After being targeted by a paranoid god [Quick Transmigration]

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Are you monks so kind and charitable?

Why can't he believe it?

Su Mo frowned tightly, looking at the hand carved from white jade that the monk handed to him in front of him, but he didn't have any intention to put his own hand on it.

The monk seemed to have seen what Su Mo meant, and sighed regretfully, and took his hand back without feeling embarrassed at all.

"Then, please wait for a while, little monk."

He covered his face with his sleeve and coughed a few times, then he showed a soft and comforting smile to Su Mo.

"It will be all right soon."

Even if you can't see his face, this person will still make people feel like a spring breeze - this is a kind of terrible affinity that is born with him. Presumably, even if he is an enemy, it is difficult to raise the butcher knife in his hand in front of him.

Su Mo raised his eyebrows.

"it is good."

He also had a lot to ask this monk, such as where is this place?What happened to those ghosts and monsters?Why was he attracted here?What is the relationship between the golden stupa in the distance and the monk in front of him?

These are all what Su Mo wants to know.

In fact, the monk didn't make Sumo wait too long.He stepped on the flowery road when he came, fiddled with Buddhist beads in his hand, and chanted scriptures in his mouth, walking among the prostrate ghosts and monsters.Along with his chanting, the golden Buddhist verses turned into shining runes, floated out of his body, and drifted in all directions.

Su Mo blinked, and clearly saw that those golden verses collided with black air currents one after another, and then both of them turned into nothingness, dissipated in mid-air, and turned into Mi powder.Su Mo stretched out his hand, caught a little bit of the powder formed by mixing black and gold, and rubbed it with his fingers, leaving a faint trace.

The two-color powder "rusted" from the sky, and with the disappearance of those black evil spirits, the thick black clouds in the sky were gradually dispelled, and finally revealed the blue sky again.

Even though it was still the blood-colored sun and the blood-colored waning moon, the pagoda emitting golden light replaced the role that the sun and the moon should have played, reflecting this world like daylight.

Large lotus flowers bloomed from the monk's feet, spreading all the way to the distance, covering almost all the scorched land as far as the eye could see.

Bloody tears flowed down the faces of those ferocious ghosts, and they assumed the most pious and humble postures, as if they had fallen into a swamp, "sinking" bit by bit.

First the legs, then the waist, slowly reaching the neck, until finally there is not even a single strand of hair left on the ground in the world.

Only then did the monk let out a long, long breath, as if he had finally accomplished some great event.

"donor."

He folded his hands towards Su Mo and saluted from afar.

"What the little monk has to do has been temporarily completed. For your questions and confusion, please discuss it with the little monk after entering the pagoda."

Su Mo was also a man of high skill and boldness. He was not at all afraid of whether the monk was plotting something secretly, so he readily agreed and walked towards the tower.

Strange to say, the tower was obviously far away and out of reach, but now when Sumo really made up his mind to go there, it didn't take too long physically, he had already come At the foot of the pagoda, we faced the monk who couldn't see his true face.

There is a faint scent of sandalwood coming from the monk's body, which is the smell of Buddhist scriptures, and there is also a little bit of somo that is very familiar, but for a while, I can't tell what it is.

"Please come in with me."

The monk looked at the clear sky, but when Su Mo followed his line of sight, he found that there was already blackness in the sky, and at some point, it quietly climbed up bit by bit.

"When it gets dark again, it won't be a time to talk with peace of mind."

He looked at Su Mo and suddenly smiled.

"Ah, of course."

The monk said.

"If you are the benefactor, even without the blessing of this pagoda, nothing will happen to you."

What he said was vague, and Su Mo couldn't figure out what was hidden afterwards because of the unequal information he got.

But out of extreme confidence in his own strength, Su Mo followed the opponent into the tower.

I don't know if it was his own illusion, but Su Mo always felt that when he stepped into that pagoda, the golden light on the pagoda seemed to become dimmer from the corner of his eye.

The gate of the ancient pagoda slowly closed behind them, as if something terrible and ancient was locked inside.

