Chapter 218 Three Demon Kings

When the Buddha gold arrived, Moke did not thank the Buddha and the demon monk again. He directly followed the path and went to the edge of the wilderness again.

After walking in the wilderness for many days, Moko's strength, coupled with the invisible beads that can hide his body, there is no risk. He took Xiaojin to the edge of the wilderness. It is worth mentioning that although Xiaojin, obviously, has not fully grown up, under Moke's continuous guidance, he actually knows how to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and condense the demon elixir.

As they get closer and closer to the edge of the wilderness, there is a trace of anger. There are mostly ordinary beasts here. Occasionally, some practitioners control various magic weapons, fly, and search for treasure on the edge of the wilderness.

Of course, there will occasionally be some bold practitioners who do not hesitate to go deep into the interior to obtain precious elixirs, ores, etc. at the cost of life.

The sun sets, sprinkled a faint blush, and a peaceful atmosphere.

On the edge of the wilderness, because the land is particularly fertile, there are many mortals. They build villages to catch wild animals, and occasionally some villagers find some precious elixir in exchange for a lot of wealth. However, camping in the wilderness also contains a crisis at any time, and there may be demons in the depths of the wilderness at any time.

A village of thousands of people is leaning against an ancient forest, and there is a long river next to it. At this moment, the sky suddenly flashed a twisted fluctuation, and a figure appeared.

The figure floated in the robe, without a trace of fireworks, and suddenly landed beside the long river. As soon as he turned his hand, a golden monkey appeared and squeaked, looking very excited. This figure is none other than Moko.

"Okay, Xiao Jin, don't be naughty. There is a village in front of you. Let's go!" Touching Xiao Jin's head affectionately, Moke said.

"Squeaky....."

blinking his big eyes, Xiao Jin grinned, but the monkey's claws still held Moke's robe tightly and refused to let go.

With Xiaojin, Moke stepped out step by step, leisurely and quickly. Soon, he came to the entrance of this village.

This village is not small in scale, and many large artificial crossbows have been built at the entrance of the village, rolling stones, and the gate is also inlaid with thick black iron, which looks indestructible. And on the right side of the entrance of the village, there is a mason forest with leaves rattling.

Moke had just arrived at the gate of the village and wanted to shout. When he entered it and asked about the location, an old sob was transmitted to the mangrove.

"Woo-woo..... My old man can't live... Whoo-hoo.... Niu Baer, Dad, I'm sorry!" The old voice echoed, sobbing, indescribably sad and sad.

Hearing this, Moko suddenly frowned and stepped forward. He was like lightning, and with a brush, he had already appeared in the mangrove forest.

"Ah!"

Moke's ghost-like figure immediately scared the crying people in the red maple forest, and then fell to the ground with a sound of exclamation.

This is a simple old man with a gully face, wearing a coarse linen coat, with callous hands, and his body is as thin as a withered material in the wind. The old man's face was still shocked, his eyes were red and swollen, and there were tears hanging on his face, which was indescribably sad.

"Monster..." Trembling and sitting on the ground, the old man shouted in panic.

Obviously, the old man misunderstood himself. Moke hurriedly put his hands together, and the Buddha's light bloomed on his body. He was warm and peaceful. He said softly, "Amitabha Buddha, good, good, father-in-law, the little monk is Moke of Dafan Temple. When he passed here for the first time, don't panic."

"Wow..."

His chest was undulating, and the old man's face gradually calmed down, but then his heart was slightly shocked and he said in shock, "Live Buddha!" You... You are a living Buddha with great power! Living Buddha, God has eyes! Living Buddha, please help me!"

"Bum bang..."

Turning over and knelt down, the old man couldn't speak clearly. He put his hands together and bowed down. His eyes were very sad.

There was a burst of sadness in his heart. Moke waved his hand in a hurry, and suddenly pulled the old man up and said softly, "Amitabha, don't want it like this. Please say it well. As long as I can save you, I will definitely take action."

When the old man heard this, his face softened slightly, and his face was still sad. He said, "Live Buddha, I am the old man in this village. I have been fighting for the village all my life. My son died in the mouth of the beast. Now, I can't even keep my only good granddaughter!"

Huh? What's going on?" With a feeling in his heart, Moke asked again.

We sobbed slightly, and the old man said with a wry smile, "I was originally in this village, and my son died. My granddaughter and I, a lonely old man, were not treated. Life is very hard, but it is also a happy life. However, recently, I heard that three powerful monster kings came here from the depths of the wilderness, directly destroyed several small kings and unified this place. Every village must contribute a 16-year-old girl within a month for the three monster kings to enjoy and eat!"

Speaking of this, the old man was already crying, but he endured the sadness in his heart and continued to say, "Our village has contributed three girls. Now, the village elders have decided to contribute my 14-year-old granddaughter, Rou'er, in exchange for a month of peace. Otherwise, those three When the monster king is angry, the whole village will be exterminated!"

What the old man said was extremely miserable. Although Moke just listened, he could feel the heartache in the old man's heart. He struggled for the village all his life. His son died, and his only granddaughter, who was only 14 years old, was about to become a delicacy in the mouth of a monster.

Suddenly, a huge anger rose in Moke's heart. Such unreasonable and cruel demon practitioners are really hateful.

With a wry smile, the old man continued to cry and said, "After the elders of the village decided on this matter, in order to prevent me from killing myself with my granddaughter, I directly sent someone to rush into my room, captured Rou'er, and imprisoned it. My old man was weak and could only watch Rou'er being killed!"

"Cough..."

Crying sadly and indignantly, the old man suddenly bled, and the red blood and phlegm splashed on the ground, like shocking blood flowers.

In the trembling deep thin palm, the old man grabbed Moke and begged for "living Buddha!" Living Buddha! Please help me! Help me, that softer! If there is anything wrong with Rouer, I won't be able to live!"

There was a burst of anger in his heart, and Moke was already a little angry. It was really damnable to humiliate mortals at will.

A kind smile appeared on his face, and Moke said softly, "Amitabha, it's okay, father-in-law. Since the little monk has encountered this matter, he will naturally not stand by. My Buddha has vast magical power and little evil, not to say. You introduce me to the village, and I'm going to meet the people of the Presbyterian and send Rou'er back to you by the way?

The wind and clouds smiled faintly. At this moment, Moko's smile was deeply engraved in the old man's mind.

When a person is desperate, he often grabs a straw, and he will also grab it desperately without relaxation. This is obviously the case for the old man at this moment.

"Bum-bang..."

He knelt down without hesitation, and the old man kowtowed repeatedly, and his whole body was indescribably pitiful.

"Thank you, Living Buddha! Living Buddha, old man, thank you so much! If you can really save Rouer, my old man will definitely worship the Buddha and pray for the living Buddha every day in my life!"

"Amitabha... You don't have to do this. My father-in-law, my Buddha is very merciful. The little monk is just adhering to the will of the Buddha. With a gentle wave of his right hand, Moco suddenly helped the old man's kneeling body up.