Chapter 2071

"What?"

Xiaomo is excited.

"Grandfather, do you hear that voice?"

Mo TU was surprised and said, "master of bronze, the origin of the bronze rust plague."

All the people in Qianyuan were shocked, and then a burst of uncontrollable anger came out, making the sky full of rosy clouds.

"Son of a bitch, you are the root of the trouble

"Bastard, you killed all three of my children."

"Animal egg, I curse you for five thunders in a day, you can't die well!"

instantaneous.

The crowd was furious.

The world is full of foul language.

All kinds of swearing words greet the past.

Extraterritorial.

In nothingness.

The stars are floating in the sky.

Each one buries hundreds of millions of dead and slowly wakes up.

They are surrounded by a bronze coffin, bigger than ordinary stars, covered with bronze rust and carved with evil scenes, showing the terrible scenes of father son fratricidal, trampling women and children, killing and cannibalism.

In the coffin.

There's a sliver.

Pour out endless evil power, turn into evil wind.

Sweeping the 32 prefectures of the Qianyuan Dynasty, the three trillion living beings heard the evil sound.

"Those who humiliate me will suffer and kill me!"

All of a sudden!

The abuse stopped.

All living beings have a stagnant chest.

It's like being held by the heart, feeling cold death.

"No, I'm in pain..." a monk scolded fiercely, his illness broke out and turned into a bronze statue, which was extremely ferocious.

"I'm wrong. Please let us go!" Many villagers were frightened.

"I didn't scold you!"

"I'm sorry!"

All of a sudden.

Shut up, people.

Fear is supreme authority.

The Lord of bronze is gloomy and says:

"The pestilence of the bronze rust is the punishment of heaven, to punish you and other sinners."

"If you want to save yourself, cook the bronze corpse, drink hot water, repent the crime and abuse the body, as a forgiveness, you can get rid of the shackles of illness!"

Wen Yan.

The world is in consternation.

Everyone hesitated.

The more you think, the more wrong you are.

"I'll try. I'm dying anyway!"

A friar was terminally ill. Seeing the hope, he tried immediately.

He picked a bronze corpse and boiled it into soup. It was black and smelly, with a strong smell of copper rust.

Drink it all in one gulp.

He fell on his knees and kept kowtowing.

Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong.

"Bronze is the best. I sincerely repent. I abandoned my family and abandoned my son in order to cultivate immortals, and attacked others secretly in order to get the elixir..."

With the sound of kowtow, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another.

"Look

"The rust spots are gone."

"The method is effective, and I will repent!"

Mo Tu sees LaoLa: "everyone, I think this method is strange."

Unfortunately, the villagers were driven crazy by the plague. Now they see some hope: "if you don't want to drink, don't worry about us!"

Their scarlet eyes were full of madness and hysteria.

next.

Xiao Mo sees a scene of horror.

They devour the same kind, abuse the flesh and repent one after another.

Wailing and blood, pain and redemption, a scene of hell.

"The master of bronze is the true God, and the God of China is the evil one!" A monk was bleeding all over, but his face showed the sacred expression of redemption.

"True and good hope is good for nothing, only pain can redeem it!"

"From now on, I believe in bronze!"

The villagers are crazy.

He rushed into the temple of China and smashed the clay statue.

Qin Li has not been worshipped for long and has fallen to the altar completely.

Mo Tu's eyes are full of despair and sorrow: "little devil, let's go!"

Ye and sun helped them to leave.

Right now.

The chaos intensified in the Qianyuan period.

Qin Li steered the bronze island and saw countless tragedies.

In order to forgive, repent and suppress the plague, some people cut their hands and feet, some cut their tongues, some blinded their eyes

There is a woman who is beautiful and many men are jealous. In order to repent, she pours hot oil on her face.

Another pair of ignorant parents, in order to protect their full moon children from getting sick, irrigated them with copper rust hot water and burned them to death

This kind of tragedy, too many, too many.

"People today are ghosts. Qianyuan is purgatory!"

Qin Li closed his eyes and could still hear the crazy cry of all living beings.

Qin Lianyi looks at countless creatures, bloody self mutilation, showing a happy expression, strange goose bumps.

Old devil Dugu frowned at Chengchuan: "the master of bronze is a good means. Pain is the best nutrient for evil power. If you provide for it in this way, you can drink poison to quench your thirst. Before long, people will turn into zombies and the world will be dark forever."

Move on.

Another village.

The villagers offered a bronze sculpture.

