"What's wrong with you?" Li Qingshan was surprised. Back then, he had saved the One Lamp monk's life from the Soaring Locust King. Back then, the One Lamp monk had even been extremely grateful to him, so why had he become like this now?
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! "The One Lamp monk grabbed Li Qingshan's wrist firmly.
"What did I do wrong?" Li Qingshan was even more confused.
"Why? Why did you save me?" The One Lamp monk glared at Li Qingshan like he was looking at an irreconcilable enemy instead of a savior.
"You must be out of your mind!" Li Qingshan shook off his hand and looked at the Demon Suppression statue.
"If you didn't save me, the Soaring Locust King wouldn't have been able to escape, and so many people wouldn't have died …" the One Lamp monk murmured to himself.
"Oi, don't push your responsibility away. You were the one who was bewitched by the Soaring Locust King. You have to go to the ninth floor!" Li Qingshan turned around and pointed at his nose.
The One Lamp monk shuddered and slammed his head against the ground, producing a thump. "Yes, it's all my fault. I deserve to die a thousand deaths!"
Before long, his face was covered in blood, mixed with tears. He was miserable and pitiful.
Ever since the locust plague broke out, the One Lamp monk had been under tremendous mental pressure. He spent every day in pain and regret. Although no one said it was his responsibility, the Soaring Locust King's escape clearly had something to do with him.
In the very beginning, he even went everywhere to eradicate the locust plague, until a year ago …
Five hundred kilometers away from the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, a gale whistled through a city of earth. Miserable cries rose and fell as a dense cloud of insects danced through the air. A cluster of flames surged into the air, incinerating the swarm of locusts before withdrawing into an oil lamp.
The flame of the lamp was extraordinarily bright, burning extremely unsteadily. The One Lamp monk's brows were tightly furrowed. His ugly face was filled with exhaustion, and his footsteps were extraordinarily heavy. In order to eradicate the locust plague, he basically did not sleep or rest at all. He completely relied on pills and spiritual stones to sustain himself, but even with that, he was still unable to stop the spread of the locust plague. All he could do was watch as the locusts devoured city after city.
The sun was scorching hot. He pursed his dry lips and shouted, "Flying Locust King, get out here! Lamp is here!"
"Reverend Yideng, we meet again!" At the corner of the street, a yellow-skinned, well-built man appeared. His body exuded a thick Demonic Qi. It was a Flying Locust Demon General. His face was filled with a warm smile, as if he had met an old friend. He even handed over the food in his hand, "Do you want some?"
It was a severed arm with a string of prayer beads on the wrist. Monk Yideng recognized the string of prayer beads at first glance. He glared angrily and said, "Shidi Yide!"
"You know him? This bald donkey doesn't know what's good for him. How dare he talk in front of me? Does he think he's Reverend Yideng? "
"Give me your life! Buddha's Light of Salvation!"
One Lamp flew into a rage. Dazzling platinum light burst out of his body. Half of the city was swallowed by the light, and even the sunlight was dimmed.
The dust dispersed, and a black circle appeared on the ground. All the structures there had been destroyed. The Flying Locust Daemon Commander stood at the edge of the circle. "Reverend Yideng, you sure are fucking bright. I also have something very bright here. I'll give it to you!"
A head was tossed out, rolling to the One Lamp monk's feet. To no surprise, it was the head of "junior brother Yide". He had died with his eyes wide open. His face was filled with pain and fear.
"Spear of Great Radiance!" The One Lamp monk lunged at the Flying Locust Daemon Commander furiously. Streaks of platinum light shot out.
The Flying Locust Daemon Commander flew backwards, avoiding the streaks of light with composure as he let out a wild and delighted laugh.
"Come on, come kill me! Don't you hate the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga? I'm a disciple of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga! Send your original body over! "the One Lamp monk bellowed hysterically.
"Kill you? Why would I kill you? You're my great saviour. I can't even thank you enough! It's all thanks to you that I can eat so many delicious things, "the Flying Locust Daemon Commander said from behind the One Lamp monk with a flash.
The One Lamp monk suddenly swung his arm backwards, and the oil lamp sprayed with flames. The Flying Locust Daemon Commander had already taken to the horizon.
"Come down and fight me to the death!" the One Lamp monk roared into the sky.
"I know you want to die very much, so I'll never kill you. I'll keep you alive as a witness, witness how I eat billions of humans, eat every single one of your seniors and juniors. Hahahaha!"
In the burning city, the One Lamp monk knelt on the ground, hugging the head of "junior brother Yide" and sobbing aloud.
Three days later, he returned to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga and invited himself into the Demon Suppression hall to receive his punishment, which lasted until today.
When Li Qingshan saw such a grown man hugging his head and sobbing, he found it rather difficult to bear. "Do you have to be like this? It's not like you did it on purpose. Moreover, I didn't do it to save you back then. I just couldn't stand it. If he hadn't let go of his own accord, you would have been torn in half. I never thought he'd escape. How unexpected."
Outside the Demon Suppression hall, the Dauntless monk's face darkened. Originally, he was still thankful to Li Qingshan for saving the One Lamp monk, but he never thought he would not save him at all. Instead, he made up his mind to kill.
"How could you be so relaxed?!" the One Lamp monk questioned.
"It's not like I did anything wrong." Li Qingshan shrugged.
"Do you know how many lives in the Green province have been plunged into misery and suffering to the mouths of insects?" the One Lamp monk said excitedly.
"It's not like I killed those people. No matter how many times I say it, so what if it's my fault? If I'm wrong, then I'm wrong!" Li Qingshan said.
The One Lamp monk fell silent for quite a while. "You're not a buddhist disciple at all. You don't have any compassion at all. You don't know anything!"
"Bullshit!" Li Qingshan was immediately angered. What he hated the most was when other people arrogantly told him that they didn't know anything. Even a Daemon King like the Banyan Tree King, who knew everything, had never said something like that to him.
He grabbed the One Lamp monk's clothes and pulled him in front of him. Demonic light flickered in his eyes. "You really are trash!"
Anger flashed through the One Lamp monk's eyes. As a genius disciple with the greatest chance of undergoing the third heavenly tribulation, no one had ever called him trash before.
"You really are wrong! But do you know where you're wrong? You're too weak! "
"I'm too weak?" The One Lamp monk was stunned. No one had ever said that to him before.
"If you weren't so weak, you wouldn't have been tricked into coming to the ninth floor by the Soaring Locust King. You would have been able to find the Soaring Locust King and kill him!"
Li Qingshan was very skilled at finding simple answers to complicated questions. Although the answer was not necessarily correct, it would definitely be very practical.
The One Lamp monk was stunned.
"Do you know why a demonfolk like him can place the statue here?" Li Qingshan grabbed the One Lamp monk's head and pressed his face against the Demon Suppression statue.
"Lay down the butcher's cleaver and attain instant enlightenment!" The One Lamp monk said almost instinctively. After a year of meditation, he had gained some understanding of the Demon Suppression Statuary.
"You're completely wrong. It's because he's powerful enough! What do you mean by 'lay down the butcher's cleaver and attain instant enlightenment'? You're still powerful enough. How can trash lay down the butcher's cleaver? Don't hate the Soaring Locust King. If you want to hate someone, hate yourself for being too weak! "
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