Chapter 1997: Old man and alcoholic

Sometimes the more obvious the truth, the more careful you think about it, the less you can get the answer.

In Bai Li's eyes, Zhao Youtian was dumbfounded all day long, but Bai Li didn't even dream of it. Today's Zhao Youtian said something that he hadn't even thought about.

It seems to be asking the eight-armed demon god, but in fact, isn't Bai Li asking himself?

The evil spirit is too heavy, but if there is no evil spirit, then is Baili still Baili?

For such a long time, Bai Li has always been trapped in a vicious circle by his own thoughts, unable to get out of it.

But now what Zhao Youtian said suddenly gave Bai Li a sense of openness.

The Buddha is compassionate, but the Buddha will also be angry.

Isn’t that the case for the Demon God? Even though the Demon God’s killing intent is overwhelming, but as long as the faith is always firm in his heart, what is the important and unimportant point of whether the killing intent is heavy or not?

Holding the clay in his hands, Bai Li's hands quickly squeezed on top of the clay. After a while, a small size of Bai Li's head fabricated from the clay appeared in his hands.

Bai Li stood up from under the willow tree and took the eight-armed Demon God he had just fabricated. The next moment Baili's head was already embedded in the body of the eight-armed Demon God.

When this head was embedded in the Eight-armed Demon God, Bai Li seemed to have seen the Eight-armed Demon God who had stepped on the world and killed the gods countless times!

"Hahahaha!" Baili suddenly laughed wildly. At this moment, Baili felt that the haze in his heart had been swept away, replaced by infinite clarity.

What eight-armed Demon God, what might be mighty domineering, in fact, the Eight-armed Demon God is himself, his past is his past, and his future is his future. From the moment he was born, he has been one with himself. It's just that I never realized this problem, so I kept thinking about what the Eight-Armed Demon God was like.

But at this moment, Bai Li has the answer. He is himself. The Eight-armed Demon God does not even need eight arms, because everything is just appearance. The true Eight-armed Demon God does not need appearance at all, as long as he keeps his own heart is enough. Up!

Zhao Youtian watched Bai Li suddenly laughed wildly and his face was filled with puzzlement, but at this moment he felt that Uncle Bai in front of him was different.

The feeling Bai Li gave Zhao Youtian all the time was gloomy and gloomy, as if he was still lifeless, but at this moment Bai Li suddenly became flesh and blood, and the same Bai Li suddenly released a feeling that made Zhao Youtian feel oppressed. Something with a strong sense, Zhao Youtian doesn't know what this kind of thing is!

This is the general trend of Baili! It also belongs to the general trend of the Eight-Armed Demon God!

Although the power has not yet returned, Bai Li at this moment has regained the general trend that belongs to the arrow demon!

"What is right and wrong! What is born and killed! They are just appearances, as long as the belief in the heart is firm enough, then everything is just appearances!"

Bai Li was standing there at this time, but Zhao Youtian felt that he was facing a majestic mountain. That kind of oppression made Zhao Youtian feel that he was so small.

But this feeling disappeared in an instant! Replaced by a peaceful uncle Bai!

Heart is like water! This is Bai Li's state of mind at this time. The murderous intent and anger that used to be can no longer control Bai Li's heart. At this time, he can only control his anger!

One thought is universal, and I have always been struggling with the problem of life or death, but in fact, this problem is not a problem at all. My real problem is that I cannot control everything with a peaceful mind. Once I get angry, I will lose it directly. Most of the reason has entered a state of mad dog.

But from this moment on, it will never happen again. Whether it is killing or other things, I can always deal with it with the most peaceful mind.

"Arrow Demon Ring, shouldn't it be time to return the power to me?" Bai Li said to the Arrow Demon ring in his heart at this time, but Bai Li felt regretful that the Arrow Demon ring still did not have the bird himself.

"Nima..." Baili cursed secretly in his heart, but Baili knew why, because he hadn't found faith yet.

Belief is the source of strength that supports a person’s continuous journey. I used to believe in protecting my relatives and friends, but I have been downgrading this belief all the way to this day. So unless I establish a new belief, I can’t Take back strength.

But this time, Bai Li was not too nervous. After all, his state of mind was back, so would his belief be far behind?

Qingtian City Gate, the war has little impact on Qingzhou, so Qingtian City is basically what should be done here. At this time, there are countless carriages coming in and out around the gate. Merchants from all over the city will send them the characteristics they have drawn from all sides Qingtian City also sent various specialties of Qingtian City to various places The side gate of Qingtian City was prepared for the people entering the city gate. At this time, before the side gate, an extremely amiable old man was full of faces. He looked at Qingtian City in front of him in red.

But compared with the kindness on his face, at this moment, his eyes showed a deep gaze that was like a vast star.

In such eyes, a deep murderous intent flashed past. The old man condensed the murderous intent in his eyes and planned to enter the side door at the beginning, but when the old man just walked to the side door, he suddenly flew in the distance. A dark wine jar came.

The old man didn't even move his head. The whole person just dodged out for half a meter like a ghost shadow, but the moment the old man flashed out for half a meter, the wine jar suddenly turned in a strange direction in the air. He hit the old man's head again.

The old man frowned slightly, his fingers lifted, and he pointed out his intention to smash the flying wine jar into the air, but when the old man's fingers were halfway up, there was a hint of disbelief on his face. Lulu, the next moment his hand was so frozen in the air, and then he could only watch the wine jar flew in front of him and slammed on his face door to crack!

The broken wine jar did not hurt the old man, but the spilled wine directly spilled the old man into a chicken.

But the old man didn't care about the ticking liquor on his face. The old man's eyes fell on the old man who looked drunk sitting by the city gate.

The old man was drunk and his red nose could tell that he should be an alcoholic, but at this moment the alcoholic looked at the old man who was hit by himself with a smile on his face.

Compared to the smile on this drunkard’s face, the old man who was smashed looked astonished, and even a hint of disbelief could be seen in his eyes...