There is no one around in the open field, it is silent,

Zhong Sheng looked left and right, looking in all directions, but he was the only one.

"Haha, I finally escaped."

Bodhidharma tried to defend himself day and night, but he still found an opportunity to escape during the night.

At this moment, Zhong Sheng felt as happy as a fish leaping into the abyss.

"Master, I can only accept your kindness."

Zhong Wang faced the direction he came from, bowed respectfully, turned around and ran away.

Just as I was about to take a step, I saw a large group of clouds on the horizon, some white, some black, some gray.

"Huh?"

Zhong Sheng hurriedly approached, and it turned out to be a large herd of sheep, grazing on the grass with their heads down.

There are flocks of sheep with different coat colors. You squeeze me and I squeeze you, competing to eat the weeds on the ground.

"Woooooooo!"

From a corner of the flock, sad sobbing came from a corner, and Zhong Sheng heard it.

Zhong Sheng looked curiously and saw that it was an old man holding a leather whip, wrapped in sheepskin, wiping his eyes and crying.

The surrounding sheep obviously didn't understand his sadness and were still grazing on their own.

"Why are you crying?"

Somehow, Zhong Sheng couldn't help but ask the old man.

The old man wiped the corners of his eyes and changed from sobbing quietly to bursting into tears.

"My son died, and no one was there to see him die."

The old sheepherder cried to Zhong Sheng, "They say murder pays for life, but the murderer is at large. The old man feels miserable!"

"Tell me, should the murderer pay for his life with one life?"

Zhong Sheng was about to speak subconsciously, but suddenly paused.

Speaking of killing, he also killed a lot. If he wanted to pay with his life, ten thousand lives would not be enough.

The old man waited for Zhong Sheng's answer, but there was no response for a long time.

The surrounding sheep started to make a commotion, perhaps because the surrounding weeds had eaten up, and the old man was eagerly urged to drive them elsewhere.

"Don't make trouble."

The old man swung his whip and pulled out a whip, which made a loud explosion in the air.

"My son died unjustly! He was beaten to death while he was walking on the road."

"Lang Jun, can you help me?"

Zhong Sheng thought how difficult it was, and just when he was about to agree, he felt a throbbing in his heart.

As soon as the words came to my lips, they stopped in the blink of an eye.

The old man's eyes were full of expectation, and he became more and more impatient. He whipped the sheep under his feet.

"Sorry, sad, sad!"

The beaten sheep screamed in pain and raised its head to beg.

Zhong Sheng subconsciously looked down, and his hair suddenly stood up.

It turns out that what is eating grass is not a sheep, but a monster with the head of a human and the body of a sheep.

Previously, he had his head buried in the ground eating grass and could not see his face clearly. Now he is looking up to the sky, showing a sad face.

Zhong Sheng took a few steps back and stepped on a few sheep. When he looked carefully, he saw that they were all monsters with sheep bodies and human heads.

Looking around, there are more than a thousand similar monsters in all directions.

So, who is the old man who herds these monsters?

Zhong Sheng felt wary, but the old man across from him seemed unaware and was still questioning him.

"Should my son's revenge be avenged?"

"If I want revenge, would Mr. Lang be willing to help me?"

Zhong Sheng took a deep breath and recited the six-word mantra silently, calming down his palpitating heart.

"Old man, who is your son?"

The old man put down the hand that was wiping his tears, looked at Zhong Sheng, and said word by word.

"My son is the boy you beat to death."

He took out a human head from behind and said, "Here, it's him."

The head was still dripping with blood, its eyes were closed, and it had a rough beard. It was clearly a charlatan in a small town.

Brush, close your eyes and open them instantly!

Ji Tong's head opened and he vomited out a large group of sticky blood clots, and continued to vomit.

"Mr. Lang, one life for one life, take your life!"

Zhong Sheng felt wary. Under normal circumstances, he would have kicked the weird old man like a ball.

But now is obviously not the time.

"Demon herding is this sorcery."

He remembered that when Tao Tong, a young boy, mentioned this witchcraft to him.

Could it be that the strange sheep in front of us are the dream monsters herded by the other party?

Thinking about it this way, I am not in the real world, but unknowingly being pulled into the dreamland by the other person.

Zhong Sheng turned around and left, and an old man's voice sounded behind him, "You can't escape."

As the head boy kept vomiting blood, the sheep became more and more commotion.

"Wow!

Zhongsheng was like a carp, and when he woke up, he found that he was standing on the ground.

"It's so dangerous, it's a nightmare.

Fortunately, I woke up and was not deceived by the other party, so I escaped early.

Ji Tong once said that if you are haunted by nightmares, your mind is unclear, and you are lost in the dream, you will fall into the control of the other party.

When the time comes, it will be fish and meat on the chopping board, life and death cannot be controlled.

"That old man is actually the father of Ji Tong."

Reminiscent of the news from the town, the skill of jitong has been passed down from generation to generation.

"Dharma only said that it was wrong for me to kill people, but if I cut the grass without eradicating the roots, the troubles will still be endless."

Zhong Sheng thought that if he wanted to solve the problem, he would have to go back and kill the old Jatong man as well.

The old man who dares to worship in his dream is not an innocent person.

"Whoop!"

Zhong Shengxin wanted to avoid Bodhidharma, so he subconsciously looked aside, where Bodhidharma was supposed to be meditating.

Now, it is empty.

The hair on Zhong Sheng's already soaked back instantly stood up.

My feet were slightly itchy, and I heard a soft cry of 'Ai Ai'.

Zhong Sheng gritted his teeth and lowered his head to look. A monster with the head of a human and the body of a goat looked up at him, his eyes full of pleading.

He is still dreaming, thinking he has escaped, but in fact he has not escaped.

Cries from all directions rang in my ears, and a whip cracked like thunder, "Give me back my son's life."

The old man's faint voice lingers like maggots attached to the bones.

"Isn't this reasonable?"

Zhong Sheng raised his foot and crushed the monster next to him. It was not a flesh and blood body, and it dispersed into a large black smoke on the spot.

The black smoke is like fresh life. It does not disperse with the wind, but adheres to Zhongsheng's body surface and penetrates into his body along the pores.

"Not good!"

Zhong Sheng's eyes were spinning, and his body was extremely heavy, as if a lead weight was falling.

More and more monsters are approaching from the surroundings, spontaneously emitting black smoke, and aiming at his seven orifices.

The old man not far away was waving his long whip, urging the monsters to swarm forward.

The expression on Ji Tong's head became more and more cheerful and strange, as if he was eager to see his enemy die.
To be continued...