The Strongest Soldier in the City

Hearing what the old monk said, Chen Liuhe sneered and said: "The Chen family died of more than fifty people, all of them died, and the deaths were extremely miserable. The blood stained the old land of the Chen family. Who will bear this fault? , How can you not report? Master, you come and tell me, how do you let me put it down?"

At the end, Chen Liuhe almost roared out, and he sternly said: "I don't need someone to save me, Chen Liuhe."

"The Chen family's suffering is sorrowful, so the suffering cannot be allowed to continue. Chen Xiantu must have believed that leaving the inheritance and continuation in the world is far more important than revenge, and it is ten million times more important." The elderly monk said.

"That's his idea, what does it have to do with me? I have my obsessions and ideas!" Chen Liuhe said disdainfully.

"Hey..." The old monk sighed uncontrollably as he looked at Chen Liuhe, who was hostile and determined.

"If you know you must enter the ear, nose, and hell, why do you want to go your own way." The old monk said.

"There are some things that the Buddha can't solve, so why can't they become demons right away?" Chen Liuhe said coldly.

"Hey..." The old monk sighed again. If his apprentice who was nearly 70 years old and had been with him for decades saw this scene, he would be stunned. The already stable Buddha Heart, I'm afraid it will cause ripples.

Because this old monk may have made this long sigh not as many times as tonight...

"Master, the junior is just a layman. There is no way to compare with you in realm. You can't escape into the empty door, and can't let go of hatred and obsession." Chen Liuhe said.

"Fine." The old monk didn't even continue to persuade him, and he didn't even say a word.

He strode forward, passing by Chen Liuhe, and instead of returning to the old temple, he headed towards the mountains.

"You have hot meals in your house." The old monk left these words and disappeared into the night.

Chen Liuhe had been absorbed in his mind for a long time, and his heart was ups and downs. This was indeed not an ordinary monk. He only discovered this tonight.

It is ridiculous that he stayed here for four days, but he didn't find any clues.

This couldn't help making him feel a sense of horror. This old monk was unfathomable.

It took a few minutes for Chen Liuhe to converge. Chen Liuhe let out a foul breath and walked back to the house.

He could feel that this old monk had no real hostility towards him.

Those words just now may really be good for oneself.

Chen Liuhe was really interested in the identity of this elderly monk.

What kind of person is it that can actually say the kind of big talk to protect yourself for the rest of your life?

In this world, is there anyone who can compete with the Taishang Family Alliance? Can anyone protect themselves from their murderous intentions?

This is no different from dreaming...

Chen Liuhe was dubious, and it was impossible for him to come up with a reason.

On the other side, the elderly monk was walking at night, and the rugged mountain road at his feet walked as if walking on the ground.

Regardless of how old he is, he is over a hundred years old, but his pace is still brisk, walking on this mountain road, there is no feeling of strenuousness.

Not long after, he came to the cliff rock.

He stood by the rock, looking out at the starry night sky and the wilderness mountains.

He stood here for a long time, and the night wind was very strong, "Woo" sounded on him, but he was motionless like a mountain, as if he had an air that could contend with the forces of nature.

Suddenly, the old monk turned his head and glanced at the direction of the deserted rock.

It feels as if there is a person standing next to the rock.

At this moment, the old monk's eyes flashed with memories and nostalgia, as if he had really seen the old friend, he stood quietly beside him.

As they did many years ago, the two of them stood here to talk about the truth.

"Old friend, old friend, you are right and wrong." The old monk said in a faint voice.

"You said, if there is a descendant who is qualified to use the name Chen Liuhe, then he must be someone who is not inferior to you in terms of talent and elegance."

The old monk whispered, "You are right about this."

"You said that with me, you will be able to preserve the last inheritance and continuation of your Chen family. You may be wrong about this."

Speaking of this, the old monk sighed again. This was the third long sigh he had sighed tonight. It was also the only three long sighs in his legendary life spanning more than a hundred years, all tonight.

"If he doesn't go up the mountain, how good he would be, he won't be able to follow your old path, and he won't be able to get the sword intent of the sea of ​​blood you left behind."

The old monk said, "I said, that is the art of mass killing in the world, if he gets it, it will surely be filled with blood."

"He is very similar to you, with the same attitude, the same perseverance and strong. But... you have both the Buddha mind and the Asura mind! And this descendant of yours, I am afraid that there is only the Asura mind..." The old monk sighed again, a fourth long sigh.

"This can't be blamed on him. He was born and even alive. Maybe it was a mistake from the beginning. It was a joke God made with this world."

The old monk whispered to himself endlessly, as if he was in a dialogue with his old friend who had passed away for many years: "Under his situation, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate a Buddha mind..."

"He is a very assertive little guy. He will definitely go down the road he believes, no matter whether it is right or wrong, whether it is life or death."

The old monk showed a wry smile and said: "The chance is really wonderful, even if the old monk wants to stop it, he can't stop it."

"Even if the old monk concealed the information of the blood sea sword intent with private thoughts, he still got it."

The old monk said: "In this game, the old monk lost in my bet against you. You are better off."

Having said that, the monk fell silent for a long time, more than ten minutes.

Waves appeared on his old face.

"You said, if you climbed the mountain with me back then, wouldn't the following things happen? The Chen family wouldn't suffer the disaster of blood and light?"

The monk continued: "However, maybe you are right. If you really follow me up the mountain, maybe you will end up like me, belittle all the four things, and escape into the Buddha's door."

"In this world, there will be no glorious period of the Chen family. Although it is only a flash in the pan, in the long river of history sinking, the legend will only become more legendary in future generations. Isn't this what you most looked forward to when you were young? "

The monk said: "Your long-cherished wish is to make the Chen family famous. You spent most of your life, and you finally did it."

"I still remember the last time you came to me, tell me before you leave..."