“What?”
Xiao Mo shuddered.
“Grandpa, did you hear that sound?”
Mo Tu said in surprise: “Lord of Bronze, the origin of the copper rust plague.”
All the creatures in Qianyuan were shocked, and then an uncontrollable anger burst out, making the sky red.
“You bastard, it turns out that you are the root of the trouble!” “You bastard
, you killed all three of my children.”
“You beast, I curse you to be struck by five thunders and die a miserable death!”
In an instant.
The crowd was indignant.
The world was filled with dirty
words. All kinds of curses were thrown one after another.
Outside the domain.
In the void.
One by one, the dark stars floated in the air.
Each of them buried hundreds of millions of dead souls and slowly woke up.
And they surrounded a bronze coffin, which was larger than ordinary stars, covered with copper rust, and carved with sinful scenes, showing the terrible scenes of fathers and sons killing each other, ravaging women and children, and killing and eating people. In
the coffin.
A thin crack appeared.
Poured out boundless evil power and turned into a demonic wind.
It swept across the thirty-two states of Qianyuan, and all the three trillion creatures heard the evil voice.
“Those who insult me, I will suffer and kill my heart!”
Suddenly!
The insults stopped.
All the creatures felt a stagnation in their chests.
It was as if their hearts were being held and they felt the cold death.
“No, I am in so much pain…” A monk who cursed fiercely, his illness broke out and turned into a bronze statue, extremely hideous.
“I was wrong, please let us go!” Many villagers were terrified.
“I didn’t curse you!”
“I’m sorry!”
Suddenly.
All living beings shut up.
Fear is the highest authority.
The Lord of Bronze said gloomily:
“The copper rust plague is a punishment from heaven, punishing you sinners.”
“If you want to save yourself, cook the bronze corpse, drink the hot slurry, confess your sins, and torture yourself as a forgiveness, then you can get rid of the shackles of illness!”
Hearing this.
The world was stunned.
Everyone hesitated.
Mo Tu frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it was.
“Let me try. I’m dying anyway!”
A monk was terminally ill. Seeing hope, he tried it immediately.
He picked a bronze corpse at random and boiled it into soup. It was black and smelly, with a strong smell of copper rust.
He drank it all in one gulp.
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.
Dongdongdongdong, with great force, his scalp cracked and blood stained the floor.
“Bronze, I sincerely repent. In the past, I abandoned my family and children for the sake of cultivating immortals. I attacked others to steal spiritual medicine…”
With the sound of kowtow, he confessed his crimes one by one.
“Look!”
“The copper rust spots faded.”
“The method works, I also want to repent!”
Mo Tu was experienced and shrewd: “Everyone, I think this method is weird.”
Unfortunately, the villagers were driven crazy by the plague. Now they see a little hope: “If you don’t want to drink, leave us alone!”
Their scarlet eyes were full of madness and hysteria.
Next.
Xiao Mo saw a horrifying scene.
Cannibalism, self-torture, and repentance.
Wailing and blood are the same color, pain and redemption dance together, a hellish scene.
“The Lord of Bronze is the true God, and Hua Shen is the evil spirit!” A monk was bleeding all over, but his face showed a sacred expression of redemption.
“True goodness and hope are useless, only pain can redeem!”
“From now on, I believe in bronze!”
The villagers were crazy.
They rushed into the Hua Shen Temple and smashed the clay statue.
Qin Li had not been worshipped for long before he fell from the altar.
Mo Tu’s eyes were full of despair and misery: “Little demon, let’s go!”
The grandfather and grandson helped each other away.
At this moment.
Qianyuan’s chaos intensified.
Qin Li drove the Bronze Island and saw countless tragic scenes.
In order to forgive sins and repent, and suppress the plague, some people cut off their hands and feet, some cut off their tongues, and some blinded their eyes…
There was a woman who was born beautiful, and many men were jealous of her. In order to repent, she poured hot oil on her face. There was
also a pair of ignorant parents who, in order to protect their full-month baby from getting sick, poured hot copper rust liquid on them and scalded them to death…
There were too many such tragedies.
“You are now ghosts, Qianyuan is purgatory!”
Qin Li closed his eyes, but could still hear the crazy shouts of all living beings.
Qin Lianyi looked at countless creatures, showing a happy expression after bloody self-mutilation, and got goose bumps strangely.
Dugu Lao Mo frowned and said, “The Lord of Bronze has good means. Pain is the best nutrient for evil power. Such nourishment is just drinking poison to quench thirst. It won’t be long before the living people turn into zombies and the world will be dark forever.”
Continue to move forward.
Encountered another village.
The villagers worshipped a bronze sculpture.
Bleeding and watering the bronze every day made it more evil and weird.
“Stop!”
“Stop self-mutilating!”
