Chapter 1440: Taste the pain!

Tang Huan, who was standing beside Qinglong, smiled and nodded, "Okay."

After saying that, he walked slowly and walked towards the old monk Zhao Xianhe.

Every time he took a step, the energy on his body burst out a little.

After seven steps, the energy becomes solid!

It's like a stormy wave, destroying withered and destroyed!

"You want to stop me?" Tang Huan's voice was low and he was so angry that he was so angry.

The old monk said calmly: "I don't want to stop you."

At least, it was not at this critical moment to confront Tang Huan.

But he has no choice.

To describe it in his deepest words, Zhao Xianhe at this moment: he can’t help himself!

He had to stop him and had to stand in front of Tang Huan!

"But you still made a choice." Tang Huan asked in a deep voice with a sharp look. "Is that true?"

Zhao Xianhe nodded slowly, opened his thin lips slightly and said, "Let's talk."

"I don't like to play." Tang Huan shook his head unwaveringly.

Zhao Xianhe was stunned for a moment, looking quite helpless: "Then let's divide life and death."

After saying that, the old monk's monk's robe was slightly swelling.

A stream of energy that seemed to be solid gradually boiled like warm water, and then gushed towards Tang Huan.

The demon monk Zhao Xianhe personally handed over the two peerless powerhouses, Miss Er and Happy Buddha.

How powerful is his own strength?

The Qinglong does not know its name or its foundation, so it is naturally not clear.

Even Tang Huan, who was standing on the battlefield, was not sure to defeat Zhao Xianhe.

He was just simply curious about why Zhao Xianhe was willing to be a dog for the owner of this villa.

What kind of person is the owner of this villa?

Did Tang Huan know? Have you heard of it? Have you known it?

Tang Huan was still moving, but his energy rushed. The climate had already formed and he was ready to emerge!

...

A study room in the courtyard.

At this moment, an old man and a young man were sitting upright in the cushion.

There is no desk or office equipment in the study.

Instead, he burned incense and recited sutras and Buddha's name.

There was tea cooking between the futons. The old man was dressed in green clothes, which seemed to be in Zen, but also seemed to be a Buddhist layman. He was over 80 years old, but he looked energetic and had a clear look.

She is an old lady. Maybe it was from Grandma Ye’s generation, or even the best friend of Grandma Ye’s era with Grandma Ye?

Otherwise, how could she have such a separate courtyard to rest in this Longyuan Pavilion?

The one sitting cross-legged across from her was not someone else, but the Happy Buddha, who is well-known in the world.

The proud disciple of the old monk Zhao Xianhe.

A monster in the prosperous era who never took Zhao Xianhe seriously.

The tea is boiling.

The Happy Buddha, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly picked up a cup, but just sniffed it and didn't put it into his mouth: "Your tea is hard to swallow."

"It's indeed Laocha." The old man nodded slowly, and a smile gradually appeared in his clear and wise eyes. "It seems that you have learned by yourself in the past few years that Xiao Zhao doesn't understand."

"I still haven't learned anything he knows." Happy Buddha was so handsome that he almost looked beautiful, and a smile appeared on his almost beautiful face.

"Oh?" the old man asked with a smile. "What is it?"

"Kill people." Happy Buddha put down his teacup again and said slowly. "I have been in the art for many years and have not yet killed anyone."

"This is a good thing." The old man nodded with a complicated expression. "At least, it is a good thing for you."

"How can you become a Buddha if you haven't been to hell?" asked Happy Buddha. "You have been reciting sutras and chanting Buddha for decades, have you ever thought that Buddha is the way?"

"What way?" the old man asked.

"Hell. Killing." Happy Buddha said slowly. "I will never be involved in the hell path. How can I become a Buddha?"

"People call me Happy Buddha." Happy Buddha smiled with a smile on his lips, but gradually showed anger. "I don't want to give up my body and taste pain and suffering. How to understand the true meaning of happiness?"

The old man became silent.

Although she has been chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name for decades, she really has to discuss the Buddhist practice, but there is a huge gap between her and the Happy Buddha.

Even the old monk Zhao Xianhe who led him into the game was difficult to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

It is very reasonable to praise him for being a genius and talented person. It is never an exaggeration to say that it is a genius.

"Do you just want to say this when you see me today?"

After a moment of silence, the old man looked at the happy Buddha sitting opposite her.

He is elegant and elegant, and his clear eyes look free of impurities.

But the old man knew that this young man was a terrifying existence that even his master Zhao Xianhe could not control.

Of course, in terms of realm, she was even more unable to play with it.

The reason why she can sit upright with her is because she is the grandmother of Happy Buddha, dear grandma!

Happy Buddha shook his head, and a smile still appeared on his pretty face.

But the old man could not find any affection in this smile, let alone closeness.

He was like a piece of wood without emotion.

It seems like - a vengeful spirit!

Last night, she followed the meaning of her only grandson and founded Lao Zhuang, the founder of the Dragon Hunter.

And with her extraordinary skills in the military, she suppressed this matter.

After that, she did not intervene anymore and just left Lao Zhuang in the wing room in the other courtyard.

Neither beat or scold, nor are they harsh. They offer delicious food and drink. They only limit the freedom of Laos and Zhuangzi.

Only now did she know what the purpose of Happy Buddha is.

He attracted Tang Huan, a young upstart who called the wind and rain in Sijiu City and set off a golden sign.

At the same time, he is also the only grandson of Duke Tang!

"I just want to see what you can do for me." Happy Buddha smiled elegantly. He looked both friendly and easy-going.

"I can do more for you than you think." The old man said calmly.

"Including cutting off my six senses and destroying my seven emotions?" Happy Buddha asked with a smile.

"I am protecting you." The old man sighed.

In this matter, she really couldn't tell too much to Happy Buddha.

"Maybe." Happy Buddha nodded with his lips.

When the old man saw that the Happy Buddha had no more words, he couldn't help but ask: "Do you attract Tang Huan to deal with him?"

If so, the old man hopes that his only grandson can be a little more rational.

Even if he really hated Tang Huan, he would not be in a hurry.

Yao Dongting, the number one young man in the capital, has already taken the lead.

And they joined forces with the former Queen of the Capital, Mu Haruko.

Instead of charging recklessly, it is better to sit and enjoy the fruits of the tigers and watch the battles of the tigers.

This is the most basic common sense. She believes that Happy Buddha will not misunderstand it.

"No." Happy Buddha shook his head lightly. A strange color that the old man couldn't understand flashed through his eyes.

"Why?" the old man asked.

"Take my master, Zhao Xianhe." Happy Buddha said calmly.

It sounded like hesitation or confusion.

It seems that he does not have any burden to do such a thing.

It's like reciting a Diamond Sutra, it's light and extremely calm.
To be continued...