The bonfire is about to go out, and the embers flicker in the cold wind, reflecting the broken bodies on Gobi Desert.
Fang Mo sat cross-legged on top of Bluestone, playing with the string of cracked Human Bone Prayer Beads in his hands.
Prayer Beads is cold, and the originally warm patina on it has been burned dry by an extremely high temperature, and the surface is covered with fine Gray White Powder.
That's Bone Ash.
It is not the Bone Ash of the dead, but the embers left after the life of the living has burned out.
"Joyful Zen, Pure Bliss Realm."
Fang Mo whispered, rubbing the surface of one Prayer Beads with his fingertips, feeling the subtle warmth remaining on it.
That crazy Lecherous Monk, at the moment of Self-detonate Dharma Aspect, turned all his Essence, Qi, and Spirit, together with that stinky skin, into a pile of red powder that could taint Golden Body.
According to common sense, this means that one's soul has been completely destroyed, and one is no longer qualified to enter reincarnation.
But Fang Mo doesn't believe it.
A guy who is so afraid of death that he puts rouge on his eyebrows and practices Joyful Zen to numb himself will never leave himself no escape route.
"Come out."
Fang Mo threw Prayer Beads into the air.
Nothing happens.
Prayer Beads is about to fall to the ground under the influence of gravity.
A dim light flashed in Fang Mo's eyes, and the right hand covered by Black Fluid suddenly poked out, not to pick up Prayer Beads, but to grab hard at the void below Prayer Beads.
Bah.
The crisp sound of tearing cloth resounded in the air.
The palm of Fang Mo did not grasp the entity, but instead held a ball of Pink Gas that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
The air flow was extremely weak, like a wisp of light smoke about to dissipate, shivering in the cold wind, desperately trying to escape from this big iron-like hand.
"Hide?"
Fang Mo sneered, Black Qi surged in his palms, that was the absolute suppression from Prison Suppressor.
"You still haven't paid me the food you owe me. Do you want to default on the debt?"
The ball of Pink Gas suddenly froze.
The next moment, an extremely weak wave of thoughts, like the flapping of mosquito wings, came from the airflow:
"... poor... so poor..."
Fang Mo ignored this idea, grabbed the bunch of Prayer Beads that was about to land with the other hand, and pressed the bunch of Pink Gas into the largest Main Bead.
"Ah--!"
A scream seemed to resound in the void.
The originally gray and dry Bone Beads suddenly glowed with a strange red light on its surface after swallowing the airflow.
Immediately afterwards, the red light bloomed, and the extremely fine pink dust scattered around, which was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye - that is, all the traces left on the battlefield after Jie Se's self-destruction, seemed to be attracted by a magnet. Iron Filings gathered crazily towards this Bone Beads.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
The air within a hundred feet radius was completely clear.
The Bone Beads was suspended in the air, trembling violently, and then exploded into a cloud of pink smoke with a "bang" sound.
The smoke did not dissipate, but slowly condensed into a small person the size of a palm right in front of Fang Mo.
The little man Five Senses is the same as Jie Se. He is wearing a mini cassock made of condensed red mist, and the rouge between his eyebrows is dazzling.
But at this time, he had long lost the arrogance and madness he had before, and his little face was full of weakness and pain.
"The poor monk's Dharma Aspect... The poor monk's wife book has been saved for thirty years..."
Mini Jie Se sat cross-legged in the void, covering his face with his hands, and let out a miserable cry, "It's gone, it's all gone... Now even the body is gone, only a soul is left. How can we go to the Yihong Pavilion in the future? How can we repair Joyful Zen?"
Fang Mo silently looked at Demon Monk who was crying and screaming, took out half a piece of hard sesame seed cake from his arms, broke it into pieces and threw it over.
"Eat."
The crying stopped suddenly.
Mini Jie Se put down his hand and stared straight at the sesame cake residue on the ground with his eyes, which were not much bigger than mung beans.
He swallowed. It was obviously Soul Body, but he made extremely vivid swallowing movements.
"This... is this an offering to ghosts?"
Jie Se curled his lips in disgust, but floated over honestly, picked up a piece of sesame cake residue that was bigger than his head, and took a big bite.
There was no sound of chewing the real thing. The moment the piece of sesame cake residue came into contact with his lips, it turned into a wisp of pure Five Grains Qi and was inhaled by him.
"It tastes really bad."
Jie Se was devouring his food while complaining vaguely, "There is no smell of meat or wine. Fang Shizhu, you are a bit unkind. After all, the poor monk only behaved like this just to save you, so you just use this thing to send your savior away?"
Fang Mo said nothing, just looked at him.
That look was like looking at a rare and exotic animal kept in a cage.
Seeing this made Jie Se feel very frightened.
"Uh... Well, Fang Shizhu, if you have something to say, don't look at the poor monk like that. The poor monk is now weak and cannot withstand being scared." Jie Se shrank his neck and hid the remaining half of the sesame cake residue behind his back.
"Since we are alive, let's talk about the price."
Fang Mo spoke, and his voice sounded particularly cold in the night.
"The price?" Jie Se was stunned.
"I took your life back from Ghost Gate Pass." Fang Mo pointed at the string of Prayer Beads, "Now, you are my debtor."
Jie Se's eyes widened. "No... the poor monk blew up Dharma Aspect to save you. How do you calculate this account? You owe me, right?"
"Did I ask you to save me?" Fang Mo asked.
Jie Se opened his mouth and was speechless.
It seems... it really didn't happen.
It was because of his own obsession that he insisted on being a hero.
"Moreover." Fang Mo stood up, patted the dust on his body, and looked condescendingly at the little man floating in the air, "You didn't save us either. It was me who killed Kongji in the end. It was me who saved these losers. Besides giving that Old Bald Donkey an indelible odor, what else did you do?"
Jie Se is sluggish.
There seems to be nothing wrong with this logic...?
But he always felt that something was wrong. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "Then... wouldn't this fight with the poor monk be in vain?"
"It's not in vain."
Fang Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed the mini figure in his palm, like a little chicken.
"From today on, you are my pendant."
Fang Mo put the string of Prayer Beads back on his wrist, and then forced Jie Se's small Soul Body into the largest Main Bead.
"Keep it well for me. When Great Thunderclap Temple comes, there will be plenty of meat for you to eat."
"No? Great Thunderclap Temple! Still going!"
Jie Se screamed in horror from Prayer Beads, "Fang Shizhu! Fang Ancestor! Can we not go? I only have a soul left now. If I go over there, I will be captured by those bald donkeys and made into Lamp Oil!"
"That's just right."
Fang Mo stepped towards the darkness, his voice without any ripples.
"I also need a light."