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Chapter 372 The Eighth Apostle, the Master of the Evil Qilin, the Ghost Buddha - Mu Bowen.

The old monk was stunned for a moment:
"Donor, you..."

Li Yang's mental power exploded like a volcano.

The surging spiritual power ran rampant in the forest.

A terrifying force descended, and Li Yang's appearance changed.

Round hat, suit, and skull.

This is what the Grim Reaper looks like.

The black soul fire jumped in Li Yang's eyes, and two runes appeared.

He extended his index finger toward the old monk:

"I still have use for you, and I don't intend to let you die."

The old monk knew so many things, and Li Yang wanted to know more.

For example, the details between the Hunter Guild and the Celestial Clan.

Li Yang needs to know how many homeless people the Hunter Guild has left behind in this world.

The Celestial Tribe will invade in the future, and we still have very little information about our enemies.

Furthermore, this old monk is the sixth-level monk in this world except himself. He is very powerful. How could he die like this?

The old monk realized what Li Yang was going to do and said hurriedly:
"Donor, after seeing you, I will die without regrets.

Donor, please do not lose your soul power to help this poor monk!
The donor may not know that soul power is extremely difficult to cultivate, and every bit of it is lost.

If the donor wastes his soul for me and delays his practice, I will be a sinner for all eternity!"

Li Yang ignored the old monk. The power of his soul passed through his finger bones and condensed into a rune in mid-air.

The power of the soul is indeed very rare for others.

But it is worthless to Li Yang.

As long as there are fallen angels and believers, the power of the soul will be endless.

If a god of death is so stingy that he even tries to steal the power of the soul, how can he still be called the hammer god of death?
The rune filled with mysterious soul was imprinted on the old monk's forehead as he looked at him in shock.

"This, such pure soul power! How is it possible?!
Apart from the president, who else would have such a powerful soul!
The president actually gave you all these methods!"

After being shocked, the old monk quickly put his hands together and used his mental strength to stabilize the soul mark bestowed by Li Yang.

The soul mark on the old monk's forehead emitted a black light, and the power of death filled the old monk's soul.

The old monk chanted Sanskrit and Buddhist words.

The power in him changed.

It was no longer the golden Buddha light, but the inky black power of death.

The old monk who originally used magic to emit golden light now looks like a ghost Buddha.

The old monk recovered and bowed solemnly to Li Yang:

"Thank you for saving my life!"

Li Yang's mouth curled up into a smile:
"Don't be so quick to thank me. You have to pay a price to gain my power."

Anyone who gets something from Li Yang has to pay a corresponding price.

And the price is often freedom.

The old monk can continue to survive because of Li Yang's Mark of Death.

And this mark of death is Li Yang's means of controlling the old monk.

In other words, although the old monk now has self-awareness, his control is entirely in the hands of Li Yang.

The old monk didn’t mind this:

"If I can do more for this world, even if I become a puppet of the donor, it will not be in vain for my cultivation."

Li Yang frowned.

He didn't like this kind of Madonna very much.

The old monk smiled:
"In fact, I have met you a long time ago."

Li Yang:

"Oh?"

The old monk said:
"Lejia City, Great Compassion Temple."

Li Yang recalled.

There is an ancient tomb at the foot of the mountain of Daci Dabei Temple.

The first time the ruins revived was in that ancient tomb.

Li Yang looked the old monk up and down and said:
"At that time, outside the gate of Daci Dabei Temple, there was an old abbot who stopped the developer from demolishing the temple."

The old monk nodded:

"That's me." Li Yang raised his eyebrows:

"The old abbot died at the temple gate."

The old monk said quietly:
“I am a Buddhist and Taoist practitioner.

The Taoist master was able to transform into the Three Pure Ones in one breath. This skill makes this poor monk very envious.

I also follow the example of the Taoist master. Although I cannot transform into the Three Pure Ones in one breath, I can split myself into two.

The body and the soul have different consciousnesses at the same time.

In our time, he took the name "Fo Lao" in his flesh and suppressed the celestial race under the sea.

The soul was named 'Mu Bowen' and was reincarnated as a baby who died at birth.

I am a poor monk in the Great Compassion and Great Mercy Temple, and would like to accept some disciples to prepare for the future invasion of the Celestial Clan.

The moment I saw the donor’s power in the ancient tomb, I knew that it was time for me to give up my mortal body.

By the way, I also have a favorite disciple named Evil Qilin.

It’s just that I haven’t seen him for a long time, and I don’t know how he is doing.

If he is nurtured by a donor, he will definitely... "

"Dead." Li Yang said without hesitation.

The old monk opened his mouth in astonishment, with sadness in his eyes:
"I see. He didn't listen to my advice after all."

Li Yang pondered for a moment and said quietly:

"You have a good apprentice."

The Evil Qilin is indeed a genius.

If it weren't for my bad luck, I could have achieved great success.

Li Yang looked down the mountain and said:
"From now on, you will be the eighth apostle of my Devil Club."

With the old monk here, the next blood moon can be bigger.

The spiritual power of this old monk alone is almost as much as that of all the other apostles combined.

The Blood Moon can be carried out simultaneously in Dongying, Philippines, Yuenan Kingdom, and other places in Asia.

The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly:
"Follow the orders of the donor."

. . . . . .

Nanhai, Jinmu Coffee Shop.

Su Manman sat by the window in a daze.

What happened tonight had a great impact on her.

There was an important person in her mind, but she just forgot who it was.

According to the old monk, the important person is the so-called president, the old man who picks up rubbish.

No wonder Li Yang had the dream that time. The scene when he dreamed of the old monk was in a coffee shop.

It seems that the president likes drinking coffee very much.

The young man sitting by the window at that time was probably the president when he was young.

Li Yang walked into the cafe and sat in front of Su Manman.

Su Manman opened her mouth and wanted to ask something, but she didn't know where to start and couldn't say anything.

Li Yang stared into Su Manman's eyes and asked:
"Who are your parents? Do you remember?"

Su Manman was stunned for a moment and shook her head:

"do not remember."

Li Yang nodded. He was not surprised by the answer, but also a little disappointed.

He wanted to verify one thing, something about the Reiki Age.

According to the old monk, the past spiritual era was a technological era, where everyone could awaken their talents, and there was also a security administration bureau.

It was hard for Li Yang not to think that the Reiki era was not an era of the past, but... an era of the future.

Those who have lost their homes and the guild leader are not from the past, but from the future.

If Su Manman came from the future, her hacking skills would make sense.

The hacking technology of the future will surely crush today's information technology.

He dared to think.

If the president is really that powerful and can travel back from the future to the past, perhaps he can really do it.

The revival of the spiritual energy that he created coincides with the future era of universal transcendence, forming a closure in time and space.

I am now opening up that spiritual era!
You are the root of the spiritual era!
If I knew Su Manman's family history, perhaps I could confirm my guess.

(End of this chapter)