Martial Cultivator

Before knowing that the war was about to begin, Chen Chao had already made a lot of efforts. The things he did were just to ensure that Daliang could win in this war.

But in fact, everyone knows that in this war where the strength of the two sides is too different, even if the entire human world unites, they will be weak.

The demon race is a barbaric race. During those years in the north, they just had no interest in exterminating the human race, otherwise they would not have allowed the human race to exist until now.

It's like an adult watching an ant crawling under his feet. Most of the time, he doesn't really focus on killing the ant.

Unless one day the ants become too big and start to threaten him.

But no matter how big an ant is, it is still an ant.

It is almost impossible to win.

So after Chen Chao had done everything he wanted to do, he still failed to let Daliang take the initiative in the war. Gufengkou was lost, which was expected by everyone.

The destruction of the Great Wall in the North would not be a surprise.

It's just that everyone is looking for that most subtle and elusive chance of winning.

But this war is definitely not something that Chen Chao alone can win, but he has united all the forces that can be united, and he has even temporarily bowed to the infatuation.

But there are some things that cannot be changed, such as Luming Temple, which is the oldest temple in the world. Its foundation may even be deeper than the concept of infatuation. Chen Chao really wanted to get help from these monks. On the surface, this is actually not difficult, but in fact it is very difficult.

It's not difficult to say, because there was a monk who walked out of Luming Temple, and that monk changed the world. From then on, the relationship between Daliang and Luming Temple became better.

For a long time, everyone believed that Luming Temple was the Fangwai sect with the best connections in the Liang Dynasty, but in fact only a few people knew that things were not that simple.

The monks of Luming Temple practice escapism. Even if a black-clad national master comes out, they can't change the overall thinking of this group of monks.

So if you want to persuade these monks to do something, probably only another monk in black can do it.

He stood in front of the master abbot, spoke some truths, and then began to threaten.

A person like the old monk Pingdu would never be coerced by some ordinary threats, and it would be even more impossible to change his mind. But when the young monk in black in front of him said those words, he believed it. .

He felt the young monk's determination.

From a certain point of view, he had always thought that the black-clothed monk in front of him was the original black-clothed monk. If the two people were the same, then he had no reason not to believe it.

Of course, what convinced him more was the young man in power.

He has many reputations in the world, both bad and not bad. The most important thing is that he is very courageous and can do whatever he wants most of the time.

For other people, in this situation, no matter how crazy they say, they may not be believed. But if the young man in power wants to do this, no one will doubt it, because he just did something not long ago. event.

If he really thought that Luming Temple would be like this, maybe there would really be no Luming Temple.

"Huixuan..."

As soon as the old monk Pingdu opened his mouth, he shook his head. There are some things that cannot be said, some things that cannot be said, and some things that are not easy to say.

The monk in black looked at the abbot of Luming Temple and said, "I know what it is. I will tell it myself."

"It may not work out."

The old monk Pingdu spoke softly. Although he was the abbot of Luming Temple in name, in fact some things were never decided by him.

Someone will always have the final say.

“Some people think some people can’t be persuaded, but the world also thinks you can’t be persuaded.”

The meaning of this sentence is actually just a few words.

It’s okay to try.

The old monk Pingdu understood the content and then turned sideways.

The monk in black didn't say anything, and just passed the abbot of Luming Temple and walked towards the middle of the back mountain.

There was an old monk there who had lived for a long time.

What does living a long life mean? It probably means something, but the most important thing is probably that it is that you have lived too long and have seen too many things. It is difficult for you to have any novel ideas about anything. Since there is no novelty anymore, It is difficult to change one's own thoughts.

Such people are difficult to convince.

Do people who are difficult to persuade still need to be persuaded?

The monk in black came to the dilapidated small temple. He looked at the spider webs on the dilapidated lintel and the dust floating in the air that could be seen with the naked eye. He stood at the door of the temple and was silent for a long time, but still did not go in.

The temple was very quiet. The old monk did not sit at the door of the temple, but he should still be alive, because the monk in black heard the faint breathing, although he did not know whether the breathing was his own or someone else's.

After a long silence, he finally walked in.

The old monk was sitting in the main hall, with his head hanging down, as if he was taking a nap.

There is no Buddha statue in the temple, and the old monk in front of me seems to be a Buddha.

This is a very strange thing.

The monk in black stood at the door of the temple, blocking most of the light, but the old monk didn't seem to care, just lowering his head, as if he no longer needed the light.

"Since we can't leave the temple, we shouldn't care about anything."

Unexpectedly, without any preparation or euphemism, the black-robed monk spoke his mind directly, very straightforwardly.

The old monk did not speak.

The black-robed monk said: "Not speaking means tacit consent."

After saying this, he seemed not to give the old monk a chance to speak again, and turned to leave.

"Just to say these two sentences?"

The old monk's voice sounded, very slowly, very calmly, without any emotional fluctuations.

It was like a pool of stagnant water.

The black-robed monk listened to the words, turned his head again, looked at the old monk in front of him, and said: "Since there is no way to convince you, so this time I am not here to convince you, but they actually want to do something, you just don't stop them."

If there is no way to convince an old man like this, then don't convince him.

"It's all meaningless."

The old monk's old voice came from the temple, still very faint.

"Since it is meaningless to do it, it is probably meaningless not to do it. Why stop them? Just do it as they wish."

The black-robed monk tried to keep his voice calm. When dealing with such an old man, calmness is the most important thing to do.

The old monk did not speak. It is indeed difficult to convince a person like him, but what if the person who convinces him always stands on his point of view?

The black-robed monk said: "You have practiced for many years and can care nothing about anything, but we have not yet reached such a high level of practice."

"You are scolding me."

The old monk spoke, but still without joy or anger.

The black-robed monk did not speak, did not deny, in fact, that was an admission.

The old monk whispered: "No one has dared to talk to me like this for many years."

As he spoke, an inexplicable oppression appeared, starting from the small temple, and only fell on the black-robed monk.

After living for so many years, it is difficult for the old monk to show his emotions, but this oppression can show that his mood at the moment is at least not so good.

In an instant, fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the black-robed monk, and great pressure oppressed him.

But he still didn't say anything, at least he didn't admit his mistakes.

There were some things he didn't think he was wrong.

The old monk didn't say anything, his white eyebrows just fluttered.

The black monk wanted to speak, but at this moment he couldn't say anything.

But the next moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and a man looked at the small temple and said with a smile: "You don't like to reason, what a coincidence, I don't like it either? Then I'll demolish your broken temple?"