The heavy and melodious bells rang out as soon as possible. The monks in Futu Temple returned to the monk's house after evening class and returned to peace after a brief hustle and bustle.

The same has been done every day for thirty years. I think the young monks who were then whiter now, and the monks who are in their prime will grow old. The young monks who don’t know what it is to worry about all day long, just like the old monks before, wondering when they can leave the temple and walk around. Just like the cycle of reincarnation, life has no power under the rotation of the gear of time.

It has been more than twenty days since Zhang Xiaodao and Fayi entered the Tongtian Tower, but it has been more than seven years since the two of them were in the Tongtian Tower.

These seven years were just a flash of fingers for the two people in the Tower of Heaven, but for the barefoot monk Wuhai, these twenty days were crucial.

He didn't know how much time he had, but he felt that life seemed to be about to go away quietly under the call of time.

Whether in the Futu Temple or the prosperous Tang Dynasty, I don’t know what the temple will look like in the world after the Buddhist name Wuhai killed countless people in his life.

But there is no doubt that it will inevitably cause an impact like a crust vibration.

Therefore, Wuhai must see the growth of Dharma principles, and must also see Zhang Xiaodao, who can prevent Dharma principles from doing many stupid things, so that he can feel at ease to do some things before he dies, and things that are more brutal than before!

But at this moment, he was sitting in the bell tower and looked dissatisfied, because both Fayi and Zhang Xiaodao were making stupid.

In the Tower of Tongtian, Zhang Xiaodao, who had already walked through the twelve cages, and Fayi was cross-legged and recuperated. After a long time, he opened his eyes. However, Fayi spoke immediately: "This is wrong."

"I said I'll explain it to you."

"How to explain?" Fa Yi Chu browed.

Zhang Xiaodao stood up and whispered: "There are not many people in this world who understand human rights. You rely entirely on instinct. My reasons are a bit complicated, so we have the same idea in this regard."

"I just want to know what you want to do?"

Zhang Xiaodao asked back at this time: "What do you want to do?"

The Dharma is silent.

Zhang Xiaodao pointed to the dark corridor: "If they hadn't killed many people from the Tang Dynasty, they wouldn't have been imprisoned here. There is no doubt that even if you are a living Buddha, they would not be able to erase their crimes."

The Dharma is silent, and his eyebrows are raised, not knowing what to say or what to think.

Zhang Xiaodao picked up the long sword and said affirmatively: "This crime should be punished."

The Dharma still didn't say anything. Zhang Xiaodao walked forward with the knife and came to the twelfth cage. He looked at the middle-aged man who was now old but now old like a hundred years old. He said, "Don't thank me, you'll die early and reincarnate early."

The extremely weak old man opened his eyes and spoke the first sentence Zhang Xiaodao and Fayi came here, but said: "Thank you."

The light of a knife flashed outside the railing and smeared on half of the old man's neck. A bloodline appeared. Half of his body fell to the ground, but his face was peaceful.

Turning around, Zhang Xiaodao came to the eleventh cage and said, "I know you must have thought about committing suicide. But I don't have the courage, I'll help you."

The old man, whose eyes were as dim as ink, no thanks or dodges. He fell down under a knife light, but his eyes were open and looked at the ceiling of the cage that he had been looking at for thirty years.

Zhang Xiaodao continued to walk, and would always say a different thing, then wield the knife to kill people. He was extremely cruel, but extremely compassionate.

Fayi asked himself that he could not do it like Zhang Xiaodao, so he just looked silently, with gratitude in his eyes.

Previously, Zhang Xiaodao's pig-killing knife shattered the ice flower with one sword, and the fourteen people in the dark corridor were affected, all seriously injured and in critical condition.

However, as Zhang Xiaodao said before, the way to win has long been destined because we are young.

When the two people replied 10%, the elderly were full of energy due to hunger and cold all year round, and negative symptoms occurred frequently after the energy was exhausted, so they were already unable to fight.

At this time, Zhang Xiaodao began to wave his knife kindly.

In his opinion, the old man had no better home than death, so he was kind, so he killed people.

Many elderly people are also ready to die and are grateful.

They have long wanted to die for many years, but suicide is different from killing him. Those who survive will cherish their lives more and more. Even if there is only endless darkness in this life, they cannot raise the courage to commit suicide.

Zhang Xiaodao's knife helped them end all this and was their best choice.

But after all, human nature is complex, and not all elderly people can be so open-minded. The broken-armed old man in the fifth cage does not want to die.

But Zhang Xiaodao still waved it with one knife, without any hesitation.

The old man was unwilling to die and let out a tragic scream. Zhang Xiaodao said solemnly: "First of all, you must understand that I am not really kind. If the little monk sitting there couldn't see it, I might think that you are very sad here, but I may not be doing anything, but I am indeed very kind to kill people now."

