My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 386 Retrospective Reappearance
In the scorched earth of the northern plains, a demon stood in front of a small hill, looking into the distance with a gloomy gaze, carefully identifying the direction.

Wolf head and human body.

But it was a huge demon that had reached the fourth realm and transformed.

His name is Sanlang.

As the name suggests, Three Wolves are wolves.

The third wolf is also a wolf demon.

The reason why he is called Sanlang is because he is the third cub born to his wolf mother.

"Donor, I am hungry."

When the voice came, Little Three Wolf looked back impatiently, and then continued to walk on the vast scorched earth.

A little monk followed behind him.

"Donor, I am hungry."

"Donor, I am very hungry..."

The chattering voice kept coming from behind him, lingering in his ears.

Beiyuan is already in great danger now, and someone is constantly making noise in his ears.

How do we say this using the old saying among humans, "monks chanting sutras"?
The three wolves' emotions became increasingly unstable, and they let out a low roar.

"Ouch... I know, I know. We'll be there soon."

"Will there be food when we get there?"

"Some, some, woooo."

After getting a response, the little monk stopped nagging. He just clasped his hands together, took small steps at a time, and followed the wolf demon.

The wolf demon also had to slow down a little.

It was clearly the barren northern plains, with dust filling the air and scorched earth everywhere, but the golden cassock worn by the little monk was spotless.

After taking a look, the three wolves were a little surprised, but then they calmed down.

There is no sense of energy coming from this little monk.

A mortal body, just an ordinary human being.

Half a day ago, this little monk suddenly appeared in Beiyuan and was met by him.

The first thing I said to him was "I'm so hungry."

This is human.

A living person.

The three wolves did not go to the battle.

Therefore, he had never seen a human being in his life, and had only heard of the deliciousness of humans in the legends of his ancestors.

He had the intention to kill at that moment and decided to add more food.

But for no reason, after seeing the little monk, a very strange feeling arose in my heart.

How to describe this feeling?

It was like the feeling I had when I met my beloved little she-wolf in the past.

This was indeed a bit strange, because for some reason this little monk had a strange charm about him, which made the three wolves hesitate.

Out of this emotion, the three wolves did not eat him at that time, but decided to take the little monk back to their tribe.

Let’s eat together.

There is no food left in Beiyuan nowadays.

He is a great demon of the fourth realm, but his people are not.

Monsters must eat humans.

Apart from the group of strange foxes in Qingqiu, they have had the habit of running to human cities since ancient times, and after transforming, they also think about how to become beautiful people.

Other monsters have no good feelings towards humans.

People eat meat. They kill pigs, sheep, and cows, roast chickens, steam ducks, pickle rabbit heads, and grill fish...

Damn it, those are all unintelligent compatriots.

Full of sin.

Among humans, it is customary to define monsters that do not kill people as good monsters.

They even tamed "demons", called them spirit beasts, signed unequal life and death contracts with them, and made them work like slaves for humans.

Whenever he heard such rumors, Sanlang wanted to laugh.

But there is nothing we can do about it, after all, they have bigger fists now.

Even the Qingqiu foxes that maintained contacts with the human race were much wealthier than the demons who could only struggle in the barren scorched earth.

For hundreds and thousands of years, the demon tribe has always been forced to stay in this desolate northern plain, unable to advance even a single step beyond human cities.

There was a thoughtful look in Sanlang's eyes.

When did this situation begin to change?
Yes, three years ago, a great man walked out of the glacier at the northernmost tip of the Northern Plains, which was supposed to be uninhabited.

That has changed since then.

The demon tribes that were originally fighting each other were easily integrated by the other side. The strongest demon king in the past was easily killed by the other side under countless gazes, and he suddenly became silent.

The hostility and hatred between the different races of the demon clan completely disappeared under the suppression of each other.

After that, it was Qingqiu...

Qingqiu was also dead. Even though the Sky Fox, who was said to have surpassed the Demon King, tried his best, he was unable to change anything.

No one knows why the big shot did this and why.

But it doesn't matter.

Everything has changed.

They obtained Qingqiu, countless precious medicines, countless treasures of the group of demon foxes, and their own tribe’s territory...

Each demon got their share.

But it is not enough, far from enough.

Greed knows no limit.

All the monsters were enraged, and finally they headed towards the human city, deciding to set their sights on Dayan.

Sanlang felt that everyone was a bit scary. He was not used to such a fanatical scene.

For some reasons, he did not go to the front line, but stayed in the rear.

After all, the demon soldiers on the front line only care about killing the enemies, while he needs to consider a lot of logistics.

After a year of fighting, things finally changed two months ago.

