My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 410 [No form, no appearance, no self]

Pulao's figure suddenly froze in place.

An aura that was difficult to understand and even to fathom suddenly appeared in this wilderness.

What is that thing...

Ye Wuyou slowly stood up from the ground, his body covered with dust. As he stood up, the dust fluttered and fell to the ground.

But he subconsciously looked to his side.

A childish voice was heard.

"Donor, you don't look well."

It’s the little monk.

Previously, before the three wolves [returned], Ye Wuyou had met him once, and used [Thousand People Thousand Faces] to exchange the three wolves that [returned] from the little monk's mouth.

But after [looking back], the little monk disappeared.

Of course, [Thousand People, Thousand Faces] never returned to Ye Wuyou's hands.

Maybe he left because he was full?
But now it's back again.

"I have nothing to give you to eat." Ye Wuyou shook his head.

The little monk smiled, put his hands together in front of his chest, and nodded slightly.

"I'm not hungry."

At the end, he looked at Ye Wuyou, his childlike eyes revealing a deep look.

He spoke again, his expression sincere, but he added softly.

"I am not in a hurry either."

These words made Ye Wuyou stunned at first, then he looked up and laughed softly.

As far as he could see, only his right eye could see.

A dry, black hand covered his face, obscuring his left eye.

"Since there is no hurry, why are you looking for me now?" Ye Wuyou whispered.

"Donor Ye has been kind to me. I would like to see if I can help you." The little monk said softly.

help me?

"Can you take us away from here?" Ye Wuyou pointed to a ravine behind him and asked.

The little monk hesitated and finally shook his head slightly.

"I can't do that."

These words made Ye Wuyou smile, and then he stretched out his hand, pointed at the huge "mountain range" in the sky, and pointed at the monster Pulao.

"Can you help me kill it?"

The young monk looked up and happened to meet the gaze of Pulao.

The two looked at each other.

The young monk spoke confidently.

"Donor Ye, I will be beaten to death."

Ye Wuyou looked at the mysterious little monk and didn't say anything for a long time.

His face twitched slightly, but his expression changed in an instant.

The arrogance and unruliness in his eyes almost jumped out. Ye Wuyou felt his brain was trembling, and he laughed angrily at the little monk.

"You bald ass, you can't do this or that, what's the use of you?"

The next moment, Ye Wuyou suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the little monk's neck.

He took a step back slightly, leaving Ye Wuyou empty-handed.

The little monk's expression remained calm, but there was a hint of strangeness in his tone.

"Donor, your inner demon is a bit strange. Even I cannot save it."

When mentioning the inner demon, Ye Wuyou's expression changed, as if he had touched upon some taboo.

But his eyes calmed down in an instant, and his hands hung calmly at his sides, without any sadness or joy, as he examined the little monk.

The little monk lowered his head slightly, but his eyes were still calmly looking at Ye Wuyou, and he gave a subtle Buddhist advice.

"Donor, maybe I can help you think about the first question?"

Ye Wuyou said calmly, "Help us leave this place?"

The little monk nodded and shook his head, then pointed at the two people who had just crawled out of the ravine.

Behind and around the two of them were the monsters that were constantly recovering from being crushed to dust.

The little monk saw all this.

"Maybe I can help them leave this place."

"Then why can't I do it?" Ye Wuyou said.

"The donor is about to fall into the endless purgatory, so it is better not to implicate others." The little monk said in a deep voice.

Ye Wuyou was silent for a while, and finally sneered. He turned around and waved his hand.

The young monk understood what he meant. He put his hands together and without him making any movement, a young girl appeared beside him.

[Charm]

Almost in an instant, it attracted all the attention in the field.

Be it the silent monsters, Pulao in the sky, or Lu Caiwei and Luo Qinghan, their eyes were all focused on the girl.

But Pu Lao woke up the next moment.

He was even more wary of the little monk.

But Ye Wuyou's eyes were calm and he was unmoved.

The girl was naked, only covered by branches and leaves, so her face could not be seen clearly. However, just this alone attracted countless gazes.

"I will lead the people away, and once we are out of the restricted airspace here, I think the two female donors will be able to leave on their own with their abilities."

Then, the little monk bowed gently to Ye Wuyou, then turned and left with the girl.

One step, two steps.

The little monk's steps were slow, but his speed was not slow. The earth was vast, but it seemed to have shrunk under his feet. His figure disappeared from Ye Wuyou's sight in just a few steps.

Next came the silent demons, which were now densely packed like a wave, chasing in the direction where the little monk had left.

Next, it was Lu Caiwei and Luo Qinghan, who also took blank steps and walked towards the direction where the little monk left.

There was a slight pause in his steps.

Luo Qinghan continued to move forward.

But at this moment, Lu Caiwei's body was shaking with struggle, and then she stopped forcibly.

Facing the weirdness of [Charm], one can actually control the mind by force.

Is it because Luo Qinghan is by his side that he has antibodies against this succubus girl?

Luo Qinghan likes girls in the first place, so he is not affected at all, but instead plays into that guy's hands?

The light of the traceless sword intent bloomed on Lu Caiwei.

Lu Caiwei turned around stubbornly, gritted her teeth, and spoke to Ye Wuyou.

But no sound came out.

So she kept repeating her mouth shapes, as if she wanted to say something.

