The Strongest Soldier in the City

Although he only stayed in this temple for a few days, many things happened in those short days, which can be regarded as an important turning point for Chen Liuhe at a certain stage.

Therefore, Chen Liuhe has a deep sense of closeness to this place.

An old-fashioned monk was standing in front of the temple gate and seemed to be waiting for Chen Liuhe's arrival.

"Master, Wuming lived up to his mission, and successfully brought back the little benefactor." Wuming walked up to the old monk and bowed respectfully, looking extremely pious.

The old monk's face was calm, with a slight smile, and an invisible Buddha aura was faintly exuding from his old-fashioned hunched body.

That kind of breath is amazing, it can make people feel like water.

As if standing in front of this old monk, it is difficult for people to have any negative emotions in their hearts.

The old monk nodded lightly, and then his eyes fell on Chen Liuhe.

The smiling old face is unusually kind, with kindness in his eyes: "Little donor, we meet again."

Chen Liuhe was full of gratitude and respect. He bowed to the monk and folded his palms in accordance with Buddhist etiquette: "Thank you Master for saving me this time."

"This is all due to the luck of the little donor, and we just follow the trend." The old monk said softly.

"Little donor, your serious injury has not healed, and your body's qi is disordered. In the days to come, you should live in this small temple." The old monk said to Chen Liuhe.

Chen Liuhe bowed again, and he was not at all dissatisfied with the arrangement of this old monk.

The old monk didn't talk too much to Chen Liuhe, so he turned around and walked back to the broken temple with Wuming.

Chen Liuhe walked in behind the two, and he still lived in the wing he used to live in.

The simple furnishings and familiar scenes made Chen Liuhe feel extremely at ease.

Perhaps in this world, at this moment, there is really no place that is safer than staying here?

Safety is not because this is the top of Mount Tai.

Safety is because in this humble and dilapidated temple, there are two unfathomable Buddhist powerful people!

Lying on the hard plank bed, Chen Liuhe recalled what happened during this time in his mind.

I am very fortunate that I have lingering fears, and I struggled and wandered between life and death again and again. Fortunately, in the end, there were no dangers.

Perhaps, he really should not die. Along the way, he can survive until today under the strong oppression of the Taishang family.

Even when he thinks about it, he feels a little incredible, and the process is too thrilling.

With his thoughts flying, Chen Liuhe slowly fell asleep.

This night was the most solid night he had ever slept in, and he didn't have to worry about the dangers that might appear at any time.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already dimly lit outside the window.

The energetic Chen Liuhe got up, walked out of the wing, and came to the cliff where he once realized the sword intent of the sea of ​​blood.

The boulder was still there, and Chen Liuhe sat on the boulder, facing the east, watching the sunrise, enjoying the first rays of sunshine.

Being here, in such an environment, Chen Liuhe's state of mind was surprisingly calm, like a calm lake.

It seems to have forgotten all the grudges and disputes, as if isolated from the world.

"Amitabha." A peaceful voice suddenly sounded from behind Chen Liuhe.

Chen Liuhe looked back and saw the eminent monk standing behind him.

The eminent monk was still wearing an ordinary monk robe, holding a string of Buddha beads in his hand and turning it gently.

"Master." Chen Liuhe jumped off the boulder and saluted the eminent monk.

"You don't have to do much for the small donor. The poor monk's Buddha name is Yingtian, and the small benefactor can call the poor monk Buddha's name." The old monk Zuo Yi said.

"Master Yingtian." Chen Liuhe saluted again.

"Master has helped one after another, and this kindness is unforgettable for the younger generation." Chen Liuhe said gratefully from the bottom of his heart.

The last time I came to Mount Tai, I was able to successfully accept the inheritance of the Sword Intent of the Sea of ​​Blood, which had an inseparable relationship with the old monk in front of me.

To survive this time, it is still the old monk's willingness to help.

"The poor monk said that this is all due to the luck of the little donor, and it has no direct relationship with us."

Master Yingtian said: "If the life of the little benefactor has already ended, then no matter how much the poor monk does, it will be of no avail. Everything has its own destiny."

Chen Liuhe just listened to this kind of words. He didn't believe in the destiny. He only knew that if Wuming hadn't rescued him in time this time, he must have become a bone by now.

After a pause, Ying Tian took a deep look at Chen Liuhe and said meaningfully: "Little donor, although your fate is different from ordinary people, it is difficult to have a short-lived appearance, but when you face you, you can't compete. As an enemy, there is still the danger of a near death.”

"Although this thing is mysterious, it is not clear that the Tao is unclear, but it really exists. The luck of the little donor is already weak, and it is close to extinction."

Master Yingtian's words made Chen Liuhe's heart skip a beat.

He showed a wry smile and said, "Master, if you have something to say, you can say it."

"It's very simple. No matter how tough a person's life is, he can't help tossing like you. It's a miracle that you can survive to this day. If you continue to toss as you did before, I'm afraid it will be difficult." Ying Tian said.

"My deadline is approaching, am I going to die?" Chen Liuhe's nerves were stunned, and he said bitterly.

"It depends on how you go about the next road." Ying Tian said.

Chen Liuhe took a deep breath, frowned deeply, and said, "Master, do you know something? You mean that my opponent is stronger than I thought?"

Ying Tian turned his head to look at the sunrise in the east and said, "Strong, you can't imagine being stronger."

"What you see now is not the real Taishang family. Do you think that Taishi Xiaoyao is the strongest?"

Ying Tian shook his head, and he did not continue to say the next words.

As for Chen Liuhe, his inner shock was beyond words.

If it is said, he just guessed that the Taishang family is likely to have a strong man with a great consummation of the palace to survive.

Then from the old monk's words, it is almost confirmed the fact that the three giants must have survived.

After taking a few breaths of cold air in a row, Chen Liuhe's heart has sunk to the bottom, and even a little despair has risen.

The palace is in great perfection, what kind of existence is that, Chen Liuhe can't imagine it.

He only knew that an existence at the level of Taishi Xiaoyao could easily crush him to death.

How will this game go on?

No matter how fast Chen Liuhe's strength grows, there is no hope of revenge at all.