This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 888 The Boundless Sea of ​​Bitterness
Huo Yunqi was completely stunned by Lu Hanjiang's answer, and then a burst of self-deprecating laughter came out of his mouth uncontrollably.

Huo Yunqi covered his face, but couldn't shed a single tear. He suddenly felt that all of this was so ridiculous. Was it really God's will? The Huo family's retribution fell in a way he couldn't imagine.

He, an outsider from beginning to end, was still excluded from everything until the last moment.

Even if he could hear the slightest bit of resentment from Lu Hanjiang's mouth, Huo Yunqi might not feel so uncomfortable, but what made him feel the saddest was not the kind of diabolical hatred, but this complete disregard.

Until now, he finally understood that Jin Yiwei never came for the Huo family, and it was just an accident that the Huo family would fall into such a ruined situation today.

Disaster in the pond——When Jin Yiwei and Xuantianjiao were fighting, they didn't care about the ants under their feet. Just like the Liu family village who was guilty of committing crimes, the Huo family today has become a poor creature who was sacrificed innocently.

Huo Yunqi, who was crying and laughing, looked like a lunatic. Lu Hanjiang didn't stay here for long, but he didn't come here specifically to play with people's mentality this time.

"Jin Yiwei focused on the Huo family only because of the secret method of forging swords. However, the reason of Xuantian Sect is a bit complicated. Generally speaking, it is because of one person, a disciple of Qingcheng Sect, Tianquan."

Before leaving, Lu Hanjiang said something like this to Huo Yunqi. His core argument was only one. All the troubles of the Huo family can be attributed to this person. He did not hide his thoughts at all. He just wanted Huo Yunqi Hold high the banner of hatred and kill them.

Lu Hanjiang didn't wait for Huo Yunqi's answer. He was only responsible for telling Huo Yunqi the "truth". As for how the other party chooses, that's none of his business.

In order to ensure that the other party will not find the wrong enemy in the future, Lu Hanjiang told the other party the origin of the Xuantian Sect saint very thoughtfully.

Moreover, what he said was not entirely an excuse for Jin Yiwei. The thousand-faced Dharma King would focus on the Huo family, and indeed he had a lot to do with Qian Xiaoxiao.

On the one hand, Qianmian Dharma King and Yuelifeng had a grudge against each other, on the other hand, Qian Xiaoxiao's merciless pursuit also made the other party very angry.

Although Dharma King Qianmian couldn't kill Qian Xiaoxiao, he would definitely not make Tianquan feel better. As the person who provided the other party with the antidote to alleviate the sky poison and weeping heart, he knew the weakest part of the saint's heart too well.

Therefore, there are actually two considerations for the massacre of the Huo family by the Thousand-Mian Dharma King. It is one thing to disgust Jin Yiwei, and another is to find a way to kill Tianquan.

Under the mask of Dharma King with Thousand Faces is Gongsun Huan, who is more like a spider than a tiger like Dharma King Youyun, with his cold nature.

Rather than slapping his prey to death completely, he prefers to watch the opponent get caught in the trap and be tortured to death bit by bit. Gongsun Huan's way of dealing with Tianquan is to splash dirty water.

Or it can be said that in order to expose the truth, the crimes committed by Qian Xiaoxiao are too numerous to record, and Gongsun Huan is just adding fuel to the fire.

He intends to stir things up little by little. A family's blood feud is small, and the life and death of a hundred families can be irreversible. When these blood feuds come back, not only Qian Xiaoxiao will be ruined, but Tianquan, who is closely related to her, will also be unable to escape. , and even take the interest of being ruined.

Gongsun Huan slaughtered the Huo family out of such thoughts, and from a side view, he was indeed not targeting Huo Yunqi himself, after all, if he wants people to follow him, he must first be seen.

For Gongsun Huan, the little Huo family didn't deserve his attention at all. He didn't even have the thought of playing with this group of people, so he killed them all.

It doesn't feel good to be trampled on like ants, so even though he knew there was a problem with the logic, Huo Yunqi followed Lu Hanjiang's guidance and hated Tianquan in his heart.

This is very unreasonable, after all, it was Dharma King Thousand Faces who slaughtered the Huo family, but this indiscriminate disaster destroyed everything Huo Yunqi had, and he could no longer face all this with a peaceful mind.

In his eyes, these high-ranking chess players who disregard life and death are all murderers, including the saint Qian Xiaoxiao who slaughtered the three families in the Eastern Capital, including the arrogant King of Thousand Faces, Tianquan and Jinyiwei, and the Xiaoyao faction The moon leaves the wind.

Abandoned by the world, he seems to have found the goal of his efforts again. Huo Yunqi has never returned to the city since this day. He has been staying at this graveyard. In the dead of night, the woodcutter passing by seems to be able to hear He was talking to the tombstone.