Qin Li stepped out of the air and stopped everyone.
The villagers exclaimed: “It’s a great monk, so powerful!”
“So what if he is a great monk, he can’t save us. Only the Lord of Bronze is the savior, we must work hard to repent!”
Qin Li said:
“Pain cannot forgive sins!”
“Self-mutilation will only increase the power of the plague!”
“Only by having good intentions and being self-reliant and strong, can you turn your merits into dawn, pull out the bronze rust plague and save yourself!”
After that!
The Merit Pagoda emerged.
It was no longer as glorious and sacred as before.
It looked yellow and old, and there were cracks all over it.
This was a sign that the Merit System was collapsing.
But Qin Liren did not give up.
He tried to stimulate the dawn.
Boom!
The golden light was brilliant.
It illuminated a group of suffering people.
“It’s so hot, do you want to kill us?”
“This kind of torture cannot be redeemed!”
“He must be a demon!”
The villagers screamed.
Black air squeaked all over their bodies.
It was like a slow slicing of bones, and they were in pain.
“You no longer have good intentions, even the dawn can’t save you!”
Qin Li sighed helplessly.
He knew that Qianyuan was rotten to the core.
People were unwilling to chase the candle of hope, but only wanted to sink into the darkness in pain.
Because hard work is painful and difficult, but falling is easy and comfortable. This is the drawback of human nature and the source of evil power.
“Go away!”
“We don’t need you!”
“Demon, kill me if you dare!”
The villagers were angry and cursed, as if they wanted to eat Qin Li.
There was a crack on the Forty-Eight Merits Pagoda. They had encountered dozens of villages before, all of which were like this.
Qin Lianyi could no longer bear it and angrily shouted: “Foolish fools, my father is Hua Shen, saving Qianyuan, but you not only don’t believe it, but also believe in the Lord of Bronze. You deserve this suffering!”
The villagers were shocked:
“So you are Hua Shen!”
“Bullshit Hua Shen, just a cultivator!”
“You talk about truth, goodness and beauty, but in fact you are empty and false. You will be punished by God!”
Qin Lianyi stamped his feet in anger.
“Let’s go!”
Qin Li shook his head helplessly.
He went to several more disaster-stricken villages and towns.
The result was the same, and he was cursed.
Qin Lianyi snorted angrily: “Father, sentient beings are not worth saving.”
“Don’t say that, they are innocent too!” Qin Li said.
Suddenly!
He realized something.
He took out the lamp of kindness and the candle went out.
“People are no longer kind, and this lamp has no need to exist.”
Qin Li was speechless and sighed with his eyes closed.
Faintly.
He heard crying.
“Grandpa, don’t die!”
Xiao Mo hugged Mo Tu and cried bitterly.
Qin Li remembered the grandfather and grandson and rushed forward to help.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Mo Tu had already turned into a corpse, covered with copper rust and stiff as a bronze statue.
The old face was still in pain, and his cloudy eyes looked at the sky, revealing endless loneliness and reluctance. The corners of his mouth drooped, as if lamenting the passing of his ideals and worrying about his grandson’s future.
“I’m late!”
Qin Li landed on the ground, overwhelmed with grief.
Little Mo looked at him blankly, tears streaming down his face.
“God Hua, my grandfather died in great pain, tortured by the plague for thirty days!”
Qin Li bowed his head:
“It’s all because of my incompetence!”
Xiao Mo tried to wipe away his tears and gritted his teeth and said:
“No, it’s the Lord of Bronze who is too hateful, and it’s the sentient beings who are too ignorant!”
Qin Li touched his head and smiled gently: “Or, you can live with me, away from the secular world.”
“Thank you, God Hua!”
Xiao Mo’s tears wet his clothes:
“But I don’t want to escape from this chaotic world.”
“I want to send grandpa back to his hometown, then map the entire Huazhou, burn the map for grandpa, and comfort his spirit in heaven!”
Qin Li nodded.
“You have backbone, I support you!”
He gave some gifts, including elixirs and exercises.
After Xiao Mo thanked him again and again, he carried his grandfather’s body and resolutely embarked on a difficult road.
“Dad, will he be okay?” Qin Lianyi said worriedly.
“Good people will have a peaceful life!”
Qin Li snapped his fingers.
The purple gold dragon of luck emerged.
A scale flew out and injected into the top of Xiao Mo’s head.
With a trace of imperial luck protecting him, he will survive the disaster with auspiciousness.
At this moment!
In the distance,
several rays of light came rapidly.
Soon they landed in front of him, revealing several saints.
Compared with before, they were full of vigor and their strength had improved significantly.
“King Qin, why are you calling so anxiously? What’s the matter?”
Qin Li looked at them and said coldly:
“You drank the immortal blood!”
