It must have been many years since I had spoken these words so lightly in the ears of this old monk at Luming Temple. For a moment, this old monk who was probably the longest living person in this era was in a trance, and his two white eyebrows were floating like this.

Lifting it up, the heavy eyelids were like a dusty stone monument. At this moment, when someone lifted it up, countless dust fell down.

The old monk opened his cloudy eyes, wanting to see the voice speaking outside the small temple.

The monk in black looked at the small temple and laughed at himself.

I was born in Luming Temple, so I have some relationship with this old monk. After saying so many words before, the old monk didn't even open his eyes.

He was a little frustrated, "It turns out words can't kill people."

The young man who came here comforted him: "Without him, your words would have killed someone."

The monk in black suddenly smiled and said, "It turns out that words can never kill people."

Yes, this principle has always been very simple. In one word, it means you can't kill people. If you want to kill people, you still need fists in many cases.

If you have the ability to kill someone with a punch, you can probably kill someone with your words.

The monk in black clasped his hands together and turned his head. ??

The old monk looked at the young man at the door of the temple. There was no emotion in his eyes, and even the initial trance dissipated at this moment.

The young man said before that he wanted to demolish his temple, but he didn't seem to care.

He has stayed in this small temple for many years and has become accustomed to the feeling here. However, if this small temple is really demolished, it will just be to build a stronger one, and there will be no other difference.

"Master, I am not just planning to demolish the temple."

The black-clothed monk said before that words cannot kill, and only fists can kill. In fact, the truth is quite right, because his words are useless, and the young man in front of him speaks as if he is drawing a sword.

So in one sentence, murderous intent and murderous intentions are everywhere.

Chen Chao's meaning is very clear. If you still want to stop this matter, your life will be taken.

The old monk is one of the longest-living people in the world. In the past few years, whether it was Wu Hao, the master of Chixin Guan, who was regarded as the first person outside the country or even the first person in the world, or the sword sect whose killing power was unparalleled in the world.

The sect master never really thought about killing this old monk.

It is not easy to kill the old monk, and there is no need to kill him.

If he doesn't step out of this small temple, no matter how powerful he is, he will seem to not exist in the world.

But things are different now.

"You may not be able to demolish this temple."

The old monk's voice sounded again, very gentle, like a river flowing slowly in the plain.

Chen Chao did not answer this sentence, but stepped on the threshold with one foot, and an indescribable terrifying pressure fell from the sky.

The old monk's eyebrows rose, and the same mysterious aura emerged.

Two breaths that were difficult to see with the naked eye collided here, and then the whole world let out an uncontrollable muffled sound.

The sound was not loud, but there was a strong wind.

The gust of wind came suddenly, and I didn't know where it came from, but it started to blow the small temple crazily, and it also made Chen Chao's clothes rustle.

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The dust that had accumulated for who knows how many years was flying in the strong wind, like an earth-yellow silk scarf.

The old monk was wrapped in that silk scarf, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

The monk in black looked at Chen Chao, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

The old monk sat under the candlestick with his head lowered, but his expression was no longer as indifferent as before, but became serious.

The old monk was probably the person who set foot in that realm earlier than the Demon Emperor and Emperor Liang. He did not know how many years earlier. Even the veteran Taoists in Chixin Guan, I am afraid that no one could set foot in that realm earlier than him.

In that realm, no matter how stupid your qualifications are, it is still terrifying enough.

People like him could have looked down upon the world, but now they were threatened by a young man.

The monk in black could not understand the mystery and only thought that the old monk was Tairen. But in fact, in this strong wind, the old monk had tried to stand up several times, but gave up in the end every time.

Although the young man didn't say anything, he could actually feel that if he stood up forcibly, it would definitely push the matter to a point where he could not control it.

I don't know how long it took, but the wind stopped, and the silk scarf fell down, all falling on the old monk, covering him with a layer of khaki smoke.

It looks like a Buddha.

Chen Chao's clothes no longer flow.

Half of the small temple collapsed at this moment.

Some smoke and dust were raised slightly, but compared with the previous smoke and dust, it was much less.

The old monk raised his head slightly, and some of the smoke and dust on his head fell down, looking like earthy yellow water.

He looked at the sky that he had not seen for a long time, feeling the cold wind blowing, and his Buddha heart began to ripple at this moment.

"Master, do you think I can demolish your temple now?"

Chen Chao's voice sounded again, with a slight smile, but his tone was very indifferent.

The old monk was sitting in the temple, with his head illuminated by the skylight. It looked much brighter than before.

"You are young and promising."

When the old monk spoke, his voice was very weak.

Chen Chao looked at him and said, "You must have met many young and promising people, right?"

"Where do you see so many people like you?"

Since he has lived for a long time, he has naturally met a lot of people, but as he said, people like Chen Chao can never be seen casually.

The old monk said calmly: "It's okay to be young and powerful, but young people like you who don't follow the rules and are bold are indeed rare."

"To be precise...it should be the only one."

Chen Chao glanced at the monk in black, then looked at the old monk, and said calmly: "I just want to ask the master, can I stay in the temple forever?"

The old monk said: "The temple is half ruined. I have been staying here for so many years, and it seems I can no longer stay here."

Chen Chao said: "It seems that half of it can still stay, but if this half is gone, it will be the most difficult thing."

The old monk looked at Chen Chao, "You

Do you really dare to demolish half of my small temple?"

In his opinion, the Chen Chao demolished half of the small temple, and then talked to him so much, but did not dare to actually take action. If he died in the hands of the Chen Chao, then the entire Buddhist sect would become the enemy of Daliang from now on.

Courageous, maybe not that courageous.

Chen Chao did not answer the old monk's question, but looked at the monk in black and said with a smile: "Look, he only believes in himself until now, how can you persuade him?"

The monk in black said softly: "I can't say anything, so I can only fight."

Chen Chao laughed, "It's exactly what I thought."

After saying this, the originally calm atmosphere became tense again, but it all started when the threshold at Chen Chao's feet was shattered at this moment.

The old monk was sure that Chen Chao could only scare him and coerce him, but did not dare to kill him. But how could a person like Chen Chao be coerced?

When the storm comes again, the remaining small temple has begun to collapse.

Countless smoke and dust fell, blending into the light, more like countless stars.

The old monk frowned. He felt a killing intent. The killing intent was very pure. There were no other emotions, just killing intent.

What does it mean?

Probably this means killing someone.

Does this young man really dare to kill someone?

At this moment, the old monk was still a little doubtful.

But the next moment, half of his small temple was now in ruins.

He sat in the smoke and dust, sitting in the ruins.

In the past years, he did not often leave the small temple, but now he has no choice but to stay in the small temple any longer.

He had to face the world head on.

Of course, Chen Chao didn't want him to face the world. Look at the world today. If it were in the past, he might have had the patience, but now, he just wanted to find him out first and then beat him to death.

The old monk sat on the ground, and rays of Buddha's light overflowed from his dusty monk's robe. As the Buddha's light overflowed, the monk's robe that had not been washed for who knows how many years finally revealed its original appearance at this moment.

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It was a seemingly ordinary gray monk's robe. The only unusual thing was probably that it had scriptures densely embroidered with white thread on it.

The old monk raised his head and said, "The one who knows how to use a sword may have the most ways to kill people, but he can't kill me either."

Buddhism has always taught the Dharma of Vajra, which is different from beating the body. It is about cultivating a layer of Buddha's light to protect the body, so that one's body cannot be intruded by external objects.

But to the later stages of Vajra practice, it is naturally no worse than the physical body, or even worse.
To be continued...