Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

There were only three people left in the original team of four, and the fisherman left. He said that he still had things to do. Racha didn't know what he would face when he went back, but from Shenlong's words, he felt that the fisherman should face it.

Many dangers.

However, with the addition of the monk, there were four people again.

"May the spirits of nature bless you, fisherman."

At the moment of parting, Racha said to him.

The fisherman laughed: "My full name is not Fisherman, but it is too troublesome to say it in Ionia's language. That's why you have been calling me Fisherman all these years. Just call me Kedar. I hope you are like Frey.

As strong as Erdhord's ice, farewell, my friend."

Just like that, he left.

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When we returned to the village again, it was already September. Trees and weeds were growing wildly, and the fields were full of shadows of weeds. Racha also saw some animals running through it. There was only silence left here.

The monk put down the package in his hand, squinted at the sky, and then sat on the ground: "Wait until tonight, and you can officially be saved."

Jie and Shen's eyes were quite complicated. They looked at the empty houses in the village, and they remained silent without saying a word.

Racha opened the door of his house, and there was dust everywhere. But fortunately, no deer or other things came in. At least those things were placed as they were when he left, and they stayed where they were now.

He sighed, walked to his bed, picked up a very old wooden windmill, and said, "Father, I did it."

"I successfully found a monk who is willing to save everyone. As for summoning spirits... the murderer is already dead, and we didn't even go to find him. Originally, I was prepared to give my life, but you are right, preparation is always just

It could be preparation in advance.”

"I don't know how you are doing with your mother there, but I hope you are all well. Soon, I will leave the village. I don't know where I will go, maybe go to Suji Zen Monastery to become a walking monk?

I don't know, I hope you can protect me."

Time flies by so fast, and night is just around the corner.

The monk woke up from his meditation and stood up. Racha, Jie, and Shen, who had been prepared for a long time, came over. Racha asked: "Do you need anything else? I have heard,

Monks need some tools to achieve salvation."

"No, you don't need anything." The monk smiled peacefully, and he came to the cemetery by the river like a prophet.

The trickles of energy began to gather around him, and Racha felt that the originally cool night was getting hotter and hotter. The monk's body emitted a golden light, and matching his image, he looked like a god or god enshrined in a temple.

Statues of ancestors.

He clasped his hands together and bowed his head piously.

Some animals began to walk out of the nearby woods. Deer, wolves, squirrels, and even venomous snakes slowly crawled towards them. However, they did not attack each other or chirp restlessly. They seemed to be invited to come and watch, just like that.

Standing there, the branches of nearby tree trunks were filled with birds that Racha couldn't name, and the tree closest to them sprouted a new bud in an instant.

The monk sighed sadly and took off his linen shirt: "O innocent people who died because of other people's mistakes, O dead people who have been sleeping for a long time, I beg you...please throw yourself into bliss,

To the next life.”

Racha felt his hair stand on end, and his hands and feet seemed to be numb. Because other people in the village, the souls of the sixty-three dead people were slowly standing up on their graves. From the simple wooden tombstone

Slowly emerging from it, an illusive blue body, its eyes filled with resentment towards the living.

But they did not start to move, but just stood there stiffly. The sadness in the monk's eyes became more and more intense, and he even shed tears, as if he felt for what they were going through.

"Although I cannot understand your pain...but I am willing to bear it for you." He closed his eyes and shed tears. The golden light on his body became thicker and thicker, and after reaching a certain extreme, it turned into white fluorescence.

.lit up the night sky, and the pink petals that came from nowhere followed the airflow and enveloped the river beach cemetery.

"I just ask you to put down your hatred and move towards bliss." He continued. At the same time, a resentful spirit screamed, and Racha immediately recognized him. It was Lite who lived at the end of the village. He rushed towards the monk

, the illusory body passed through him.

The monk groaned, and a shallow white mark appeared on his throat. Racha suddenly felt a shiver, and he trembled at his terrible guess - what if it was really what he thought?

Li Teuk died because his throat was cut.

After passing through the monk, Leeteuk slowly disappeared. His light blue spirit turned into a burst of white light and gradually floated towards the sky.

The next half hour was the most difficult time in Racha's life so far. He watched helplessly as the ghosts of his fellow villagers passed through the monk's body one after another. He endured all the pain, cutting his throat and stabbing his heart.

Or suffocation.

No matter what kind of pain he suffered, he never moved a step. He just stood there with his hands clasped together. Jie and Shen had already turned their backs. They kept reciting scriptures silently.

Racha looked at all this with awe, and he looked at the monk worriedly. He never knew that such a thing would happen in the salvation, what if he died for his own reasons? In that case, Racha would never

Forgive yourself.

But the monk did not die.

After the sixty-three resentful souls disappeared, the monk opened his eyes. The white light slowly dissipated, and the petals fell to the ground. The animals all chirped, and then slowly disappeared into the woods, even the snakes looked towards him.

Then he spat out the letter.

Ratcha quickly ran to the monk's side and tried to help him, but was refused.

"No, Racha. Don't touch me, otherwise you will be in pain." He said.

Racha saw large tattoos appearing on his chest and back at some point. The mysterious patterns and ancient characters were intertwined to form a scroll. Just one glance made Racha feel dizzy.

The monk said to him: "The people in your village died innocently, and they are full of resentment because they have been dead for so long without being saved. I have no choice but to absorb the painful memories of their deaths and keep them in myself.

.Only in this way can they go to the next life."

He put on his clothes, coughed twice, and felt much weaker: "In this way, the matter is settled. I'm going back to the monastery, and I'll say goodbye."

After the monk finished speaking, he picked up the package and left without any regrets.

It wasn't until his figure slowly disappeared that Racha, who was standing there blankly, remembered that he had never asked Racha for anything in return.