Thinking of this, Sanlang couldn't help but tremble inwardly.

I don't know if it's because the attack has been going on for so long and the progress is so slow, or if it's due to something else.

All dead.

The dead demons reappeared on the land and began to slaughter the remaining living demons.

The speed of killing was extremely terrifying.

Those monsters that came back to life are stronger, more numerous, and full of infinite energy.

As for the demon race, they knew very little about the forbidden formation. Except for some races that were gifted with magical powers and had forbidden formations, most of the others could only fall and die in the endless killing.

Then stand up again and join in the slaughter.

How many monsters are still alive in the entire Beiyuan now?

The three wolves didn't know.

Fortunately, he has some special qualities, but he could only save some of his tribesmen. Now he is hiding with his tribesmen.

The man and the demon walked a short distance together.

There is a canyon ahead.

In the canyon is where the three wolf tribe is hiding now.

When approaching the canyon, the three wolves hesitated, frowned and asked the little monk a question.

"You human, don't you know that I'm a demon?"

"I know." The little monk said with his hands clasped together.

The wolf demon narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his words.

"Then why aren't you afraid of me?"

"If it were a human, of course, he would be afraid of the donor."

The wolf demon was slightly stunned by this.

What do you mean, if you are not a human, then what are you?
As if sensing what the wolf demon was thinking, the little monk spoke softly.

"I am a Buddha. In my eyes, donors, people, and all living things in the world are the same."

"What is Buddha? Isn't he a human?" There was confusion in the wolf demon's eyes.

His knowledge is relatively broad among the monsters. At least he has heard that there are stinky Taoist priests who like to use palm thunder to hit people among the human race, and he also knows that there is a group of bald monks.

Buddha is the boss of monks, just like the lord of all demons.

"Buddha is not a human being." said the little monk.

"Then is Buddha a demon?" asked the wolf demon.

"A demon can be a Buddha." The little monk pondered.

The wolf demon touched his head. These words didn't sound any different to him, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt something was wrong.

It was the first time for him to understand a human being through verbal communication, even though the other party was a monk.

Although the monk would soon become a meal, the wolf demon did not recommend asking him too many questions.

"A demon can become a Buddha, and I am also a demon, can I become a Buddha?" asked the wolf demon.

The little monk did not say anything. Instead, he raised his head slightly and stared at the wolf demon for a few seconds.

A curve appeared at the corner of the little monk's mouth.

"Donor, you have wisdom." said the little monk.

The wolf demon frowned, he didn't understand what the other party was saying.

And he really didn't like the other person's gaze...

"Donor, are we there yet?" the little monk nodded slightly.

The words interrupted the wolf demon's thoughts. "Ahhh, yes, we're here." The wolf demon nodded.

If you can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it. The wolf demon no longer hesitated and turned to walk into the canyon.

The entrance was covered by bushes. The wolf demon carefully pushed them aside and then walked into a dark and damp cave.

The moment he stepped into the cave, seven or eight pairs of eyes immediately turned to him, and there were also low, threatening roars.

"Hey, it's me." said Sanlang.

When they saw that it was the three wolves, their vigilance immediately disappeared and turned into joy and anticipation.

"Three wolves, is there any food..."

"What's going on outside..."

"Have you met other tribesmen?"

Each of these wolf monsters is skinny and cannot transform like the three wolves.

Obviously, they are all monsters below the fourth realm.

In today's Beiyuan, they can survive only because of the three wolves.

Every time the three wolves encountered danger, they could almost predict it and lead them to avoid danger and save their lives.

In response to the questions from the tribesmen, the three wolves nodded and then glanced to the side.

He moved away, revealing the young monk behind him.

The little monk looked calm as he stood in the muddy and damp cave and spoke softly to the group of wolf demons in front of him.

"Donors, I'm hungry. Is there anything I can eat?"

The three wolves said nothing, but their eyes gradually became gloomy as they looked at the little monk.

The eyes of the other wolf demons suddenly lit up from the darkness the moment they saw the little monk.

"It's a human, this is a human..." This is his elder.

"Sanlang, you are so awesome, you can even bring people back..." This is his good brother.

"Brother Sanlang is the best..." This is his favorite little female wolf.

The little female wolf has a tuft of red hair on her head, and the three wolves usually call her Little Red Lady.

Seven or eight wolf demons suddenly pounced on him and surrounded the little monk.

"Don't, don't, don't be in a hurry to bite. Let me see. This is a human. I haven't seen it before..."

"Yes, yes, let's take a closer look first..."

Listening to the tribesmen's chattering, the three wolves smiled, and the fatigue in their hearts dissipated a little.

