Help, I've become a paper man

After the priest took back his strength, he became even stronger, and the mountain road became more and more difficult to walk on. When they reached the mountain gate, the two could no longer run. Unlike before when they were bleeding, the pain of frostbite was even worse. Their bodies were protesting, but the priest still chased them relentlessly.

Song Yi gritted his teeth and threw Xuanyunduo in, letting Xuanyunduo leverage on his shoulders. After that, he ran out of strength and fell backwards into the temple. Xuanyunduo's thin body supported his back and prevented him from hitting the ground with his head. They both fell to the ground together. Song Yi tried his best to roll sideways to avoid putting all his weight on Xuanyunduo, but he still heard a muffled groan from the girl.

One of his legs was still on the doorstep. Seeing the stick coming, he reached out to Endless Firepower and pulled out a glove. He only had time to put it on the fingers of his right hand. With a light flick of his fingertips, the mechanism popped out. There was a "click" sound hidden in the drumbeat, and in the subsequent fist clenching, his body was pulled away by a thin wire, and the stick rubbed past his ankle and hit the ground.

Xuanyunduo, who had just climbed up, was almost scared to tears. He stumbled two steps inside, then stopped, stood facing the door, blocking Song Yi behind him. It was a standard protective posture, which surprised Song Yi for a moment.

I heard her say: "Lord Yan can find me, if I die..."

"Stop!" Song Yi interrupted her, still feeling horrified. Letting an underage child die for him was a world-class horror story.

He took off the equipment in his hand, threw it back to Infinite Firepower, sat up slowly, and said to Xuan Duoduo's back: "Don't worry, I still want to introduce you to something fun, such as the elastic gloves just now. I call it 'Peter cosplay equipment value-added'."

Xuanyunduo didn't look back or answer, and she held back the tears that were about to burst out.

The sad atmosphere was shattered by one sentence. Xuanyunduo was affected by him. For a moment, she even wanted to ask if this was a product under Yan Changyue's name. She didn't know what product placement was. It hadn't become popular in this world yet, and she was still distracted.

The drums stopped, and the priest stopped outside the mountain gate, watching this farce, feeling even colder. Song Yi, who was looking at him, smiled, and slowly stood up, saying, "You must be tired after chasing all the way. Now this story is called, Rebirth: I Want to Be the Monkey King."

Once again, he said some crap that no one cared about, completely destroying the little atmosphere that was left.

"Just a joke." He continued, dragging his wounds towards the temple, and did not forget to turn around and say to Xuanyunduo: "Let's go, we are in the safe zone."

Xuanyunduo remained vigilant and retreated towards the temple, still paying attention to the priest's movements. When he saw him step over the threshold, he called out to Song Yi and then went back to preparing for battle.

The priest didn't look at her, his eyes fell on the dirty wall, and asked, "Did you find it?"

It seemed like he was talking to them, or to someone else. His tone was so gentle that Song Yi shuddered. He felt that the latter possibility was more likely. He spoke weakly,

"The keywords are all related to each other, what else can't you guess?"

After hearing such irritating words in such a tone, the priest's attention shifted back to him. His murderous intent became even stronger, but he reluctantly retracted it the next second, as if he was going to let them go.

The priest said, "Leave the village and go wherever you are supposed to go."

The man was in a completely protective posture. Seeing this change in his expression, Song Yi was overwhelmed with emotion. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to do it here? Or are you going to kill someone here?"

The priest did not answer. He lowered his head, suppressed his anger, and said in a low voice, "You should leave now."

Song Yi didn't respond. He touched the shovel with his toes and said, "I was thinking before that the legends left by the monks in the temple should be about Buddha and Bodhisattva. Why is it that in the legends, it is immortals? These villagers really don't believe in Buddhism, and he... lives an extremely hard life, right?"

This sentence is three-tenths vague, one-tenth is meaningful, the remaining five-tenths are associations, and only one-tenth involves intelligence analysis.

The priest suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with hatred, and said, "Poor? Haha, poor, he did good deeds all his life, but was bullied and harmed by others!"

Song Yi asked: "What about you?"

