Chapter 955

"How dare you twist and tamper with the past that I finally found with great difficulty?"

In the face of Su Bai's angry roar, Xu Fu still maintained his composure. However, the fingers on his left hand kept calculating. It seemed that he had sensed something unusual about this matter. However, this unusual feeling did not originate from Su Bai.

However, it seemed that Xu Fu did not have much time left. His attempt to destroy Su Bai had come to a premature end. The so-called human nature had met with great resistance from Su Bai. This was also something that Xu Fu did not expect. What was even more unexpected was that Su Bai's originally fluctuating aura began to rise as he vented his anger!

This was the trend of him proving his Dao.

The majestic hatred involved many complicated factors. In fact, before this, with Su Bai's accumulation and comprehension, proving his Dao was not a difficult task. But now, Su Bai also knew that if he did not prove his Dao, there was no way he could threaten this old thing in front of him.

"Amitabha."

The monk's voice sounded at this moment. He prostrated on the ground, no longer having the demeanor of an eminent monk. He even looked a little miserable and pitiful. But at this time, he could not help but remind Su Bai.

At this time …

It was not time yet.

The person in front of him was just a clone. If he proved his Dao in advance, it would ruin his original plan and cause his Dao to be incomplete. On the contrary, it would be a form of helping him in disguise.

However, the anger in Su Bai's eyes did not dissipate at all. He had already come to this step. Some things could already be described as "spilled waters cannot be retrieved".

But at this moment, Xu Fu smiled strangely. He raised his head to look at the sky, and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes. Then, his figure began to dissipate. In fact, at this time, the Qin soldiers here had already self-destructed and Xu Fu was the last one.

Boss Liang, who was above, was a little confused at this time. He was a witness to the whole thing, but he didn't feel like a bystander. He instinctively felt that there seemed to be a confrontation that exceeded the ordinary meaning in front of him just now, but he was still confused.

Boss Liang's office hung a painting called "It's Rare to Be Confused", but he did not want to continue living in a muddle. But according to the current situation, he was temporarily destined to be unable to see the swamp fog in front of him clearly.

Xu Fu's straightforward dissipation caused Su Bai's anger to lose its target. He raised his head and stared at Boss Liang.

Boss Liang smiled slightly. He felt that it was normal for Su Bai to vent his anger on him. After all, he had planned to kill him with a borrowed knife.

However, the redness in Su Bai's eyes began to slowly fade. He turned and half-knelt on the ground. The aura that was like boiling water on his body also began to slowly disappear.

Monk heaved a long sigh of relief at the side. His previous life had been completely separated by Xu Fu and was severely damaged. Therefore, he did not wish for Su Bai to be the same. Even though Su Bai had proven his Dao now, it was not in the most perfect way. At the end of the day, it was also a huge loss.

White light began to sprinkle down.

This meant that everyone could be teleported back to the real world.

In this drill, many high-level listeners gained great enlightenment from the life and death battles. However, many also lost themselves in the face of the self-destruction of the Qin soldiers.

It was still unclear whether they gained more or lost more. The broadcast cloned a batch of Qin soldiers so that the listeners could practice with a target in mind, so that they could face it more easily when they went to that world in the future. Meanwhile, Xu Fu also led his batch of Qin soldiers to destroy the confidence of some of the high-level listeners.

Only time would tell who was the better winner in this matter.

But at the very least, all the high-level listeners now understood one thing: the opponents in that world now had the ability to wrestle with the broadcasters. This was no longer a colonial campaign in which everyone relied on the omnipotent broadcasters to conquer inferior worlds, but more like a life-and-death battle between two equal opponents who had a fifty-fifty chance of victory.

Because of the rules of the broadcast, there was no way out. Even the listeners had no way out. Therefore, this war could only end with the complete annihilation of one side.

…

It had been a month since they came back. Monk still locked himself in his room and did not come out.

Fatso and Lord Zeng's injuries were also healed by the broadcast. Fatso had his own body again, but he was still used to wandering around with his Vital Spirit every day. In ancient times, there was a saying that Ji Gong wandered around the world. Now, Fatso might really be developing in that direction.

Lord Zeng still went to practice every morning. When he came back at night, he would stop in front of Monk's door for a while before resting.

Su Bai accompanied the little fellow every day. It was a peaceful and beautiful life.

The seemingly turbulent waves caused by the broadcast did not seem to be as big as expected.

In this month, two more listeners in the East and three in the West had confirmed. This was not a strange thing. After all, battles were often the easiest time for people to break through, and many people had actually reached that point. However, this number did not seem to be as many as they had imagined. Su Bai and Hills thought that this would be the eruption period of Dao confirmation, but the reality gave them a feeling that the thunder was loud but the rain was small.

