When the little monk said this, he kowtowed three times hard, and the blood was flowing, but he was unmoved at all.

The little monk suddenly took out a sharp knife, stabbed himself in the neck, and committed suicide, and his actions were decisive, even Qiu didn't have time to stop him.

After this incident, the caravan left in fear. They would rather sleep in the wilderness than stay in this village for a whole night.

The bandits also left. Qiu did not pursue them and let the bandits live.

Only Qiu stayed in this village, cried bitterly, dug a hole with his hands, and buried his disciple.

And that night, there was a sound outside the hut.

The old monk stood up and saw that the body of the disciple had indeed been dug out.

"You guys are..." He thought of a possibility.

"Old monk, the caravan ran away. We had no food. We were hungry and the little baby was so hungry. What do you think we could eat?!" The old man in the lead said viciously.

As a master of the world, Qiu was powerful without anger. The old man dared not provoke him, but the dead people had to use them, right? Not only him, but the other women and children also stared at Qiu fiercely.

Qiu sighed and handed over all his dry food.

"How can humans can have the same kind of cannibalism? That is undoubtedly jackals and beasts."

"How can this be enough? There are 23 people in the village, and this little dry food is only enough for three days! Without enough surplus of food, all of us in the village will starve to death!"

Seeing that the monk was quite easy to talk to, the old man snorted coldly: "Jackal, wild beast? Monk, you don't know how hungry you feel. If you are hungry for ten days and half a month, you have to eat even if it is Guanyin land!"

"What if you are a jackal and a beast? People must survive."

Qiu looked at the body of his apprentice and remembered the words of the little monk before committing suicide, "Master, Master! If the master can convince them not to eat my body and let me be buried safely, then the master will win."

"If you can't, then I won. Please ask the master to return to Ranshan Temple and don't suffer here."

He looked at the hungry people and suddenly realized in his heart.

All kinds of past events have come to my heart, and the years have passed, and the mediocre people have lamented.

And he himself is just a mediocre person and cannot become a Buddha.

This time, he is going to lose.

If you lose, you have to go back to Ranshan Temple.

With this enlightenment, I couldn't help feeling discouraged.

"Then, you guys will eat me!" Qiu shouted suddenly, his right hand condensed into a knife, and resolutely waved it, and his left arm fell down with a "bang". When the Grandmaster was in power, he was powerful, but there was no drop of blood on the wound. This was the use of powerful spiritual energy to forcibly seal the wound.

The old man standing in front of him was also stunned, and then looked at the master with a shock, incredible and fool-looking look.

The men picked up their arms and quickly retreated.

However, one arm is obviously not enough.

the next day……

Day 3...

Day 4...

Until the seventh day!

Qiu was cut seven pieces of flesh on his body, and the master of the world could not withstand such self-harm, so that he was dying and only had a breath that was intermittent. He opened his eyes and turned his ears to see clearly the thoughts of the elderly, weak, women and children.

A whisper came from my ears.

"This man is really stupid. Maybe he's crazy. But he didn't know that his apprentice had been sprinkled with salt and exposed to the sun, and wouldn't rot in a short while."

"That's good, that's good."

"Then wait until this person dies. There is enough food to last for a while."

Forget it, forgot.

Qiu thought in his heart, unwillingness and despair surged into his heart, but more of it was confusion.

At this moment, a noise suddenly sounded at the entrance of the village.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the bandits shot back and killed them. The bandit leader in the lead saw that "Qiu" was like a man, with seven pieces of flesh cut on his body, and his hands and feet were gone. He fed them to these old, weak, women and children, and couldn't help but cry and snatch the ground with his head, "Master, why bother, you!"

"Please go back to the mountain!"

"Please go back to the mountain!" Many bandits knelt on the ground.

"Forget it, forgot."

Qiu finally kept his promise and returned to Taohua Mountain, the first stop in his life.

However, the day after he returned to the mountain, he stopped breathing.

...

The dream is about to end here, but only a strong sense of anger and unwillingness permeated Zhou Yi's heart. The despair from a master is naturally extraordinary, so that his whole body is about to explode.

This feeling he could not tell or describe was the darkness after the shattering of faith and the final masterpiece of life. But he knew that this was the true teaching of the Fire Tong Fist, a powerful spiritual skill that could fight against evil-level strangeness.

However, the dream has not really ended.

The next dream is the burial of this contemporary master.

Falling leaves piled up all over the sky. On this autumn, amid the crying of the people in Taohua Temple, the master buried it in the soil, and the fallen leaves returned to their roots, and large tracts of maple leaves covered his body.

The whole world seems to be in fire.

"The master likes peach blossoms. I'll plant some peach blossoms here."

The monks from Taohua Mountain cried bitterly and buried Qiu's body and planted a peach forest.

However, just the second hour after everyone left, a light blue light spot like a fireflies floated out of his tomb and floated into the air.

Floating to the distance.

Floating thousands of miles away, the land that made him sad.

The name of that land is called Dalai Kingdom.

The dream is over.

...

Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes, covered his temples, and endured the feeling of despair in his heart. At this moment, his heart beat wildly at an unprecedented speed!

Because he discovered a huge secret!

A secret buried deep in history and is somewhat terrifying.

He recognized this light blue spot of light.

Its name is...Autumn!

At the same time, a light blue light spot, like a firefly, appeared in front of him, quietly, as if waiting for Zhou Yi to make the final choice.

"Autumn... Why did Qiu Ri come here? Don't it only appear in autumn?" Zhou Yi's pupils dilated slightly.

He is a little panicked now.

Faced with the supernatural phenomenon that was so powerful that it was almost indescribable that he had no ability to resist. When Master Qiu was alive, he was a contemporary master. What is this? That is, the strength of Mr. Zhang Haoran who ran out for archaeology.

The strong obsession after death has even reached the unknown level.
Chapter completed!