Kumamoto Miyamoto - As the name suggests, he is tall and has a majestic appearance.

I ring the bell at the west wing observation deck of Lingtai Fushan Temple. I have no bad habits, I don’t smoke, and I like drinking very much.

They have to work fourteen hours a day, from eight in the morning to ten in the evening, to ring the death knell in batches for the dead souls of Shinto City to perform rituals. The wandering ghosts near Lingtai Fushan Temple hear the bell, and if they are in the morning

Man's thinking model is approaching the end of life, so he will take the initiative to go to the incense hall of the Black Eyed Empress to execute the program of reincarnation.

"Is Mr. Xiong's daily job just to ring the bell?"

Xiao Xueming squatted in the corridor outside the teahouse, looking at the giant man sitting on a bench not far away to enjoy the cool air——

——The man's hair is dirty, his thick beard is almost connected to his hair, half of his arms are hanging out, and one sleeve of the monk's robe is cut off.

These monks were like wild monks who had become monks on the way. They said they were working for the Bodhisattva Black Eyed Thousand Hands. Neither the old man White Ape nor Mrs. Xiong had ordained their ordination, so naturally they could not talk about burning their ordination scars and abiding by the rules.

Mr. Xiong Tai sat cross-legged and rubbed his toes with his thick knuckles. When ringing the bell, all the muscles in his body suddenly exerted force. He held his breath too many times and stepped on the tamped earth bricks with his bare feet. It was inevitable that his toes would hurt.

Soreness and swelling.

Following the strange clicking sound from his toes, Mrs. Xiong lowered his head and responded casually to Xiao Xueming.

"It's like this. To do things for the Black-Eyed Empress is to do good deeds and accumulate negative virtues."

Xueming held her cheek and asked: "Mr. Xiong Tai, how long do I have to wait here?"

Mrs. Xiong seemed to have thought of something happy, and said with a smile: "When the tables and chairs in the tea hall are full, you will bathe and shave your hair with the other children, and the white ape will take you to the Black Eyed Empress - Hook

Went on the scale to count our deeds, burned incense and chanted sutras, but we were troubled."

Xueming: "To end your worries, do you mean to forget everything? Then start your life again?"

"Um."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Xiong put down her strong right leg and replaced it with her left leg, and rolled up her linen trouser legs——

——Xue Ming took a good look at this leg. Considering Mr. Xiong’s burly physique, this calf is almost thicker than his eight-year-old waist.

Taking the six-meter-high beams and columns of the Bell Pavilion as a reference, Mr. Xiong Tai's height was visually estimated to be about 228 centimeters. In the eyes of the children, he was an invincible giant who could not disobey and resist.

At this moment, Mrs. Xiong washed her hands very carefully, put a little grease on Zhongting's pig's milk, and rinsed away the oil and grass clippings between her fingernails, which were dirt on the straw ropes and wooden stakes.

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Clear water spurts from the tiger's kiss of the bronze beast statue and flows deep into the forest along the moss-covered stone walls of the ancient temple.

While washing his hands, Mr. Xiong Tai muttered something.

"There are thousands of worries in this earthly world. The longer a person lives, the heavier the burden on his body becomes. The more he sees, the more his mind becomes filthy and filthy. He is not as innocent and pure as a child."

"People come here to rest here, just like travelers traveling across mountains and rivers. They always carry heavy luggage on their backs due to various greed, anger and obsession."

"Under the washing of [Colorful Flowers·Thousands of Reds], these souls become pure and natural again, and travelers gain strength and embark on a new path in life - this is a perfect merit."

Xueming immediately said: "Why does it sound like the living habits of insects to me?"

"Huh?" Mr. Xiong Tai shook off the water from his hands, and his strong arms brought up the hot and strong wind, sweeping the fallen leaves on the brick floor of Zhongting into the deep forest, "What are you talking about?"

As soon as this burly silly monk stood up, he became very oppressive. Comparing Xueming and him, the difference in size between an elephant and a jackal was like that.

But the young Xueming was not afraid. He had always been a well-spoken boy, and a word of his mouth could make the blood pressure of evildoers soar.

"I said, what you just said, Mr. Xiong Tai, is like ants and wasps - the queen ant and the bee ask the children to go out to collect food, but they have no chance to live a second time, but the people in Guandong City can die

Live again, live and die again.”

"These travelers kept sending luggage, and the Black-Eyed Empress left all their memories. Since this earthly world is so scary and painful in Mr. Xiong's heart, why would the Black-Eyed Empress let people reincarnate and live again?

Woolen cloth?"

"Little friend" Kumamoto Miyamoto's expression became very scary. He frowned and glared, and the muscles and hair on his face could squeeze out several traditional Chinese characters. "Are you questioning the achievements of Lingtai Fukuyama Temple? You

What you mean is, is it wrong for us to do this? Is it bad?”

"No." Xueming didn't give in, staring blankly into Mr. Xiong's eyes: "I'm just curious and want to read it again word for word - since this mortal world is so scary in Mr. Xiong's heart.

