Chapter 2207 Scourge Comes, Let Me Listen to the Story

In fact, before coming here, Xu Zimo had some imaginations.

It should be fairy-like, with a fluttering beard.

Or extremely old, dying.

But when he actually saw the long-lived old man, his face was full of surprise.

The old man in front of you, or in other words, he doesn't look like an old man to you.

He has a baby face, like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, the kind that no one will doubt when he walks on the road.

He is about 1.8 meters tall.

At this moment, several big men were wearing light linen clothes and holding machetes, and they were pulling the collar of the long-lived old man with one hand.

The machete in his hand was almost pressed against the face of the long-lived old man, if he exerted more force, it would pierce the left cheek.

However, the long-lived old man was not afraid of these bandit-like threats.

Instead, he smiled and said: "If you can kill me, I'm afraid I will thank you."

"Is this old boy crazy?"

Several robbers looked at each other.

These people are bandits, who used to be kings and hegemons in the Dalian Mountain area.

He also heard the rumors about the long-lived old man, and they all wanted to come here to pursue longevity.

Now when they came to Longevity Village, everyone found nothing.

It was only when the robbers were angry that they had their current actions and impulses.

"You're provoking me, old boy, don't force me," the robber said softly, his eyes wide open.

"I'm serious," said the long-lived old man named Jiang Huai.

Maybe other people couldn't understand, but Xu Zimo saw some real thoughts of death in his eyes.

………

"Several, since I was born, it seems that I have been cursed by some kind of curse, immortality!"

"Everyone says it's good not to die, and to live forever. Countless people are looking for it."

"But do you know how lonely I am?"

"As a mortal, I can't practice, I have no goal, and I just live on my last breath."

"At first, I was too proud, and even felt fresh."

"But gradually, a thousand years passed, ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, and even later I forgot the time."

"Everyone around me is dying, and losing a loved one is almost paralyzing to me."

"Later I wanted to beg to die, but I couldn't die no matter what, as if God would not let me die."

"Kill me, let me be free!"

Hearing the old man's words, several robbers looked at each other in blank dismay.

In the end, the robber did not dare to attack.

On the contrary, the robber next to him obviously had a violent temper, so he stood up and drew out the long knife at his waist.

He yelled softly: "Old boy, pretending to be a ghost, my young master, I have killed many people in my life, and I am afraid that you will fail."

Without saying a word, the robber swung his knife and came out.

Just listen to "boom".

At this moment, suddenly a thunderbolt sounded from the sky.

There was a shocking explosion.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom."

A purple thunder fell from the sky and went straight to kill the robber.

Just listen to "boom".

The robber didn't even have time to react, he was chopped into a scorched black piece.

You can still smell the pungent meaty smell vaguely.

Seeing this weird scene, the remaining robbers were also in a state of being scared to pee.

"There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

"It's scourge, scourge!"

The robbers didn't even dare to wait, and ran directly outside.

Fortunately, there was no thunder to strike them again.

It seems that everything is in order somewhere.

Anyone who wants to kill an old man will be struck to death by a thunderbolt.

As for the others, Thunder won't care.

Xu Zimo was not surprised either. As a mortal, Jiang Huai had survived for so long without being killed.

Presumably there is absolutely something to save lives.

It's just that in Xu Zimo's view, this thunder should have nothing to do with Jiang Huai.

After all, in Xu Zimo's perception, the old man Jiang Huai is indeed an ordinary person.

It is simply impossible to have the ability to summon thunder.

Just a mortal who lived a long time.

And the thunder in the sky seemed to come down suddenly from the heavens, and there was no aura around it to drive it.

It proved that no one was helping secretly.

That's where it gets interesting.

The world does not allow a person to die, this is something that has never been seen before.

Seeing those robbers running away, the old man Jiang Huai was no stranger to it.

After all these years, what kind of person has he not seen?

vicious,

Poor wretch,

mighty,

Even a beggar, the legendary great sage, he has seen them all.

With his eyes, he can understand everything just by looking at people.

It has nothing to do with strength and cultivation, these are experiences.

A real experience.

It is the testimony of his living for hundreds of thousands of years.

………

Suddenly, a figure walked up to the old man.

The figure was back against the sun, and the reflection fell in front of the old man.

The old man raised his head slowly.

"Hello," Xu Zimo said proactively.

The old man nodded slightly and asked, "What's the matter?"

"A fresh face?"

"Do you want to find the way of longevity, or do you want my blood to study?"

The people who came to look for him were nothing more than these few things, and the old man was used to it.

These words almost became his opening words.

If someone wants to study blood, he is willing to give it.

As for the way of longevity, he doesn't know either.

His existence is like a different kind between heaven and earth.

………

"I don't want either," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

He took a chair beside him and slowly got down.

Looking at the old man, he said, "I just want to hear something about the ancient secret."

"Listening to a story?" Old man Jiang Huai asked in surprise.

"This is a strange request. It seems to be the first request to come here to listen to the story."

"What do you want to know, see if I can remember it."

"About the Buddha Kingdom," Xu Zimo asked.

If the old man has no clues, Xu Zimo is also ready to give up.

For the transformation of the soul, we can only seek other methods.

After all, the Buddha Kingdom has existed for too long.

In the era of the devil's presence, the kingdom of Buddha should be glorious at that time.

Later, after the arrival of the devil, the ancient times and the middle ages followed one after another.

At that time, the old man Jiang Huai should not have been born yet.

Xu Zimo wanted to know when the Buddha Kingdom was destroyed.

After the end of the Devil's Proclamation, it was destroyed by the Holy Court.

In other words, with the progress of history, the Buddhist kingdom gradually declined, and finally went extinct.

Seeing Xu Zimo's eyes, the old man was taken aback.

His eyes were deep, as if caught in some kind of memory.

Xu Zimo didn't bother either.

But waiting quietly.

After a long time, the old man broke free from the vortex of memories and spoke slowly.

"Once upon a time, I was also a devout Buddhist believer."

"You know, when a person can't do anything, they pray to gods and Buddhas, hoping to get help."

"Buddha Kingdom, I probably know what you said."

"It's just that since Yushan Buddha, I haven't seen the Lord Buddha again."

"Jade Mountain Buddha?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Can you elaborate?"

"The master of the Buddha Kingdom, every generation has a Buddha Lord."