The priest's body trembled slightly, and his strong emotions slowed down. He unexpectedly calmed down and said, "I am a fool. I believed whatever he said, and I came back late."

Song Yi said "Ah", and then asked: "Did he let you out?"

Seven points rely on guesswork, playing the role of a supporting actor.

It seemed that he had been unable to talk for too long. The priest looked at him and answered his question, saying, "How could that be? He wanted to learn from the Bodhisattva. He wanted to take risks. He was worried about those people and me. He knew that there were starving people everywhere, so he didn't even dare to let his disciples go out. How could he dare to say that he ate Ganoderma lucidum?"

The information contained in it was a little unexpected, blurring his guess. He originally thought it was a victim, but unexpectedly it was a devotee. Although he was not sure about the effect of Ganoderma lucidum, it was not difficult to guess based on the copy and the "Tang Monk's meat" he mentioned to provoke the other party... With the content too heavy in front of him, Song Yi couldn't make a witty remark for a while.

In his silence, the priest who had just begun to pour out his words received no response, and his calmed emotions began to surge again. As he walked away from him, he asked, "Those people used his flesh and blood to survive the famine, locked him up when he was weak, and used his immortality to deceive more people... What are you thinking about?"

There were more questions in the following words. Song Yi knew that he was not targeting him. A normal person in this situation would want to know from other people whether the master's dedication was worth it and gain the master's admiration. Even if he disagreed with the master's approach in words, he might also want others to affirm his sacrifice based on his life.

But Song Yi said: "I originally thought that his flesh and blood were special and that eating them would prolong one's life, and that he was targeted by evil people. Now I see... he is also a pitiful person with mortal flesh."

If there really were no "superpowers" in this world, Song Yi would have believed the story of eating Ganoderma lucidum. Now thinking about it again, it was probably a superpower like enhanced recovery ability.

It was a frank statement, but it was also something the priest didn't like. His anger reached its peak. Before he could speak, Song Yi continued, "Is he still here?"

The priest was surprised and asked, "How did you know that?"

Song Yi replied: "Now I know."

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Xuan Duoduo, who was watching them from the side, had already sat on the ground. Watching this scene, he confirmed in his heart again that he should ignore Song Yi. This man was talking nonsense to pull others into his own thinking, and then rely on his experience...

Half a minute later, the priest said again: "You should leave. I can send you away."

Song Yi asked: "Your current appearance is related to maintaining this world, right?"

The priest shook his head and immediately said, "It has nothing to do with you."

So, Song Yi nodded in understanding and continued, "Is that your self-punishment? If this is the surface world, and the villagers are in the inner world, the repetitive process is not surprising. They also use the name of the master to deceive passers-by and then travel. You let them think that they are alive and repeat their actions in their previous lives to avenge them and torture yourself?"

After he finished speaking, the priest laughed out loud. It was not the crazy laugh from before, but a bit of joy. He said in a relaxed tone: "How can living in confusion be considered revenge? You guessed wrong this time. They are awake and in pain. Only then can they understand the despair of my master waiting for death in weakness!"

Song Yi looked at him without saying anything. This was not his experience, nor his pain. He had no right to judge, but...

Xuanyuduo asked: "There are still people missing and dying here, and there are even people who are not well handled here..."

She spoke vaguely, her brows furrowed, and while rejecting her ID card, she continued with difficulty: "Is the ceremony special to this place? This ceremony is important. You don't care if the person invited is a potential criminal, a corrupt cop, or something else."

The priest replied lightly: "It's what you deserve."

Xuanyunduo looked at Song Yi, and he lived up to expectations, taking over the topic and asking: "Do those missing people deserve it?"

The priest said, "Ask the little girl in front of you. It wasn't me who did it."

Song Yi sighed and said, "You provide shelter and a place for evil to commit crimes, and you often do it yourself. Your anger has lasted too long."

The priest asked, “Shouldn’t I be angry?”

Song Yi shook his head and said, "You can be angry, you should be angry. If you don't react, he might as well raise a piece of barbecued pork than accept you as his apprentice. But you also know that innocent people should not die on this land, so why don't you kill people here?"