It seemed that at least Xu Fu's self-destruction of the Qin soldiers had left a shadow in the hearts of many listeners. It was not something that could be erased in a short time.

Perhaps the broadcast would teach the listeners in accordance with their aptitude and design a story world to break through their inner demons. This was like a stop-loss and rescue. But for the time being, it was unknown how many people could really walk out of it.

One morning, Hills came to Su Bai's room and gently knocked on the door.

Su Bai opened the door.

Hills looked at Su Bai and pointed to herself.

Su Bai nodded.

"You go first. After all, this is your home field." Hills looked at Su Bai. "I only want the Origin."

Yes, the Origin should naturally come from Su Bai. This was because the Origin of Hills' Western Land of Dao Validation had been stolen by Fatso in an extremely sinister way. In the end, it was absorbed by Su Bai by chance.

"Okay." Su Bai responded.

The weather turned cold. The little fellow was playing with his building blocks on the carpet with Ji Xiang accompanying him. Ruyi no longer stayed in front of Old Fugui's tombstone. During the day, it would accompany Ji Xiang and take care of the child. But at night, it still habitually went to the tombstone to rest with Old Fugui.

Some people were dead, but they seemed to be alive.

Before leaving the small temple for the Land of Dao Validation, Su Bai came to the monk's door.

In that incident, Xu Fu didn't cause too much of an impact on him, but he had caused immeasurable damage to Tyrant. To Tyrant, being separated from his previous life was equivalent to losing a part of his life. The impact on his cultivation and future path was too great.

Fatso's mind was wandering. As if he sensed something, he floated back. His primordial spirit was much more solid than before. It was no longer in the form of a small person, but had become no different from a real person.

No one knew if the monk had really thought it through. In the past, it was always the monk who comforted others. It seemed like he never needed others to worry about his own matters.

But this time, no matter how much people believed in the monk, they didn't have much confidence in him.

Su Bai was ready to return to the Land of Proving the Tao. This was part of his plan, and only the Yellow Spring, which flowed endlessly in the Land of Proving the Tao, could help him complete the Tao he wanted to prove.

The monk hadn't come out yet. Su Bai didn't call out because he knew that the monk knew he was coming.

Hills also accompanied Su Bai and waited quietly. To him, observing Su Bai's Dao Validation was also very beneficial to him.

After waiting for about 15 minutes, the monk still hadn't come out.

Su Bai turned around and was ready to leave.

But at this moment, the door to the monk's house opened.

A man with unkempt hair and a dirty face walked out.

In Su Bai's memory, this was the first time he saw the monk with this appearance. Originally, the monk was as gentle as jade. No matter how dangerous the situation was, the monk would say solemnly, "Benefactor, Poor Monk is dying."

But now, in just a month, the monk had become very unkempt. There was even a sour smell on his body.

"Seafood smell." Fatso's primordial spirit wandered around the monk. "Monk, are you hiding in the house doing some unspeakable things?"

The monk ignored Fatso and only nodded at Su Bai before going to the kitchen to boil water.

Su Bai wasn't in a hurry to leave. Instead, he sat where he was. He had already waited for a month for the Dao Validation. He even waited in front of the clone Xu Fu. A little longer wouldn't make a difference.

Lord Zeng also returned at this time and stood where he was.

The monk finished boiling the water, took a bath and changed his clothes. He looked much more refreshed. He then sat cross-legged in the small courtyard.

Lord Zeng understood tacitly and walked over with his chopper to shave the monk's hair and beard.

According to legend, in ancient India, there was also a saying that one's body, hair, and skin were inherited from one's parents. At the same time, only criminals would be forced to shave their hair. The monk shaved his head in order to abandon his proud and noble identity and fall into the mortal world, ending all ties and entering the Buddhist Gate.

After the shave.

The monk returned to his original delicate appearance, but there was a hint of vicissitudes in his eyes.

"Amitabha. This time, Poor Monk won't be going to the Dao Validation," the monk said.

Su Bai nodded.

"Let's talk about something unhappy." The monk smiled. "Poor Monk's previous life is completely gone."

No one laughed except the monk. Many people had seen the bloody scene of the monk being cut up by Xu Fu in his previous life.

"Let's talk about something happy. Poor Monk still has this life."

Just as he finished speaking,

It was already late winter in the courtyard of the small temple.

The flowers and trees bloomed.

In an instant,

It was full of vitality and warm like spring.