Legend of the Great Saint

“What's wrong with you?” Li Qingshan was surprised that he saved the life of a monk from the King of Flying Locusts. At that time, he was very grateful for one light. How can he be like this now?

“It's all your fault! It's all your fault!” A light monk held Li Qingshan's wrist tightly.

“What did I do wrong?” Li Qingshan is even more puzzling.

“Why, why are you saving me!” A monk stared at Li Qingshan as if he was looking at an enemy who did not share the heavens, not a savior.

“You have a broken brain!” Li Qingshan threw his hand away and looked toward the demon statue.

“If you don't save me, King Skylark will not escape, and so many people will not die...” a lamp of monks muttered to themselves.

“Hey, don't shirk my responsibility. You're confused by the Locust King. You must go to the ninth floor!” Li Qingshan turned around and pointed at his nose.

One lamp monk shook, hit his head on the ground, knocked out loud, “Yes, it's all my fault, I deserve to die! ”

Shortly afterwards, Kung Fu was covered in blood, and tears were streaming between them, miserable and pathetic.

Since the outbreak of the locust disaster, a monk has been under tremendous mental pressure, spending every day in pain and remorse. Although no one has said that it was his responsibility, King Flying Locust's escape is clearly inseparable from him.

In the beginning, he also went everywhere to exterminate the locust plague until a year ago...

Thousands of miles away, Tianlong Zen Yard, a raging wind shouted at the earthly city, screaming at each other, the uppressed worm cloud danced in the air, a flame rose and burned out the swarming locusts before converging back into an oil lamp.

The lights showed unusual brilliance, extremely unsettling burning, one lamp and monk's eyebrows locked tight, an ugly face full of fatigue and unusually heavy footsteps. To put an end to the locust plague, Jane stayed asleep, supported entirely by Dan Pharmaceutical Spirit Stone, but forgiveness still could not stop the spread of the locust plague, and could only look at a city pool swallowed by locusts.

And the blazing sun burned, and he smothered his dry lips, and drank aloud: "King of the flying locusts, get the hell out of here! ”

“Master Lantern, we meet again!” The corner of the street turned out a man with yellow skin and a healthy body, with a strong demonic smell. Hershey was a locust demon with a passionate smile on his face, as if to meet an old friend and hand over what was in his hand: "Want to eat? ”

It was a truncated arm with a string of marbles on its wrist. The monk recognized the string at a glance. "Brother De! ”

“You know it! This bald donkey, not knowing what to do, dared to come to me and make a noise, thinking he was a master of lights for you. ”

“Come on, Fluorescent Pudu! ”

A light monk is furious, brilliant platinum glow, half a dirt city is swallowed by the light, and the sun is dim.

The smoke scattered and a black circle appeared on the earth, where all the buildings were destroyed, and the locust demon stood on the edge of the circle: “Master One Light, you are so fucking bright, I have a bright thing for you! ”

Throw a head, rolled under a lamp monk's feet, it was the head of "a virtuous brother”, eyes open without meditation, face full of pain and fear.

“Big Light!” A lamp of monks raged against the locust demon, and a platinum light lashed out.

The locust demon flew away, avoiding a light, laughing wildly and joyfully.

“Come on, kill me! Didn't you hate Tianlong Zen Yard? I am the disciple of Tianlong Zen Court, let your true esteem come!” A lamp and chantistry roar.

“Kill you, why would I kill you? You are a great benefactor to me. I thank you for not making it! Thanks to you, I'm able to eat so much delicious food.” The locust demon glittered and said behind a monk.

A monk's arms swung backwards and a flame of oil broke out, and the locust demon flew to the sky.

“Come down and fight me to the death!” The monk roared.

“I know you want to die, so I'll never kill you, I'll leave you as a witness to how I ate billions of human beings and one of your brothers, hahahaha! ”

In the burning city pool, a monk fell on his knees and cried with his head in his arms.

Three days later, he returned to Tianlong Zen Yard, where he was punished from the time he entered the town demon palace until today.

Li Qingshan looked at such a big man holding his head and crying, some of it was intolerable. “As for this, you didn't mean it. Besides, I didn't mean to save you at that time. I simply couldn't stand the tone. If he didn't let go, you'd be pulled in half. I didn't expect him to escape. I really didn't expect that. ”

Outside the demonic palace, the fearless monk's face turned black. He also thanked Li Qingshan for saving a light monk. I didn't think he was trying to save people at all. Instead, he decided to kill them.

“How can you be so easy?!” One lamp asked the monk.

“I didn't do anything wrong?” Li Qingshan shrugged his shoulders.

“Do you know how many spirits are in Qingzhou?” A light monk excited the way.

“I didn't kill those people, say 10 million dollars, even if it's my fault, wrong is wrong!” Li Qingshan Road.

The monk was dumb and half, “You are not a Buddhist disciple at all, you have no mercy, you know nothing! ”

“Bullshit!” Li Qingshanton was angry. What he hated the most was that people thought they were saying to him, "You don't know anything." Even the demon king, who knows everything like King Banyan, never told him that.

He grabbed a lamp of monk's coat and pulled it in front of him. "You're such a piece of crap! ”

Anger flashed in the eyes of a monk, as the most promising genius disciple of Tianlong Zen Court to survive three days of robbery, no one ever added these words to his head.

“You're wrong! But you know what's wrong with you? You're too weak! ”

“Am I too weak?” A light monk was stunned, and no one ever said that to him.

“If you weren't so weak, you wouldn't have been overlooked by the Locust King to the ninth floor. You could have found the Locust King and killed him! ”

Li Qingshan is very good at finding simple answers to complex questions. Although this answer is not necessarily correct, it must be very practical.

The monk was stunned.

“Do you know why a demon could put a statue here?” Li Qingshan snapped a light on his head and loved his face on the township demon statue.

“Drop the slaughter knife and stand in Buddha!” A lamp monk is almost instinctive, sits dead for a year, and he also has an understanding of the Magic of the Town.

“Big mistake, because he's strong enough!" Drop the slaughter knife and stand in Buddha ", you still have to be strong enough, there is no slaughter knife to put down, don't hate the flying locust king, hate yourself too weak! ”

Li Qingshan threw away a light monk, stared at the last demon statue of the town, and began to understand the ninth episode of "The Demon of the Town".