As a curse spirit, I am too invincible

At this moment, A seemed to understand everything suddenly, his eyes lost focus, and then quickly solidified, and now he feels sober like never before.

He covered his eyes with his hands, and couldn't help a grin from the corner of his mouth.

"Ha, haha..." He laughed intermittently, and he didn't mean to explain at all when he faced the puzzled eyes of Kamiki Hui.

That's it.He sighed.No wonder he felt that when he woke up, he would be more vigilant when facing Di Muhui, no wonder he wanted to wave away when Di Muhui touched his head.Because that's what he used to do.

This dream is really beautiful. If it continues, will he live peacefully with Kabuki Hui and Shirase?Like an ordinary kid, make friends, go to school, and then choose a career that you like.

He will grow up like a child from a normal family, and Kamigi Hui will also stay forever.

The dream is so beautiful, but it is so beautiful that it is fake.

He could hardly stop himself from laughing.

He heard the voice of "Dimu Hui".

"Ah, what's the matter with you?" "Dyaki Hui" asked him, and he could even hear the faint concern of Di Muhui.

His laughing stopped.

The expressionless face revealed a certain terrifying aura for a moment, and he lifted the corner of his mouth, because he didn't have the slightest emotion to substitute, but it looked like a smile that was not a smile, which made people scared.His body is still a child, and his face is still childish, but it gives people the impression that this is an awakened adult male lion.

"My name is not A." He took "Dimu Hui"'s hand unhurriedly.

"I'm Chuya Nakahara." Chuya Nakahara's cobalt blue eyes were incredibly bright.

His hand was bright red, and the invincible "Dimuhui" in his impression was instantly pressed to the ground by gravity.

"Dimu Hui"'s dull eyes disappeared together with his body, and at the same time, the world was also fragmented and separated.

The world loses its gravity, houses float and the ground shatters.Trees popped lightly from the ground with their roots.

The limbs of the house where Zhongye was imprisoned in the Central Plains generally disintegrated into various fragments, and the floor under his feet also shattered.

There was a burst of light from Nakahara Chuya, and after the light ended, he became his 22-year-old self again.

Dreams are good, but it is impossible to follow one's own wishes in the world.

Central Plains also put these in their hearts.

going out.All kinds of signs told him that the illusion that almost made him indulge in it was coming to an end.

A sense of dizziness hit him, and Zhong Yuan knew that this was the end.

He closes his eyes.The mental body is like waking up from a dream, transitioning from deep sleep to waking. This process is like surfacing from a high-pressure deep sea, or returning to the plain from the top of a mountain.

……etc--!

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes wide, and the next moment his mental body completely left.

******

The baby was taken away by the monks.

There are wars everywhere, and it is already very difficult for a monk to fill his stomach alone, and it is even more burdensome to have an extra child.

The monk had already planned to save his own food and money. He made his food as liquid as possible—he couldn’t find anything to give the baby—breast milk needed to be found by a married woman. He can't say this kind of thing, and the other party can't pay attention to it, so he can only make do with it in this way.

But when he tried to feed the baby, the baby refused to open his mouth.

Why is this child like this?As a baby, it needs nutritional supplements!

The monk tried various methods.

He gave up his old face and made funny faces to tease the baby. His weather-stained face was full of folds, which looked more like real ghosts than funny faces.The monk didn't pay attention to his own face. He saw the baby smiling as if to save face, and hurriedly wanted to feed the baby, but found that the baby's smile was only a little smile, and the corners of the mouth were raised to make it a smile.

This method cannot be ruled out.

The monk also thought that babies have the natural instinct of sucking, so he washed his hands, and wanted to let the baby suck his hands first to make the baby open his mouth, and then feed him, but no matter how he tempted the baby with his fingers, the baby would treat his fingers as if he was a baby. If nothing.

The monk tried every method he could think of, but he couldn't get the baby to eat food. Even so, he didn't think of opening the baby's mouth violently.

How could a child as small as a little bit do this?

The monk simply regarded the baby as an ordinary child.

Just as he was trying to get the baby to feed, he saw the baby's eyes open -- a child that rarely does.

... The monk was stunned.

The baby looked at him with pure and innocent eyes, and there seemed to be something else in them.

Seemingly understanding the monk's intentions, the baby shook his head under the monk's gaze.

The monk suddenly remembered the identity of the baby - Buddha son.He realized that he never gave the baby food again.

He took the baby to do his old job - wandering around, and then rescued the corpse.

The temple where he used to be was occupied by robbers, so he followed his heart and wanted to do his best to let the dead souls rest in peace.

But now, it is effortless to have an extra baby. He does not need to eat, and he carries a bag of cloth on his back, which will not affect the monk at all.

The monk walked the dry river with the baby, walked through the barren fields, and walked through the dilapidated village.