But at this time, the little monk's voice came, with some doubts.

"Donor, didn't you say there would be food when we get there?"

Tsk.

The three wolves chuckled, with a faint light flashing in their eyes.

"Yes, the king is right. When you arrive, we will have food."

"That's right."

What else could be done?

The three wolves just stood there alone, watching the scene quietly.

In the end, just one stupid monk like this is not enough for the tribe to share.

It's just because he is a human being that he attracts the attention and curiosity of the tribesmen.

But gradually... Sanlang felt something was wrong.

Because under his gaze, seven or eight wolf demons just surrounded the little monk, grinning hoarsely, with fanaticism in their eyes.

But no one took a bite.

"Why aren't you eating yet?" the three wolves asked.

Don't worry about the taste at this time.

No one answered him.

But perhaps his words made the tribesmen think of something. They were stunned for a moment, and then the wolf demon opened its mouth wide and swallowed the little monk directly.

"Ouch..."

The next moment, the wolf demon knelt down and continued to struggle on the ground.

Another wolf demon at the side was biting its companion's back fiercely.

"It's mine. This person can only be mine."

Other wolf demons wanted to open their mouths, but were also bitten by their tribesmen nearby.

Not giving in to each other.

They all want to monopolize it.

"What are you doing!" The three wolves were angry.

He picked up several tribesmen, one in each hand, and threw them aside and against the wall.

Not very strong.

I thought this fall would wake them up.

But something he could not have expected happened.

At this moment, seven or eight tribesmen turned around at the same time, looking at him with vicious eyes.

"You are crazy, I am your king! I brought the food back! How dare you attack me?"

The three wolves were a little surprised for a moment.

But no one could respond to him.

All he got in response was the wolf demon's pounce and bite.

The king cannot be humiliated.

He subconsciously wanted to split the wolf's skull with his hands, but he saw a tuft of red hair on the wolf's head.

The three wolves were stunned and just blocked with their hands.

Looking at the little red wolf biting him, the three wolves looked dazed.

He didn't understand what was happening.

He raised his head and looked at the little monk who was protected by the wolves.

The little monk looked calm at this moment, sitting cross-legged on the muddy ground, with his hands clasped together and a pious look on his face.

He looked again at the inexplicable fanaticism in the eyes of his tribesmen.

He finally understood where the strange fascination came from.

"You beast!"

The three wolves roared, then shook off the little red wolf in their hands, took big steps forward, and stretched out their hands to hit the little monk Tianling.

Blood splattered everywhere.

But the rest of the tribesmen seemed to go crazy at this moment, and suddenly rushed towards his fist to block the attack for the little monk.

There was grief and anger in Sanlang's eyes. He knew that all the tribesmen had been bewitched by this monk.

But at least, now he was going to kill the monk.

The little monk did not dodge or evade, but just spoke softly.

"Donor, I am really hungry."

Then, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, with the corners of his mouth cracked, and swallowed the three wolves with calm eyes.

The right arm was broken and the tendons and bones were dislocated.

The three wolves stumbled back, horror in their eyes.

At this moment, he sensed the difference in the monk's aura.

His broken right arm was bitten by the little red wolf. He lowered his head and saw that the love and admiration for him in the other's eyes were gone, but instead there was an inexplicable fierceness and gloom.

The young monk stood up from his cross-legged position and walked towards the three wolves step by step.

The bodies of the tribesmen were scattered all over the ground, and the only remaining little red wolf was biting itself madly. The monk was even more unreasonable.

There was grief and anger in the three wolves' eyes, but that was all.

"How can you be considered a human? You are the most dangerous totem. You are clearly a weird creature, so why do you have a human body?"

"The donor is confused. I am clearly a Buddha."

The young monk was puzzled.

He just came to beg for alms.

It was obvious that the wolf demon in front of him also possessed the Buddha's legacy. All he had to do was give him some of the Buddha's legacy like what the donor Ye did.

Why not give it?

Is it possible that there isn't one?

It would be fine if there is nothing, why would you harm him?
The little monk didn't understand.

But Sanlang has made his choice.

The only remaining arm pierced his own chest and crushed his soul.

But it was suicide.

Pain swept through everything, but the three wolves' eyes were still vicious.

he died.

But everything has changed.

There was a flash of understanding and surprise in the little monk's eyes.

It’s still that cave.

But inside the cave, all the blood had disappeared.

The three wolves were gone, and the little monk was gone too.

The little red wolf was lying on the ground, skinny and bony, but staring at the cave entrance.

"Why hasn't Brother Sanlang come yet?"

(End of this chapter)