Ye Wuyou looked at the scene calmly, then snapped his fingers.

A burst of energy hit the girl's forehead directly, knocking her unconscious.

Finally, Lu Caiwei also left.

Ye Wuyou then turned his gaze back to the sky. Pulao was still standing there. Perhaps because the little monk was too weird, it did not try to stop that guy.

After all, the reason he could live for so many years was not because of his strength, but because of his ability to survive. Seeing the little monk going away, Pulao's fear in his eyes finally dissipated a little, and he lowered his eyes slightly and spoke calmly to Ye Wuyou.

"You do have some self-awareness. If you also attempt to leave, I will really take action to keep all of you..."

The words stopped abruptly.

But the little monk who had left earlier appeared again at the same place.

As soon as he came, Pulao was speechless again.

Ye Wuyou didn't care.

"Why are you back?"

"I just found something on the road and ate it. Now I am full and happy, but I have no one to share it with, so I came to say hello to the donor."

The little monk's words were a little unclear, but from his tone, he seemed to be really happy.

Ye Wuyou turned his head slightly and found that the little monk seemed to be chewing something in his mouth.

That familiar smell, the [key]...

It was just a one-time weirdness, and since Ye Wuyou had used it, he didn't want to get it back. He smiled calmly without saying much.

For the little monk, it was truly pie in the sky.

However, the little monk looked at Ye Wuyou at this moment, and then broke off one of his fingers as he had done before.

The little monk broke his fingers himself, but his face did not show any pain at all.

He handed the blood-stained finger to Ye Wuyou.

"Master Ye, I give you this. If you can survive this disaster, it may help you avoid eternal damnation."

Ye Wuyou took it casually, not caring what it was, and did not refuse.

The air was filled with wind and sand, and Ye Wuyou stood alone, with a little monk next to him who closed his eyes as if chanting scriptures.

Pulao in the sky seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Ye Wuyou simply opened his mouth and asked to the person beside him.

"You're still keeping it, do you want to help me kill this toad?"

Before the little monk could reply, angry shouts were heard from the sky.

"Asshole, I am Pulao, a dragon son!"

Ye Wuyou didn't care and just looked at the little monk.

The little monk shook his head and sighed helplessly like a child.

"Donor Ye is very kind to me. I really want to help you, so I am still staying here."

"Oh? So you really want to help me kill that toad?" Ye Wuyou said with a chuckle.

It seems that my feeding finally worked. May Buddha have mercy on me. Amen.

The young monk was stunned at first, then shook his head and spoke quickly.

"No, I am just thinking about praying for the donor's soul..."

Ye Wuyou's expression suddenly became extremely cold.

He turned his head, remained silent for a while, and finally squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"roll."

The little monk left.

There is only one person left here.

One man and one demon, staring at each other from a distance.

Only after he was sure that the little monk would not appear again did Pulao regain his playful expression as if everything was under control.

"Hand over the sacred tree and tell me the origin of that bald donkey, and I will give you a quick death..."

The voice came with the wind and sand, but Ye Wuyou ignored it.

All the complicated noises in his mind were now covered by a picture.

Those were the last words Lu Caiwei said as she looked at him.

Can't the little stutterer even speak?

But he still understood it.

"The king is talking to you, do you hear me?"

Angry words came from the sky, accompanied by a slash from Pulao.

The dark blue giant was cut off at the waist, and Ye Wuyou's body was like a nail deeply rooted in the ground, with his chest a bloody mess.

At this moment, the pain finally spread throughout his body, and the numbness in Ye Wuyou's eyes gradually became clear, as if he had regained some of his spirit.

My state just now was like a dream, just like after I have stayed up all night for seven days, the words others said to me were as little as flies.

He just went along with everything that happened.

But now I am sober.

He murmured softly and responded to Lu Caiwei's questions on his own.

"I can't win at all. I don't understand..."

The narrator's murmurings continued to echo, having replayed in his mind a thousand times.

[If people are not burdened by their physical bodies, the Daluo Heaven will be before their eyes]

[The inner demon tribulation is nothing to you. There is no inner demon in this world for you. It is just a shackle in the mortal world.]

Yes, the inner demon calamity.

What is the inner demon calamity?
Not important at all!
Only those who are as weak as ants need to overcome the calamity of the inner demon.

And I am no longer a human being.

The moment this thought appeared in his mind.

All the noise in my heart disappeared.

There is no constant repetition of "I am a human being" to discourage oneself.

Instead, there was a sound like the sound of nature.

The sound of Sanskrit arises in my mind.

There is a dull bell sound echoing in my heart.

There is rumbling thunder echoing in the body.

[You finally realized the third level of the No-Form Heart Sutra - No-Form]

The narrator's voice sounded again at this moment, louder than all the previous words, and with a faint smile.

[Hiding from the will of heaven, avoiding cause and effect, all kinds of shackles trap my true self]

[Following the will of heaven and accepting the cause and effect, today I know that I am myself]

[Once you realize the truth and see your true self, why fear the old shackles?]

There was enlightenment in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

This is what I once heard the narrator say.

But there seemed to be another sentence that the narration did not say.

But today I finally understood it all.

【The shackles of this world are just a dream】

[No form, no appearance, no self]

The next moment, an invisible sharp blade swept over.

Ye Wuyou's body suddenly exploded and turned into meat paste.

(End of this chapter)