Monk Miyamoto breathed desperately, relieved for a while, looked at Ye Chen and said, "Please believe it. I really offend you, but this is the order of the Black Dragon Society, and I really have no choice."

"I know all of these, so hurry up and talk about the key points. Where is Liu Mingyang now? Let it go!" Ye Chen said impatiently.

Monk Miyamoto's face was a little embarrassed and said, "Master, I really can't make the decision!"

"What?"

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows again.

"It seems you haven't learned a lesson!"

Monk Miyamoto shook his head quickly and said, "Master, after listening to me, Liu Mingyang is indeed imprisoned in our temple, but he is guarded by the bitter monk from the Black Dragon Society. His cultivation is several times higher than me, so I can only obey him. I really can't make the decision to release people!"

When Ye Chen heard this, his brows frowned slightly.

"Mr. Mir., who is he?"

Monk Miyamoto breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "The Tribulation Monk is the great guardian of the Black Dragon Society. He has a profound cultivation and a high status. He spends most of his time practicing in Jingguo Temple. He will only take action unless there are important matters in the meeting!

However, he seems to have a deformed hatred towards China. There are countless Chinese tourists who have died at his hands over the years, so I don’t dare to care at all!”

"My grass, you dare to kill our compatriots in China. You're so fucking death! You'll take me over now, and I'm going to meet this miserable monk."

Ye Chen's heart was full of anger!

Those who offend our China will be punished even if they are far away!

This is the belief of every Chinese, let alone encountering such a thing.

Such people deserve to die, and they will never be forgiven!

Monk Miyamoto felt Ye Chen's anger and couldn't help but be shocked.

He knew that he was no match for Ye Chen at all, so how could he dare not agree with what Ye Chen said, so he could only do as he told him.

Ye Chen turned around and said to Jun Wuhui: "Wuhui, wait for me here, I will meet that miserable monk and come back later!"

Jun Wuhui nodded.

"Okay, brother! You have to be careful."

Ye Chen nodded and followed Monk Miyamoto to the depths of the backyard.

The more you walk inside, the more deserted it becomes, and even the trees on both sides exudes a cold air.

The two of them walked about five minutes. Monk Miyamoto pointed to a room not far away and said, "Master, the monk who is suffering is practicing inside."

Ye Chen nodded, looked at the closed door, and an extreme murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He walked over and kicked open the door with one kick.

The room was a little dark. With the light at the door, Ye Chen could see an old white-haired man sitting in the middle of the room, thin and thin, almost like a dry mummy.

"Are you a miserable monk?" Ye Chen asked bluntly

The old man looked at Ye Chen in surprise, and said in a somewhat crappy Chinese language: "Who are you? How dare you disturb me from practicing me?"

Ye Chen smiled angrily.

"I'm the one who came to kill you!"

The old man grinned and smiled, his laughter a little gloomy and terrifying.

"I don't know how many Chinese people have said this to me, especially decades ago, during your Chinese invasion, I can't remember it all the time I think of it. How crisp the sound of the little girls and daughter-in-law's neck twisting...

Over the years, there have been many, and the eyes they looked before their death were so wonderful!”
Chapter completed!