the mournful cries became louder.

Then, a scene that made Lin Mao's hair stand on end happened...

"Grumble-"

A wet and slippery sound came from Moro's feet.

The corpses that should have rotted into pus and soaked into the earth to return to reincarnation began to wriggle tremblingly.