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"I'm different!" Before Xueming could finish speaking, Mrs. Xiong immediately interrupted: "I am an immortal under the Black Eyed Empress. I have a more important position, so naturally I don't have to fall into reincarnation forever."

Xueming continued: "So that's what it is?"

Mr. Xiong Tai immediately nodded and smiled: "That's it."

It seems that this Black Bear Immortal is not very smart--

——Xue Ming pouted and acted as a reply reader again.

"But you still didn't tell me the reason! Since this mortal world is so painful, the memories that travelers have worked so hard to bring back can only be regarded as heavy burdens, but they have to live and die. Unlike worker ants and worker bees, insects are mostly

They won’t feel pain—but what about these dead souls? Can’t they rest? Can’t they die completely?”

"Stop talking nonsense!" Mr. Xiong looked angry. He picked up the broom in the bell pavilion and wanted to beat the garrulous child.

But halfway through swinging the broom, the burly man relented——

——He saw Xueming's eyes were watery, and he wanted to scurry around but couldn't get out of his broad arms, so he could only freeze at the threshold of the teahouse and dare not say a word.

So Mrs. Xiong put down the broom again and leaned on her waist angrily. When she saw Xueming holding the Sunny Day doll as a talisman, she finally gave up the idea of ​​using force.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Why not let the travelers die?" Xiong Tai rubbed his fingers, squatted next to Xueming, and then said: "Your question really stumps me.

Already."

Xueming leaned against the door railing to stay away from this emotionally unstable man.

"So you know? Right? You know it's not good to do this. You can vaguely feel that this matter is not common sense, right? Mr. Xiong Tai?"

"It's so noisy!" Kumamoto Miyamoto waved his hands to tell Xueming to shut up, "Just ask some weird questions!"

"I only know a few things. If travelers don't put down their baggage, they will go crazy and turn into monsters!"

"When the time comes that they can't even fight, the God of Thunder and the God of Wind will kill them all with weapons capable of killing monsters!"

Xueming: "Go crazy? Become a monster?"

Mrs. Xiong: "Yes! If a person lives too long and refuses to be reincarnated, he will definitely become a man-eating monster."

The spiritual power of the VENOM mechanism comes from the original seed. Similar to the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, it has performed a blood donation ceremony.

If the Riemannian thinking model begins to disintegrate, just like a blood donation unit, these people living in virtual and real life will become "carnivores" - whether they cannibalize themselves or continue to purchase module experiences.

Maintain your humanity.

The process of rebirth of these ghosts again and again starts from a fresh cloned brain, and is gradually endowed with complete prosthetic organs, and not a single piece of flesh on the body is their own.

In the blissful space, they taste the memories of others, which is like injecting new food into the Riemannian thinking model.

When the Riemannian thinking model exceeds its service life, the monster wrapped in steel armor will gradually return to its carnivore nature, which is what Mr. Xiong Tai said - personality disintegration and demonization.

From this information, Xueming got a crucial clue.

"Mr. Xiong Tai, you just said that the God of Thunder and the God of Wind have the ability to kill monsters? Is that right?"

Talking about this matter, Mrs. Xiong immediately became excited. Once she was related to the six gods of Shinto, these divine attendants and priests seemed to be stained with divinity. They immediately turned into fans and started to talk nonsense.

"Of course! The incarnations of the two gods, Shuofeng and Hayate, are the most powerful and greatest heroes in Shinto City!"

Xueming: "Can they kill demons? Can they also completely kill these travelers?"

Mrs. Xiong only felt that something was wrong, but she continued on with the topic.

"Well, gods will not harm ordinary people."

Xueming: "Just tell me if I can kill him?"

Xiong Tai: "Thunder God and Wind God have sharp blades that can destroy spirits."

Xueming immediately pretended to be a little fanboy, and his eyes started to shine!

"Oh! What does it look like?!"

Mr. Xiong Tai didn't know what to do. Facing the enthusiastic and studious children, he simply couldn't refuse this look.

"Legend has it that in the coal mines in the barren mountains south of Nozuka Rokume in Kansai, there was a man-eating tree that turned into a demon."

"When travelers pass through that forest, women and children will disappear inexplicably."

"Residents in villages and towns prayed to the gods for blessings, and the Shinto gods sent thunder gods to the human world to investigate the matter."

"There was an outstanding craftsman. His wife and daughter were eaten by demons in order to bring him food."

"The craftsman's surname is Murasame, so he volunteered to make a sword for the God of Thunder——"

"——Kill the whales in the sea to get the skin, and use the fir trees around Fukuyama Temple to make the handle and scabbard."

"Copper and iron equipment are the kitchen knives and sewing needles of every household, and they represent the wishes of countless families."

"The moment the long scroll sword is forged, it can split the branches of eight demonic trees with one strike - hence its name: [Magical Sword Hachimatsu Murasame]. It can slash the souls of demons and completely kill the spirits.

die."

"The God of Thunder slayed demons with his sword and chopped the roots and trunks of tree demons. Those who were eaten returned to their relatives."

"But there are still many families and many men who cannot wait for their missing wives and children."
To be continued...