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Zhao Xiyue said sincerely, "I was wrong."

The Buddha was stunned, as if he didn't expect her to admit it so readily. He then asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiyue's attitude was still good, "It's all wrong."

The Buddha's sermon was stuck in the middle, neither speaking nor not speaking.

I had to give it 99 points for being so suicidal.

With this unexpected surprise, Zhao Xiyue continued to work hard, "Buddha once said that knowing one's mistakes is the best way to improve them."

She said seriously, "I know I was wrong, Master, please give me a chance to make amends."

The Buddha thought for a long time, "Which Buddha said that?"

Zhao Xiyue thought about it, but couldn't remember it. "It's not important."

What matters most is that your rhythm is messed up.

A cloud of white mist rushed in from the door and surrounded the Future Buddha on the right side. It was very agitated, as if it was complaining.

Zhao Xiyue said quickly, "My disciple has traveled all the way west, and just now he fought monsters in the fog for a long time, so he is really tired.

Master, how about I give you this sutra tomorrow?"

Bai Wu was furious and pointed at Zhao Xiyue, as if saying: You are the monster.

Zhao Xiyue smiled slightly with the skull on his head, "Aiya, you have been practicing for so many years, why can't you speak yet? Is it because your master didn't teach you well?"

The Future Buddha and Bai Wu were both hit by arrows.

On the high platform, the Future Buddha finally tore off his kind disguise. The white mist was inhaled into his body, and colorful lights flickered around him.

"Offer your flesh and blood, and you will ascend to bliss forever."

The eighteen Arhats on both sides also said in unison, "Offer your flesh and blood, and ascend to paradise forever."

The sound of Sanskrit lingered in the ears, but there was no sense of purity at all. Instead, it sounded like the sound of a demon piercing the ears.

Zhao Xiyue's eyes were calm, not affected by the voice at all. She was determined and had a high SAN value. This little trick was not completely useless to her, but it was completely useless.

After listening for a while, the sound seemed different from the one I heard at the foot of the mountain. It didn't have that crazy and neurotic feeling.

She thought about it and took off her robes. A white skeleton stood there. "What should I do without flesh and blood?"

The Future Buddha's pretense was interrupted, and he seemed to be stuck and unable to speak.

The Eighteen Arhats on both sides looked at each other, not knowing whether they should continue shouting.

Zhao Xiyue quickly glanced at the system and found that there was no suicide value.

The atmosphere on the field became more and more awkward, and all the mysterious, weird, and indescribable fear disappeared completely.

The Future Buddha stared at the skeleton monk, then gave up and threw a human skin scripture in front of Zhao Xiyue.

“This is the true scripture.”

After saying this, he closed his huge eyes and didn't want to say another word.

Zhao Xiyue was a little disappointed that she didn't wait until 999. She lowered her head and stared at the scripture with a strange look on her face.

The outer shell of this scripture doesn't look like paper; instead, its skin texture looks more like a scripture made of human skin.

A scripture made of human skin, can it be a serious scripture?

According to the requirements of clearance rule B, you can leave the copy after getting this scripture.

She already had an idea of ​​the S-level clearance rules, and she hadn't gotten enough of 999 yet, so she didn't want to leave so early.

Zhao Xiyue saluted in a pretentious manner, "There were four of us traveling west, but now I am the only one standing here.

The mountain road is foggy, they may have lost their way, I want to wait for them."

The Future Buddha didn't say anything, obviously not wanting to pay attention to her.

The deep and majestic voice of the living Buddha in the middle rang out, "Good, good, my Buddha is merciful."

No one stopped her, and Zhao Xiyue walked around the main hall and went to the back hall.

There should have been three Bodhisattvas sitting in the back hall, among whom Guanyin Bodhisattva, according to what the three disciples had said, had been eaten by "Tang Monk" in the South China Sea.

But at this moment, Zhao Xiyue suddenly saw three Bodhisattvas sitting in the darkness.

The Bodhisattva had kind eyes, but the look he gave me when he lowered his head was cold and bloodthirsty. There was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and his lips did not move, but the sound of words came out.

"You finally came."

Suddenly, Zhao Xiyue had a strange feeling.

This sentence is not addressed to "Tang Sanzang", but to yourself under the skin.

For a moment, Zhao Xiyue got goosebumps.

She did have a question. Although it seemed that whoever was pulled in the weird copy would be unlucky, it would seem that the one pulled in would be the unlucky one.

But if you look closely, there are actually clues to follow.

Either they have been to a certain place, have a certain object on them, or have been exposed to strange rituals.

She was just staying at home, but was suddenly pulled in.

I always feel targeted.

Zhao Xiyue looked at the Bodhisattva quietly, and Rule 1 flashed through her mind. She asked slowly, "Although the journey to the west is difficult, my heart towards Buddha has never wavered. It is only a matter of time before I reach here."

She wants to play the role of Tang Monk well.

The Bodhisattva sighed, "You can trust me."

I don’t believe you at all, Zhao Xiyue thought to herself, your sacred mountain must have fallen long ago.

This is a copy of Journey to the West. The source of the pollution is most likely in Lingshan. Let’s talk about trust.

She turned her head stiffly and said, "I naturally believe in the Bodhisattva, but people have three urgent needs. I need to go to the toilet."

Zhao Xiyue immediately ran away to pee.

She walked around the palace and didn't see a single living person.

It would naturally be best if Jin Chanzi's physical body were still there.

If his physical body is no longer there, it would be fine to find his relics.

Zhao Xiyue looked at the tall stupa and felt eager to make some moves.