Daily bloodletting, watering bronze, more and more strange.

"Stop it

"Stop hurting yourself!"

Qin Li stepped out of the air and stopped the crowd.

The villagers exclaimed: "it's a great friar, so powerful!"

"What about the great friar? He can't save us. Only the master of bronze is the Savior. We should try our best to repent!"

Qin Li said:

"Pain cannot be forgiven!"

"Self mutilation will only increase the power of the plague!"

"Only with a good heart and self-reliance, can we achieve success, pull out the rust plague and save ourselves!"

Say it!

The pagoda of merit emerges.

It is no longer as glorious and sacred as it used to be.

It looks yellow and dusty, old and cracked.

This is a sign of the collapse of the merit system.

But Qin Liren did not give up.

Try to make light.

Boom!

The golden light is shining.

Shining on a group of suffering people.

"So hot, do you want to kill us?"

"This torture cannot be redeemed!"

"He must be evil!"

The villagers exclaimed.

The whole body squeaks black gas.

It's like scraping the bone late. They're dead in pain.

"You don't have good thoughts any more. Even the sunlight can't be saved!"

Qin Li sighed helplessly.

He understood that Qianyuan was rotten to the core.

People don't want to chase the candle of hope, just want to suffer in the dark.

Because hard work is painful and difficult, but degeneration is easy and comfortable, which is the malpractice of human nature and the source of evil force.

"Go away!"

"We don't need you!"

"Devil, you have the seed to kill me!"

The villagers were furious and scolded as if they were going to eat Qin Li.

There is a crack on the pagoda of forty-eight merits and virtues. Before, they met dozens of villages, all like this.

Qin Lianyi couldn't bear it. She said angrily, "stupid fool, my father is the God of China. You not only don't believe it, but also believe in the Lord of bronze. You deserve it!"

The villagers were shocked

"So you are Huashen!"

"Damn Huashen, but a monk!"

"If you are full of truth, goodness and beauty, you will be damned by heaven."

Qin Lianyi stamped her feet angrily.

"Let's go!"

Qin Li shook his head helplessly.

I went to several affected villages and towns.

It turned out to be like this, with a lot of abuse.

Qin Lianyi snorted angrily: "father, all living beings are not worth saving."

"Don't say that, they are innocent, too!" Qin Li said.

All of a sudden!

He realized something.

Take out the lamp of kindness and the candle goes out.

"People are no longer kind and there is no need for this lamp to exist."

Qin Li was speechless. He closed his eyes and sighed.

It's very faint.

He heard crying.

"Don't die, grandfather!"

Small ink holding ink, crying.

Qin Li remembers the two grandsons and goes forward to help them.

Unfortunately, it's too late. Mo Tu has turned into a corpse, covered with rust and stiff as a bronze statue.

The old man's face is still in pain. His eyes are looking at the sky, showing endless loneliness and reluctance. The corners of his mouth are falling. He seems to lament the passing of his ideal and worry more about his grandson's future.

"I'm late!"

Qin Li fell to the ground, unable to overcome his grief.

Small Mo Zheng Zheng looks at him, tears rush out.

"Huashen, my grandfather died in agony. He was tortured by the plague for 30 days!"

Qin Li bowed his head

"It's all my incompetence!"

Xiaomo tried to wipe away his tears and gritted his teeth

"No, the Lord of bronze is too hateful, and all living beings are too ignorant!"

Qin Li touched his head and said with a gentle smile, "otherwise, you will live here, far away from the secular world."

"Thank you Huashen!"

Xiao Mo's tears wet his skirt

"But I don't want to escape from this chaotic world."

"I'm going to send my grandfather back to his hometown, and then survey the whole picture of Huazhou, and burn the map to my grandfather to comfort his spirit in heaven!"

Qin Li nodded.

"I have the backbone, I support it!"

He gave some gifts, including pills and Gongfa.

After Xiaomo thanks again and again, carrying his grandfather's body, he resolutely embarks on a hard road.

"Dad, is he going to be ok?" Qin Lianyi worries.

"A good man is safe all his life!"

Qin Li flicked his finger.

Air transport Purple Dragon emerges.

Fly out a scale, into the top of the small ink.

With a trace of emperor's luck, he will die and live well.

Now!

Far away.

Several escape light quickly hit.

Soon fell in front of me, showing a few saints.

Compared with before, they are high spirited and their strength has been greatly improved.

"King Qin, what's the matter with you calling so anxiously?"

Qin Li looked at them and said coldly:

"You drank fairy blood!"