Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Fang Cun was extremely uneasy. One could tell from the way he tried to break free from Shen Jin's hand.

Even through the silk cloth, she could understand the man's worry.

The combat power of this world naturally has its limits. But Shen Jin is not from this world and cannot be measured by their standards.

If we really want to compare, we can't say that she bullies the natives.

"Peace of mind."

Shen Jin gently pinched his wrist in response.

"Come to think of it, I haven't been involved in a group fight for a long time."

Her smile was extremely bright, her fighting spirit was high, and she looked radiant, as if she had come back to life.

Although she was the only one with effective combat power, she acted calmly as if she had an army of thousands.

Those who don’t know might think that the 108 Arhats are her subordinates, waiting for the unlucky ones to fall into her trap.

"Shh, don't scream. It would be bad if you scared your fellow Buddhists."

The Arhats and Vajras had never seen such an arrogant person. He struck the ground with his long staff, and with each step, a massive formation rose up. Reflecting with the distant Buddha's light, golden statues appeared in the void.

The arhats were standing, lying down, holding spears or pestles, and all kinds of things. The only thing they had in common at this moment was their glaring eyes, like copper bells that could fire lasers, locking onto Shen Jin.

I looked at it and thought it was very noisy.

"Set up the formation and exorcise the demon!"

"Yes!"

The Arhats responded.

Noisier.

Shen Jin felt that it was good for Fang Cun to be like this now. At least his eyes were empty and he would not be harmed.

The vast expanse of white that surged towards his chest was still emitting golden light, like greased pork. It was truly unbearable to accept.

So, Shen Jin took Fang Cun a step forward.

Space folding or dislocation?

None of the 108 Arhats present could see it clearly.

All I know is that their attack failed.

Shen Jin took only one step and led his people to the center of them, in front of a monk holding a bronze Buddhist bell.

The right hand struck his neck.

"Snapped--"

The monk holding the bell fell to the ground, a cloud of dust rising. The bronze bell in his hand, unloaded from the force, rolled out, making a series of clanging noises.

The Dharma bodies of the formation only appeared for a moment, then due to insufficient power, they flickered and finally disappeared in mid-air.

It can be seen that having more people does not necessarily mean an advantage.

Shen Jin broke the formation with one step and one palm strike.

Fang Cun had tried very hard to perceive the changes in his surroundings, but everything happened too fast for him.

No other senses to assist.

He could only feel the pressure coming, but Shen Jin took him one step forward and the pressure was gone.

He hesitated and asked, "Who is coming?"

The battle ended too quickly.

"I don't know."

Shen Jin shook her head and sighed slightly: "Exposing your breasts is really immoral."

……

In the Buddhist sect, the only ones who fit her description are the 108 golden-bodied Arhats. Even he would suffer under their formation.

In Shen Jin's eyes, is it just immoral?

Fang Cun was in a complicated mood: "What now?"

Did they successfully escape from Luohan's encirclement? He remembered that Shen Jin took a step forward.

"I asked them to wait for help with the child."

The gates on both sides of Wengcheng were closed again. The bronze gates weighed a thousand pounds and were originally used to trap Shen Jin and Fang Cun.

"They are already lying in ambush there. It won't hurt to wait a little longer."

Anyway, it can be stuffed in.

As for how to plug it in, that is not her concern.

Fang Cun accepted it well. Nothing was strange for Shen Jin.

Even if the leader of the Three Awakenings Sect came in person and was slapped away by her, he would not be surprised anymore.

"You haven't told me where you're going yet?"

Shen Jin walked to the fork in the road, and a hint of worry finally appeared between his brows.

“The one on the left.”

Fang Cun said after sensing it.

"I never asked you, how did you find them?"

Shen Jin asked.

Fang Cun was extremely purposeful, and without even giving it much thought, he had already made all the plans. His senses were being stripped away layer by layer, and they should have been weakened.

Shen Jin's gaze drifted to nowhere. She could only see the silk cloth behind his head fluttering in the wind.

"They're waiting for me."

After two breaths, Fang Cun finally spoke.

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth: "I am waiting for me too."

……

"arrive."

Fangcun stopped and looked up.

Shen Jin followed his direction and looked at the flashing golden light.

This is the altar of Hammerfall City. In the center of the altar stands a heaven-reaching eight-treasure demon-subduing pestle.

"It's rumored to be 180,000 meters tall and known as the Pillar of Heaven. Is that true?"

Fang Cun retracted his wrist, untied the silk cloth and held it in his palm.

His eyes were pure and transparent, and at this moment, illuminated by golden light, they presented an inorganic cold light.

"fake."

Shen Jin roughly compared the height: "Less than ten feet."

"That's a shame."

Fang Cun smiled without any regret.

"Can you give me this silk cloth as a souvenir?"

He wasn't going to give it back.

"nature."

As soon as Shen Jin finished speaking, Fang Cun stuffed the cloth into the mustard seed space, as if afraid that Shen Jin would go back on his word.

Shen Jin: ...

Fang Cun "looked" at Shen Jin.

He now only had the sense of touch of his body, but he still maintained his gaze.

He was silent for a long time and didn't say anything.

Under the golden light, his transparent eyes became even more flawless.

"Shen Jin."

"I'm Fang Cun, will you remember?"

It's like saying goodbye.

Fang Cun's voice was tentative, like a child making an unreasonable request.

Mingming, he just needed Shen Jin to remember his name.

Shen Jin did not give an answer immediately. She remained silent, as if she was deep in thought.

Gradually, Fangcun's temptation to get angry turned into uneasiness, and he turned around like a turtle retreating into its shell.

He said, "It doesn't matter if I don't remember."

Shen Jin stopped him.

She said: "I hope you will ask me this question at another moment later."

Shen Jin took a step forward.

How can a person who only has the sense of touch be aware of his own existence?

it's actually really easy.

Shen Jin stretched out his arms, hugged him, and placed his hands on his back.

Fang Cun only felt a breeze blowing past, and he was hugged by someone.

The mind is blank for a moment.

Suddenly, a lot of thoughts came to his mind, but they disappeared in an instant. He remained in a daze for a long time before he raised his hand and hugged Shen Jin back.

Tentatively, he rested his head on the side of her shoulder.

Shen Jin released the man and instructed him, "Even if the body is broken, the soul still exists. Even if the soul is annihilated, reincarnation is possible. You must leave your mark in the world."

"Fang Cun, remember your name."

Instead of relying on the vague memories of others for your own existence.

"I'll be here, waiting for you to come back."

Fang Cun looked up in disbelief. Even though he couldn't see Shen Jin, he could imagine the gesture she used to say this.

Her eyes were always deep and dark, as if they had crawled out of the abyss, and she looked as if she disdained even a single person or thing.

But Fangcun knew that there was more than just an abyss there.