The Strongest Soldier in the City

I really wanted to sleep, but the strange dream did not continue to appear.

This made Chen Liuhe a little weird. Why did the same dream disappear suddenly for several days?

Maybe it's because my mood has changed, so that dream doesn't appear anymore?

There is no basis to explain all of this clearly, Chen Liuhe just smiled and didn't think much about it.

In the morning, before sunrise, Chen Liuhe went to the cliff and rock as usual.

But this time he did not continue to practice the Sea of ​​Blood Sword Intent.

But sitting cross-legged on the rock without distracting thoughts, watching the sunrise rise from the top of the mountain, the warmth enveloped the earth, the scene was magnificent and shocking.

There is no such thing as Ming Wu, Chen Liuhe's performance is exceptionally peaceful, his face is full of warmth, with a slight smile that does not ask the world, he enjoys the magnificence and splendor of the rising sun.

Once he sits here, it's all morning.

During this period, he did nothing, just sitting here, letting his mind empty, thinking nothing, and throwing all the grudges and trivial things aside, he regarded himself as an idle cloud and wild crane who had escaped from the mundane world.

Chen Liuhe's life suddenly became extremely calm when his mood changed.

In the next few days, Chen Liuhe came here in this way, as if he was letting go, with unprecedented purity and emptiness.

As if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him, he no longer insisted on improving his own strength.

Every day, I went out early and returned late. I sat on the cliffs and rocks for a whole day. I didn't do any more than one thing.

As for the blood-red long sword, he hadn't touched it for several days, and the idea of ​​cultivating the sword intent of the blood sea was completely interrupted.

Time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, six days have passed.

Counting the days, Chen Liuhe has been on the top of Mount Tai for ten days.

And before the twenty-five-year agreement, there are only three days left.

On this day, Chen Liuhe was still up early, the sky was still bright, and the sunrise had not yet begun.

He rinsed and cleaned up the room.

When he walked out of the room, his whole person looked refreshed, and his face glowed with an unspeakable look.

Obviously, the relaxation of the past few days has adjusted his state to a very ideal situation.

"Drink" was tied to the back by Chen Liuhe. He was facing the house where the elderly monk was, with his hands folded, and bowed deeply. This bow was very deep and full of unknown gratitude. Affection.

After a few seconds, Chen Liuhe stood up straight, he turned around resolutely, and left this dilapidated small temple that had greatly benefited him.

Today is the day when Chen Liuhe left Mount Tai.

There are some things that he has to face even if he doesn't want to face it. There are only three days left for him, and he must leave.

When he came to the cliff rock again, Chen Liuhe sat cross-legged on the rock, looking at the eastern sky, the ray of red light slowly rising from the horizontal line.

A round of fiery red sun slowly rose into the sky.

This is the last time Chen Liuhe has sat here to watch the sunrise. His face is peaceful, without any sharpness or hostility.

At this moment, he looks ordinary, ordinary can no longer be ordinary, and the aura on his body has been reduced by him.

The scorching sun rose high in the sky, the morning mist in the mountains had slowly dissipated, the sky was bright, and the whole earth seemed to be resurrected.

Chen Liuhe got up, strode away, and headed down the road.

Not long after Chen Liuhe's figure disappeared, two people appeared here.

They are not others, but the two monks in the dilapidated temple.

The leader is an elderly monk with a white beard, and behind him is his disciple, who is also a yellow-robed monk who is very old and showing his aging. This monk has both eyebrows. gray.

On the surface, I am afraid that the age will not be much younger than the elderly monk.

"Master, did you just let him leave?" The monk with gray eyebrows said respectfully.

"Taoism pays attention to the nature of Taoism, and our Buddhist school pays attention to dependent origin and death. Although Buddha crosses people, it can't stop people." The elderly monk said earnestly.

"I'm afraid it is the tragedy of more than 20 years ago, and it will repeat itself. The hot summer land will cause a **** storm." said the monk with gray eyebrows.

"What should I do? As a teacher, I must persuade him to put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha. Is that what my Buddha should do?" the elderly monk asked with a smile.

"This may be ferrying him, but even saving him." said the monk with gray eyebrows.

The elderly monk shook his head slightly: "Wu Ming, he is different from other people. He has his own way to go, and no one can change his way. He was born after catastrophe, from purgatory. Come, you can't cross, you can't cross."

"In this world, it is not fair to him. Our Buddhists emphasize cause and effect, and all causes and effects. The cause of the past, the result should now be the result." The elderly monk whispered softly.

The monk known as Wuming put his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and listened to the teachings. He didn't dare to question the elderly monks at all.

"Master, there is one thing that disciples have always been curious about, back then...why didn't you take action? If you take action, the disaster of the Chen family might not happen. You can change the result of the year." Wu Ming said.

"I can't do it." The elderly monk shook his head slightly: "Dharma emphasizes compliance."

"Buddha also pays attention to saving one life than building a seventh-level Buddha." Wu Ming said, "Besides, your relationship with Chen Xiantu is extraordinary."

"If you save my old friend, more people will die. What's the point?"

There was a trace of sadness in the eyes of the elderly monk, and he said: "Also, no one knows him better than I. He can't let me do it. I have a reason why I can't do it. I spent decades converting to Buddhism. One must be clean, he wants to see me like this."

"Master, my disciples can see that you don't want the Chen family's descendants to have an accident, you don't want to see the last incense of the Chen family go out." Wu Ming said.

"The Chen family's luck has its own set of numbers. His way, he will go on his own, whether he will succeed or fail depends on his luck and fate." The elderly monk said.

"If the master can't take action, the disciple is willing to solve the problems for the master." Wu Ming said, in a simple word, but with an unknown domineering.

"After finally putting down the butcher knife, do you want to mention it again?" The elderly monk stared at Wu Ming deeply.

"Buddha also pays attention to doing things casually." Wu Ming said: "The disciples don't want to leave a flaw in the master's heart and disturb the Buddha's mind."

"His way, don't need to interfere." The elderly monk gave a final word.