Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Under the demon-subduing pestle, every inch of space is as small as a speck of dust.

Without any guidance, he knew where he was going the moment he stepped onto the spiritual platform.

The road ahead may seem long, but you will reach your destination step by step.

The demon-subduing pestle still stands high above, upright.

Everyone looks up when they pay homage.

But Fangcun squatted down and gently touched the small cylinder standing on the ground.

Fang Cun thought: I can easily wrap my arms around it with just two hands.

Then, he raised his hand slightly, and the Eight Treasures Pestle, which stood tall and carried countless legends and was itself the symbol of Buddhism, collapsed.

That day, all the people in Hammerfall were shocked.

First, the Buddha light barrier outside the city had an electric current deterrent for some unknown reason; then, a group of monks rushed out when the city gate was closed for no reason and then opened again; finally, the demon-subduing pestle at the top of the sky collapsed!

Hahahaha, what's wrong? The world is going to be destroyed without any prior notice?

The demon-subduing pestle finally returned to its original form. The so-called divine weapon had long been riddled with holes, and even falling from a height was so light that it made no sound at all.

He slowly stroked the pestle.

An iron rod, barely the length of a forearm. The bottom was damp and riddled with corrosion holes. Even a junk collector would be dissatisfied with its quality.

"Are you tired after pretending to be a divine weapon for so long?"

The demon-subduing pestle lay quietly in Fangcun's palm, without any response.

"let's start."

He bit his finger, and because he couldn't control the strength well, the bite was very deep.

Blood quickly dripped into his mouth. After feeling the wetness and confirming the bleeding, Fang Cun smeared the blood on the demon-subduing pestle.

He spread his hands and lay flat on his back, placing them on the altar like the demon-subduing pestle.

Demonic energy overflowed from the tail end of the Demon-Subduing Pestle and enveloped Fangcun's entire body.

This time, no golden light of protection appeared on his body. Using blood as a guide, the demonic energy directly penetrated his defenses and invaded every inch of his skin.

"The corpse is forming, the current progress is 1%."

Shen Jin appeared when the electronic sound fell, and saw a man and a pestle with extremely similar postures on the spiritual platform.

God knows why Fangcun has a posture similar to that of the Demon-Subduing Pestle. Is this the legendary feeling of brokenness?

She threw a protective shield over both of them just in case.

After the five senses are restored, the great path that Buddhism desires will be realized. It is the moment when Buddhism will completely rule over everything!

But Fangcun didn't just want to see the Great Dao complete. He also wanted to see the justice of heaven prevail, and for the Buddhist sect to reap the fruits of its own actions.

So, he overturned the demon-subduing pestle, letting the demonic energy spread throughout the city. He wanted everyone in the city to know what kind of demonic creature the divine weapon they worshipped every day had been transformed into by the Buddhist sect!

……

"Demonic energy, there is demonic energy!"

"Could it be that the demon servants invaded ahead of time?"

"No, everyone, look at the Lingtai!"

"The demonic energy comes from the demon-subduing pestle."

A breeze carried Shen Jin's voice to every corner of the city.

"Oh, a divine weapon, that's it?"

"What is the Buddha Sect's intention in making us bow down to the monster every day?"

"Why does every war start in Hammerfall? Is it really a coincidence?"

……

The last sentence was resounding and extraordinary: "Buddha Sect, give us an explanation!"

So, the monks who failed to wait for reinforcements were instead met with the angry citizens.

The people of Hammerfall are just as tough as those of Brahma. Brahma relies on a culture passed down through generations, while Hammerfall relies on a bloody reality.

There is no way. Every time a large army of demon servants rushes straight into Hammerfall City, who can withstand it?

Those who wanted to escape had already fled, and those who were willing to stay were the ruthless ones who took hoes and machetes to chop down monsters. Generation after generation, they have reproduced to this day, and their power should not be underestimated.

Just throw a stone and wait for the ripples to spread. Life is far more powerful than anyone can imagine. Shen Jin only did it at the beginning, fanning the flames.

She sat cross-legged quietly beside Fangcun.

Only a small part of the Demon Subduing Pestle leaked out, and most of it was stopped by him and became part of the formation that bound him.

Shen Jin looked at the bloodstains on the ground, sighed that it was so cruel, and stopped interfering.

There is an honest report in the electronic sound in my ears.

"The corpse is forming, the current progress is 28%."

The numbers were slowly rising, and her mission was going smoothly, but Shen Jin was still unhappy.

Uncontrollable task progress...

This was a provocation to her.

In the formation, Fang Cun first felt pain.

The demonic energy gathered into a blade, flowing along with his blood, cutting through every part of his body.

But as the sense of touch was deprived, the pain disappeared.

Fangcun seemed to be floating in the void.

He could only gain some truth by touching himself, but gradually, he couldn't even touch himself.

The child was still sitting on the branch.

He smiled and waved, patting the tree trunk beside him.

"Nice to meet you again, great monk. Would you like to come up and sit for a while?"

Fang Cun didn't say anything and climbed up a tree in the most primitive posture.

"Are you dying?"

"Yes."

The conversation between the two was equally calm.

Xiao Fangcun found it boring, so he said "oh" and ignored it.

Fang Cun asked, "What can you do in a tree?"

"a lot."

“I can watch it grow and blossom and bear fruit.”

"Watch it die in the winter, and then sprout green leaves again in the next spring."

"Every leaf is different, every flower is different, and so are its fruits, and its stems."

"There's a lot I can do."

Fang Cun simply replied: "But you are only in the tree."

The child fell silent.

The mottled shadows of the leaves fell on his face, making it dark and unclear.

After a long time, he hugged the tree trunk tightly: "I can't go down."

Fang Cun didn't care, he was going to die anyway.

"Do you know what it is?"

“A tree.”

……

"I mean, its species, just like you, a human male child. Trees also have species."

"I don't know. What does its kind have to do with me? It doesn't know who I am."

"Why should I know what kind of tree it is?"

……

Fang Cun did not ask any more questions because he felt the child was right.

The rare interest that was aroused was cut short.

My thoughts were a little confused, but ultimately blank.

Fang Cun had laid down without knowing when, with his hands behind his head.

"You're going to die."

It's no longer a question, it's a statement.

The child sat beside him, his amber eyes fixed on him.

Fangcun felt that he had forgotten something.

"You said I was a human male child, then what about you? What are you?"

Fang Cun suddenly didn't want to answer.

The child pushed his chest and raised his voice: "You know what I am, so I want to know what you are. Tell me, tell me quickly."

"I'm a little tired."

After saying this, Fang Cun himself felt it was magical, but then he thought, he was going to die, so it was normal to feel tired.

"Be quiet, okay?"

Fang Cun spoke and closed his eyes.

The tree began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Winter has arrived and the wind and snow have arrived.

"The corpse is forming, the current progress is 68%."

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"The probability of mission failure is soaring. Host, please check as soon as possible!"

"Simulating the cause of mission failure...Simulation successful!"

"The reason is as follows: The system has determined that the sixth corpse cannot be generated."

"Host, please intervene in time!"