Section 29, the weight of the tip of the iceberg

Killing without hatred, he smiled and said, "The poor monk is indeed a beast, but an old sheep who becomes an essence."

Ah? Xiao Xinyi whispered, isn't this Liaozhai? You know, Xiao Xinyi has never experienced any supernatural events. Even today's box of human heads is at most a terrorist case. Now some people admit that they are an old sheep and an elite. Xiao Xinyi's idea is that this person is too shameless. She is shameless and admits that she is a beast. Again, I think that the other party calls himself an old sheep and an essence. Isn't that a sheep snake **? Still, still, it's really shameless!

Then I accidentally thought of the twists and turns of love with the bastard around me in my dream. The clouds and rain went to Wushan together were as delicate as if in front of me. Xiao Xinyi, who was so ashamed that she was originally careless, suddenly blushed her cheeks.

Ye Yi ignored so much. At this time, he had completely woken up and secretly guarded the other party's reach and the means behind it. On the other hand, he wanted to delay the time, at least let the three monks find a way to recover. It's just that Ye Yi really doesn't know what the three monks have received, so he became like this. The best way is to let him have a look, but at this time, the big enemy was in front, and Ye Yi was not sure that he would really win the old sheep.

As soon as he waved his hand, Ye Yiyi said, "I don't care whether you are a beast or a beast. Tell me, I really want to know your purpose."

He said, "The poor monks and apprentices are only responsible for a part of a certain major event. I don't know the details, but I can tell you. Many people have planned this matter for six or seven hundred years and have been waiting for six or seven hundred years. Now it's just taking action and making many efforts. As for revenge, it's just my teacher's hand.

Huh? What do you plan for six or seven hundred years? Even if you want to have another revolution and a new yellow robe, it will only take a hundred years, right?

"What's the matter?" Ye Yi asked.

Killing without revenge shook his head and said, "Well, it seems that I'm going to resurrect a big man. Hey hey, I'm not afraid to tell you that the identity of the family teacher is just a peripheral person in their place. The strength and power of the other party is not as simple as you can imagine."

Is it alarmist?

Is it treacherous and cunning?

Ye Yi didn't know that he just said the truth about their two brothers, but even if he heard it, he may not reply. But it doesn't mean that these words are true or false.

A person who is as powerful as the truth can only condescend to a peripheral member who works in a certain organization or group? Such an organization is simply unheard of and unheard of.

"Will I believe what you said?" Ye Yi asked coldly.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. The poor monk never lies. This is still a well-known thing." Kill without hatred and laugh.

"What's wrong with them?" If you don't lie, you will know as soon as you try. Ye Yi pointed to the old man beside him and asked.

Killing Wuqiu said, "It's poisoned, 333 wronged ghosts, let these people poison into the body. The old man next to you is dying.

Ye Yi slowly tilted his head and tried to keep the corner of his eyes. After observing the act of killing without hatred, he looked at the old man.

The old man blinked his eyes and tried to speak. In the end, he could only nod his head with difficulty to prove that it was true.

Ye Yi knew the reason in his heart, but he was relieved.

The poison may be as difficult for ordinary people to eradicate as an intractable disease. But for Taoist people, it's just a matter of recuperation. Don't look at the old tall head like this. It looks like his life is on the line. In fact, as long as it is operated properly, it will lose some yang and longevity at most, and the three monks don't care. As long as they buy them time, waking up is the inevitable result.

But can you really get time?

The vengeful monk's words could not be more clear. Their group accidentally entered the Longtan Tiger Cave. If it hadn't been for Fahua's last moment to wake up these people, I'm afraid they would have died cleanly now.

Now that he is careful, Ye Yi is also afraid that he will take a wrong step, which will lead to the consequences of immortality. As for Mr. Taiyi, Yang Guang and other people outside, I'm afraid they can't take care of it! Only when you can go out alive can you hope to think about what to do next. After all, Ye Yi is not the reckless stunned man of Yang Guang. At this point, Yang Guang has never been able to catch up with Ye Yi's maturity.

"Let's talk about your plan and what you know. You see, I'm also a curious person." Ye Yi shrugged his shoulders and said. But if he doesn't understand, he won't be deceived by his appearance. Ye Yi is always nervous, and his defensive posture seems to be scattered, but in fact, his feet are slightly staggered. Such a posture can make the best attack distance at any time. Moreover, because his legs are slightly crossed, the wide angle of swing during combat will also be large. A big increase.

Killing Wuqiu smiled and said, "I know you're procrastinating time. Why am I?"

Ye Yi's heart was cold, but he didn't know why the other party delayed the time. You know, there are not only Mr. Taiyi outside, but also Zhao Lei and his family in Yang Guang's family. Sleepiness may not be able to trap them. Ye Yi is confident that he can still do it no matter how hard he can save his life. At this time, such an idea is not selfish, nor is it selfish. Going to the same can solve the problem. Ye Yi is never stingy, but if he can't solve it, Ye Yi won't do it. He has never admitted that he is a gentle gentleman.

"Then tell me about it." This is the end of Ye Yi's words, and it's just this sentence. This is a good opportunity. Maybe with the mouth of this old sheep spirit, we can solve a lot of puzzles in Ye Yi's heart.

For a long time, there has been a mystery in Ye Yi's heart, neither sooner nor later. In the past few months, Ye Yi has an ominous foreboding that some kind of big event seems to happen, but whether it is Mr. Taiyi's night view of the sky or the flash of Buddhism, there is no sign.

But Ye Yi felt it and really felt that a huge threat was slowly approaching the world. That feeling seemed very ridiculous. How to describe it? The feeling of the American blockbuster "Independence Day" where aliens occupy the earth. It seems that it is irresistible and incapable of the enemy.

The feeling at that level is very strange. However, there is no clue at all. It seems that every time a little clue is traced, it will be like a straight steel cable, broken, and then the flying wire at both ends will be cut like a knife. Whoever dares to approach will be completely injured.

Killing Wuqiu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "It is said that nine things can be gathered together to open the final secret. Neither the secret holder nor us peripherals know what the final result is, but adhering to the concept of nearly a thousand years, those people have been working hard. I can tell you that there are seven groups of people like us, who are doing the same thing in 7 different places.

"What's the matter?"

"Collect, we are just responsible for collecting something."

"What about?"

"For example, merit. Yin Cao's merit. We need to collect the merits and virtues of seven different great virtues. Over the years, our three masters and apprentices have only collected five. It was not until recently that my teacher found that in fact, different merits can be gathered together to form a new great virtues.

Merit? Why do you want this? It's not necessary for a living person. Ye Yi couldn't figure out why the other party wanted to collect merits. Is it for use after death? But merit is not a bank account. It can be transferred. It is very laborious to steal other people's merits.

And there are seven groups of people, that is to say, everyone has to collect seven kinds? Seventy-seven forty-nine kinds will cover almost all the great merits under the world. What on earth are they planning? What kind of thing should be put into so much manpower, material resources, financial resources, and even hundreds of years to plan and prepare?

"Is there anything else?" Ye Yi asked tentatively.

He really dares to say anything, and he doesn't mind telling the big secret at all.

[How many fights do you have in your hand?] When I was a child, old people often said, "One bucket of poverty and two buckets of wealth, three buckets and four buckets to sell tofu, five buckets and six buckets to open pawnshops, seven buckets and eight buckets to make officials, nine buckets and ten buckets to enjoy happiness." Those who don't fight can't afford to hurt. They are angels with broken wings...