The news that the Patriarch of the Huo family was crazy spread like wildfire, and soon this cemetery became a place where the people of Dongdu avoided.

But Huo Yunqi is actually very sober, and he is not talking to himself.

On this day, before the sun rose, Huo Yunqi burned a pot of paper money for his young friend Ah Qi, and when he turned around, he saw that kind and familiar face.

I saw the old monk sitting cross-legged on the side, clasped his hands, and chanted the mantra of passing away, to save the souls who died tragically here.

"Master, you have stayed here for seven days. Now that you have copied the scriptures and recited the mantra, you should go too." Huo Yunqi said, not chasing people away, but that he was about to leave too. .

"Amitabha."

The old monk recited the Buddha's gatha, and said with a smile: "The poor monk travels the rivers and lakes, and he dare not talk about saving all sentient beings, but he also does not want to see people go astray. The dead are gone, and the living are still young. Huo benefactor, come back and do it."

This old monk is an eminent monk in Northern Shaolin, his Dharma name is Lingwu, and he is a well-known living Buddha in the world. Unlike the Master Bugui who is often pointed out by people today, the reputation of the eminent monk Lingwu is as solid as gold and stone.

What made people laugh and cry was that the eminent monk Lingwu was actually the only one from Jianghu who accepted the Huo family's hero post. It's a pity that the other party came too late and it was already too late.

After inquiring about the extermination of the Huo family, the eminent monk Lingwu lamented that the world is impermanent, and he took the initiative to come to this tomb to save the victims of the Huo family. Huo Yunqi respected this eminent monk very much.

But even so, Huo Yunqi didn't intend to let it go, he shook his head and said: "Master, there is no need to persuade anymore, this junior has made up his mind, so let's leave now."

"May I ask where the benefactor wants to go?" Monk Lingwu got up and stopped Huo Yunqi.

Huo Yunqi paused, but said frankly: "The younger generation was trapped in the art of sword-making in the early years, busy day and night in the family business of the villa, and abandoned martial arts, and now plans to go to various masters to learn from masters."

Huo Yunqi is not stunned, although he has the heart of revenge, but after all, his martial arts are too low, he is far from being an opponent of this group of people, even if he is the weakest Tianquan, he is powerless, it is not his fault to come to death for nothing style.

Monk Lingwu sighed and said: "When is the time to repay the injustice, why don't the benefactor listen to the poor monk's words, put down the butcher's knife, and save others as well as himself."

Huo Yunqi smiled slightly, but there was no wave in his eyes, he said softly: "Master, people outside, how can they understand the suffering of this world, I have a deep hatred in my heart, how can I let go of this butcher's knife."

After finishing speaking, Huo Yunqi turned around and left. After walking for a while, he heard Monk Lingwu say again: "Amitabha, since the benefactor wants to learn martial arts, why should he stay near and seek far away?"

Huo Yunqi was stunned, he turned his head, frowned and said: "This junior doesn't dare to speculate, but the master's intention is to guide this junior to go to Shaolin Temple to study?"

Master Lingwu stepped forward slowly, and said in a calm tone: "Although the poor monk is not skilled in martial arts, he is very familiar with Shaolin 72 unique skills. If the benefactor is sincere in learning the skills, the poor monk will not hide his secrets."

Huo Yunqi was silent for a moment, and said: "Master, do you know that juniors practice martial arts for revenge."

"I know." Master Lingwu said calmly.

"When did the master just say that the injustice will be repaid, if so, why do you want to help the tyrant at this moment?" Huo Yunqi asked.

On Master Lingwu's skinny face, his gentle eyes were as calm as water, and he said kindly: "Shaolin's unique learning is not just about fists, feet and sticks, martial arts is about cultivating one's heart, if a benefactor wants to achieve martial arts, he should no longer be obsessed with blood enemies and family hatred. "

Huo Yunqi raised his head and asked seriously: "But Master, if the younger generation is still restless and hates after practicing martial arts, what should we do?"

Master Lingwu smiled and said, "That's the incompetence of the poor monk as a master."

The dazzling morning sun gently illuminates the earth. In a trance, Master Lingwu looks like a Buddha. His not tall figure seems to be extremely stalwart at this moment.

The old monk's benevolent eyes were so pure that there was no trace of filth, almost like an independent lotus flower. Those clear pupils were like a mirror, reflecting Huo Yunqi's twisted and unwilling soul, but yearning for redemption.

A round of red sun rose from the sky, the young man remained silent for a long time, slowly knelt down in front of the old monk, and respectfully kowtowed three times: "The disciple pays homage to the master."

(End of this chapter)