"In addition, your life and death are not decided by you yourself. First, for humanitarian reasons, I will kill you so that you can end the endless pain. Second, I will kill you so that I can be worthy of the people of the Tang Dynasty who died under your hands. Third, of course, I am not sure whether you have killed the people of the Tang Dynasty, but since I am imprisoned here for being an enemy of the Tang Dynasty, I also need to kill you."

After saying this, Zhang Xiaodao didn't care whether the remaining old man understood some of the words he only understood. Changdao raised him and said, "So, you must die."

There was silence in the dark corridor, and no one spoke anymore, but the old people were all looking at Zhang Xiaodao holding a long blood-dropping knife, feeling confused.

The majestic old man in the first cage asked softly: "What's your name?"

"Zhang Xiaodao."

"Good name."

Zhang Xiaodao was inexplicably aware that he had never been praised for his good name in his life.

"Only by making a big sword, you can do meticulous work."

Zhang Xiaodao is even more inexplicable.

The old man in the first cage spoke again: "It's a pity that my vitality has been exhausted, otherwise what if the dispersing skills give you some benefits?

"Come and kill me!"

Zhang Xiaodao's face showed solemnity, and he walked to the first cage first, held a tribute in his hand, waved his sword, and killed the old man here.

"Little Knife, you are strong inside, and you are really strong just now. Only when you think you have a reason can you use the strongest knife to kill me."

Zhang Xiaodao held the salute again and killed another person!

Every old man would say something to him before he died, and he would take a tribute to kill one person. The dark corridor seemed to smell blood. Zhang Xiaodao killed all the way through, and the twelve cages were empty, and there was no living person.

Fayi stood at this end of the cage, looking at Zhang Xiaodao on the other end, with a calm expression, without saying Amitabha, looking at the cruel and bloody scene in front of him, and smiled slightly.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was standing on the other end, also smiled slightly. The two of them were extremely calm at this time, and there was joy in the calm, but it was not because they had passed through the fourth floor of the Tongtian Tower, but because they thought they had done the right thing.

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In the bell tower of Futu Temple, Wuliang looked at the scene in front of him and shook his head. He looked at the barefoot monk's senior brother Wuhai frowned, and couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother." But he didn't know what he was continuing to say.

Wu Hai shook his head and said, "Silly."

"If the Dharma does not do this, you may be disappointed."

Wukaido: "But I'm disappointed now."

“Why were disappointed?”

Wu Hai stretched out his finger and pointed at the Dharma in the strange light curtain in front of him and said, "I had expected the Dharma to be kind to you in this layer, but what I hope is to see is what he will do with his own hands."

Wuliang said: "But he did nothing."

Wu Hai whispered: "The Dharma is good at all, but I don't know how to kill people."

"Senior brother, are you afraid of him in the future?"

"I'm afraid he will do something even more stupid in the future. What if a knife can't stop him?"

"Senior brother, you have to go through your life by yourself. If you formulate his life, what is the point of his life?"

Wuhai raised his eyebrows and said, "This is a great good word."

"Fayi and Zhang Xiaodao both have their own lives. Whether you or your husband, all you can do is to let them have a certain amount of capital and take a look at the scenery near the top of the world. As for choosing that scenery, they will naturally think."

"I was too worried." Wu Hai smiled bitterly.

Wuliang nodded and asked, "Senior Brother, I still don't know how many levels of the Tower of Tongtian are."

“Sixth floor.”

“Fifth floor?”

"The fifth floor is just a small world, helping them quickly enter the spiritual source realm."

Wuliang said in horror: "It can be called a miracle."

As we all know, vital energy is the food of the Qi practitioners in the world. It exists in the air, but it is different from air. The more food you eat, the stronger the person will naturally be. People who have never eaten food will naturally not even see the threshold of the Qi practitioners.

Apart from the human body, this world has nothing to store vital energy, unless it is a world!

The fifth floor of Tongtian Tower is a small world? How can such a big deal not shocking?

"If it took nearly half of the treasury of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, it was still impossible to achieve this. How can this Tower of Tongtian be called Tongtian?"

"Senior brother is magnificent."

Wu Hai smiled bitterly and said, "It's just a pity that the twelve immortals cannot continue to make their contributions to the prosperous Tang Dynasty. These four layers are empty."

"Those twelve people are also pitiful."

A trace of disdain appeared on Wu Hai's square face, remembering many past events, and saying, "The poor people must have something hateful."

"Senior brother said this very well, but he would pay back everything once he died. I believe the two people in the tower thought so too."

Wukaidao: "That's because they don't know what these people have done back then. Even if they are cut into pieces, I won't frown."

"Senior brother is cruel." Wuliang said bluntly.

Wu Hai was not angry, and looked into the stars in the distance and said, "I know my cruelty in the world. But after many years, the temple of the Great Wilderness and the Holy See in the Western Regions were a little forgotten. It is time for them to have a memory!" (To be continued...)
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