The monk took Somo all the way to the top of the pagoda.In the lower floors, Sumo could also see enshrined Buddha statues, scriptures, or magical instruments, but on the topmost floor, except for the candles used for lighting, there were only two futons.

The monk knelt and sat on one of the futons first, then turned his head slightly, and nodded to Su Mo, apparently hoping that he would sit on another futon.

Su Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, intending to see what the other party was going to do, so he bent his knees and sat down on the futon with his legs propped up.

"The little monk's common name is Qi Lian, so the benefactor can call him that."

Su Mo's eyes moved slightly.

He remembered his new landlord, whose name seemed to be only one word different from the person in front of him.

Qi Lian, Qi Liansheng.

He couldn't help but become a little curious.

He patted the ground lightly, and immediately a small table popped out, on which were placed two small and delicate teacups, and a small brass pot that was emitting steam from the spout.Qi Lian gathered her wide sleeves, lifted the pot, poured green tea soup from it, and pushed one of the cups in front of Su Mo.

"I don't know how to call the benefactor?"

"I'm Sumo."

"Sumo..." The other party repeated the name several times, his eyes hidden under the white veil slightly rolled up, as if smiling, "The little monk has memorized it."

"Where is this place?"

Somo asked.

Qi Lian gently put down the teacup in his hand, and when it came into contact with Xiaoji, he made a very crisp, "dang" sound.

"This is the land of ten thousand demons. The pagoda guards and transforms countless evil spirits here together with me. ——As you can see, even though I often perform the large-scale purification ceremony just now, but In fact, it can’t really play any substantive role.”

Qi Lian turned his gaze to the sky outside the window.It was clear that all the darkness had just been wiped away before, and the clear blue sky was as clear as washing, but in the blink of an eye, you can see that the blackness has re-occupied the sky, and it will not be long before this rare light will disappear , leaving only what Sumo saw before—the dark night, the blood moon, the setting sun, and the majestic golden light of the pagoda.

Qi Lian, who was wearing a monk's robe, stared at the moon outside the window for a while, then turned to look at Su Mo with a half-smile.

"You will be attracted here, and you will be allowed to pass through that barrier. You must be some kind of evil thing, right?"

Buddha said so gently.

Along with his words, golden chains rushed out from the wall, the ground, and the ceiling, rushing towards Somo.

In the gaps of countless golden intertwined chains, Su Mo saw the eyes of the Buddha, like the dark red after the blood dried up, and the evil eyes were not like the eyes that a monk should have.

"So—what are you?"

This sentence was like something that broke the taboo, and the nine-story pagoda began to shake violently and tremble.Su Mo deftly avoided those chains and jumped out of the window.

But no matter whether it was Qi Lian or the chains, they all stayed in the tower, and they didn't chase Su Mo out.

In the eyes of the fallen Sumo, the shadow of the pagoda and the Buddha standing on the top window smiling at him were reflected.

[We will meet again. 】

The man said to him silently.

[One day you will come back to me by yourself... We will definitely meet again. 】

*****

Somo fell to the ground.

The moon above the head is the most normal color, and Lang Lang's moonlight illuminates the dark road at night.

The street lamps on both sides of the road cast warm yellow light, and the sound of insects sounded from time to time in the grass beside it.

So Somo knew that he had returned to the normal, "ordinary human" world from that magical land of all demons.

This matter was revealed to be weird from the beginning to the end, but Su Mo probably didn't have any aftertaste to think about now.

He's in trouble.

At the end of the street ahead, under the street lamp, a figure stood leaning against the wall.The street lamp was turned off and cast a long shadow on him. When he stood there, he didn't look like a human being, but rather a monster born from the darkness and shadows.

Hearing Su Mo's approaching footsteps, the other party raised his head and smiled at Su Mo.

"Summer."

The other party covered his lips and coughed while asking.

"It's so late, why are you outside?"

Qi Liansheng raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, raised his face and asked Su Mo.

The Sumo reflected in his eyes, in addition to the black evil aura already on his body, also has some... the golden aura that Qi Liancheng is very familiar with, but is even more disgusting.

So he laughed even more heart-palpitating.

"And where did you go to get this unpleasant smell?"

"That's...but it's not okay?"