Babies also grow from infants to children of six years.

Since the monk picked up the baby, he has completed a perfect transformation from a monk with few words to a monk with a lot of talkativeness. It seems that because he has been alone all year round, he has an extra person who can communicate. The accent words want to pour on the child alone.

He told the children all kinds of things he knew, such as rural legends, myths and weirdness, common sense, and what he knew about Buddhism.

The child also listened to him quietly, always with a faint smile on his face.

Hui, not like a child.Monks are aware of this.

It was he himself who told Hui that Hui was a disciple of the Buddha, and Hui's various performances were also in line with the appearance of a disciple of Buddha.

Hui has a steady personality and is trustworthy in his work. At the same time, he has a high level of comprehension. He can understand everything the monks say, and he also possesses magical powers that the monks cannot understand.

In the eyes of the monks, these are all proofs that Hui is a disciple of the Buddha.

His judgment was not wrong.

The monk looked at Hui like this, but suddenly regretted it—he shouldn't have told Hui that Hui was a disciple of the Buddha.

Why do you have to impose your will on Hui because of this?Hasn't my belief in Buddha gradually dimmed?The long-term transcendence is only for the last point of persistence in my heart.

He doesn't even know what he can do other than superseding.

But Hui is different, he is still young, he has a bright future, and has unlimited future possibilities.Perhaps he should slowly let Hui forget the name "Buddha son".

But the news that Hui is a disciple of the Buddha has also spread.Hui is really a good boy. He said he wanted to do good, so he used his ability to help others; he said that the golden double pupil was too obvious, so he used his ability to turn his eyes into ordinary amber.

He should hide it with Hui, so that the title "Buddha son" will gradually disappear from people's minds.

In the following days they lived normally, Hui sensed the meaning of the monk, he just looked at the monk with a pair of eyes open, without talking or asking.

When they came to a place to rest, Hui went to find something to eat.

The monk rested in place.Leaning against the tree, he suddenly heard some movement.

Is Hui back?He stood up with difficulty, his legs shaking a little.

After all, he is already five or sixty years old.

He turned his head away, and the calm expression on his kind face was gone.

"Crack." A small sound, like the breaking of a branch.

It resounds throughout the world.

The pause button was pressed by some being, and all the progress stopped immediately, the monk's expression remained on the frightened side, and the other people had no chance to use the gleaming weapons in their hands, Hui, who seemed to be aware of it, kept turning his head.

A few more similar voices followed.

The canvas is torn and the world shatters like a tiny piece of glass.

"Enough is enough." Di Muhui came out of nowhere, he still looked like a young man in his 20s, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Fragments of the world destroyed by Kabuki Hui kept falling, revealing a darkness.There is nothing behind the illusion, and it is nothing but nothingness itself.

The speed at which the world shattered increased, but after a while, all the colorful and colorful scenery faded away, leaving only a piece of pure blackness.

Di Muhui stood on his own in the air, seeing that no one answered his words, he raised his eyebrows lightly and waved his hand.

His movements were calm and breezy, but it changed the place in an instant - the darkness disappeared, like a curtain was lifted by an invisible big hand.

Behind the black curtain is a snow white.

The sky was so blue that it stretched as far as the eye could see, the ground was covered with snow, and one after another "icebergs" formed on the vast sea.The place looks like it's winter.

Kabuki's gaze was cast on one spot accurately.

It was a towering mountain, and the section of the cliff was as flat as if someone had cut it. Because the section was perpendicular to the ground, it was not covered by snow.It can be seen that the fracture appears to be composed of different layers of minerals.

A figure stood under the cliff.

He was wearing a white uniform, and his mint green hair was not like ordinary hair, but more like thick lumpy leaves superimposed into hair.And those "leaves" are exactly "phosphophyllite".

Dyaki Hui fell from the sky, and he walked towards the figure slowly.

The opponent's back was facing him, with a slender figure and a well-proportioned body, with thin hands and feet that felt fragile.

When he got close, Kabuki Hui realized that the height of the other party was only about 1.5 meters and 1.6 meters.The other party seemed to have scaled down a model who should be about 1.7 meters tall.

Dyaki Hui stopped at a distance of one meter from the opponent.

"Phosphophyllite?" he asked.

The other party turned around, revealing a face that would send chills down the spine - he had no eyes on his face.

A face is extremely delicate, and the face is completely symmetrical-you must know that no one in the world can have such a symmetrical face. The curvature of the nose seems to be natural, and the curvature of the lips is small and beautiful.The small details everywhere are incredibly perfect, as if they were carved out by someone with all their painstaking efforts.It is such a face, without the most important existence on it - the eyes.

Where the eyes should have been, they were filled with skin that was so pale that it didn't look like a real person.

Facing Dy Muhui's question, Phosphophyllite nodded and shook his head.