Chapter 179: The stage is poor, don't look down on the poor young man
"As the leader of the Tianli Sect, I will show you how to make him believe." Bai Mo looked at Ye Fan calmly.

Yan Ruyu, who was beside him, understood what he said.

It is also impossible to say that I heard and understood the bubble-like frame above the Chaos Lord's head, which had a series of messy words written on it.

Just like a child’s graffiti, as long as you “see” it, you can understand the “meaning” contained in it.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Ruyu pinched her fingers.

Ye Fan’s actual combat capability now is completely immeasurable. Once his flaws are exposed, he will surely die.

"You do not understand."

Bai Mo "said" calmly.

"How many loopholes and mistakes do you think Beidou's practice has?"

"what?"

"From the perspective of good and evil in human nature alone, I can point out hundreds of mistakes. If I continue to think about this, this world will become an immersive game full of loopholes."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Yan Ruyu was very confused.

"Next, watch me operate."

After Bai Mo finished speaking, he pinched some magic spells with his fingers.

The next moment, an ancient Taoist temple rose up here.

Inside the main hall of the Taoist temple, there is a clay sculpture of a Taoist priest sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall.

The clay Taoist priest has an ordinary appearance, but with a smile on his lips, he looks like a true Taoist practitioner.

"Okay, Ye Fan is here." Bai Mo waved his sleeves, and in an instant, he plunged into the body of the clay Taoist priest. In addition, other characters also appeared in this Taoist temple.

Yan Ruyu glanced at Ye Fan who discovered this place, shook her head, turned and left.

"What is here?" Ye Fan stood in front of the ancient Taoist temple. His eyes were as fiery as fire, and he could see through the interior of this place and found that there was no formation defense at all.

After a quick look, Ye Fan stepped into the Taoist temple.

"Young layman, are you here to ask for the Tao?" An old Taoist priest who was sweeping the floor inside the Taoist temple was mumbling.

Ye Fan shook his head and asked, "Where is this?"

"I don't know either." The old Taoist shook his head.

As he spoke, he reached out and tapped his forehead.

"Where? I've almost forgotten."

"By the way, layman, please go into the main hall and burn some incense for the gods."

"What if I don't go in?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.

The old Taoist priest didn't say anything. He just continued sweeping the floor with the broom.

Ye Fan blinked slightly, but he couldn't help being curious and took a few steps into the hall.

As he took a step inside, the world in front of Ye Fan started spinning.

After he stood firm, he found that there was nothing here.

Yes, it was exceptionally spacious and clean. Apart from a clay sculpture of a Taoist priest enshrined in the main hall, there was nothing else.

Walking forward slowly, Ye Fan saw that the face of the clay Taoist priest was gradually turning into himself.

"What kind of evildoer is causing trouble here!"

"I am you, how can there be a demon?" The clay Taoist priest sitting on the stage spoke these words in a flat tone with the same accent.

Without any unnecessary nonsense, an idea came to his mind and Ye Fan clenched his fist and hit the clay Taoist priest.

Ye Fan punched the clay Taoist priest and felt something was wrong.

Just like smashing a piece of porcelain, after a snap, the clay sculpture of the Taoist priest was shattered.

Fortunately, Ye Fan restrained his strength, otherwise the entire Taoist temple would have been destroyed by this blow.

"What are you doing!" While Ye Fan was still thinking about what was going on, the old Taoist standing outside the door saw Ye Fan smashing the clay sculpture of the Taoist priest.

Ye Fan waved his sleeves and knocked the old Taoist priest who rushed forward away.

With a loud bang, the old Taoist priest mounted on the wall turned into a pool of meat sauce.

"Ah! Master!" Ye Fan used his spiritual sense to scan and found a young man running out from under the clay statue of the Taoist priest.

The young man had an ordinary appearance and almost no cultivation. But this was not the point. The point was that Ye Fan saw through the core of this clay Taoist priest.

A special material that isolates the spiritual consciousness of the monks, plus an herb that makes the monks' spiritual perception blurred, the two are mixed with the other medicinal materials here, thus achieving the situation of making the monks "see wrongly".

As for voice, this young man knows how to fake it.

"So, all this is just to attract some worshippers." Ye Fan understood the operation of this Taoist temple.

Then he glanced at the old Taoist priest whom he had accidentally killed.

A monk from the bitter sea, and an ordinary monk who could never break through.

“……” Ye Fan was silent.

The swindler just wanted to get a few incense money, but I beat him to death.

"Master, I will definitely avenge you!"

The young man climbed up from his master's body. He looked straight at Ye Fan with fierce yet childish eyes.

"Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty!"

Ye Fan raised his fist and said, "Do you know that I can kill you with one punch?"

"So what! I can avenge my master with my own death!"

"Sorry." Ye Fan turned and left.

He didn't have the idea of ​​wiping out the roots, and Ye Fan didn't think that this ordinary young man could do it.

There was no way he could catch up with me.

"Master, I will definitely avenge you!"

After the young man finished speaking, he carried his master on his back and walked out of the hall step by step. He came to the backyard, dug a hole, buried his master, and erected a tomb.

Next, he turned and walked towards the Sutra Library in the Taoist temple, picked up a torn Taoist scripture, and began to practice.

Ye Fan watched the young man's every move through the wall with his spiritual sense, and his future life had already appeared in his mind.

For the sake of practice and revenge.

The young man will step on countless fellow practitioners as steps and grow into a great monk.

If the young man had not died in the fight for the opportunity, he would have come to Ye Fan again when he was strong enough and fought with him.

Of course, this probability is infinitesimal.

"Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty to the west of the river. Don't bully young people into poverty."

Shaking his head, Ye Fan slowly landed. He found a step to sit down, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

The best way is to go back and nip the thorns in the bud, and kill the young man with a single blow.

But... Ye Fan didn't know why, but he felt that this was wrong.

Unable to figure it out, Ye Fan directly controlled the Divine Rainbow and flew to the nearest town.

"Do you understand? He is starting to waver." Bai Mo said in a flat tone.

Yan Ruyu, who was standing next to him, narrowed her eyes slightly and asked in confusion, "Why?"

Is there anything wrong with a Beidou monk accidentally killing an ordinary person, or an ordinary cultivator?

Not to mention an accident, even if it was an active massacre of the city, there would be no problem!

This is a world where the strong decide everything.

"What he inherited was Gandalf's cry of all living things, the human world, and the fighting spirit of those ants punching the warp. So Ye Fan did not just see ordinary people as casual cultivators who had no power to fight back, he saw the singing of all living beings in the world."

“All living beings…” Yan Ruyu pinched the back of her hand with her fingers.

She doesn’t think sentient beings need attention.

Or in other words, who among the entire Eastern Wilderness and the powerful geniuses cares about the tiny living beings?

No one cares. In this world where a single blow from any powerful being can destroy a city and crush tens of millions of ants, in this world where everything is determined by the cultivator's cultivation level, no one cares.

"Living beings are insignificant, but they are indispensable to the universe." Bai Mo sighed softly.

"You think they are unimportant because you always think that monks are superior."

(End of this chapter)