Martial Cultivator

It has been many years since he said these words so casually in the ears of this old monk in Luming Temple. For a moment, this old monk, who probably lived the longest in this era, was a little dazed. His two white eyebrows floated up, and his heavy eyelids were like a dusty stone tablet. At this moment, it was lifted up, and countless dust fell.

The old monk opened his turbid eyes and wanted to see the voice speaking outside the small temple.

The black-robed monk looked at the small temple and laughed at himself.

He was born in Luming Temple, which had something to do with this old monk. After saying so many words before, the old monk had not even opened his eyes.

He was a little depressed, "It turns out that words can't kill people."

The young man who came here comforted: "If it weren't for him, your words would have killed people."

The black-robed monk suddenly smiled, "It turns out that words can never kill people."

Yes, this truth has always been very simple. Saying a word can't kill people. If you want to kill someone, you still need fists in many cases.

If you have the ability to kill someone with a punch, you can probably kill someone with your words.

The black-robed monk put his hands together and turned his head.

The old monk looked at the young man at the door of the temple. There was no emotion in his eyes, and even the initial trance disappeared at this moment.

The young man said before that he wanted to demolish his temple, but he didn't seem to care.

He has been in this small temple for many years and has become accustomed to the feeling here, but if this small temple is really demolished, it is nothing more than building a stronger one, and there is no other difference.

"Master, I am not just planning to demolish the temple."

The black-robed monk said before that words can't kill people, and only fists can kill people. In fact, the truth is very correct, because his words are useless, and the young man in front of him speaks, just like drawing a sword.

So in a word, murderous intentions are everywhere, and murderous intentions are everywhere.

Chen Chao's meaning is very clear. If you still want to stop this matter, then you will be killed.

The old monk is one of the longest-lived people in the world. In the past years, no matter whether it is the master of Chixin Temple, Wuyang Zhenren, who is regarded as the first person in the outside world or even the first person in the world, or the master of Jianzong, who has unparalleled killing power, they have never really thought of killing this old monk.

The old monk is not easy to kill, and there is no need to kill him.

If he does not leave this small temple, no matter how powerful he is, he seems to be non-existent to the world.

But now it is different.

"You may not be able to demolish this temple."

The old monk's voice sounded again, very calm, like a river flowing slowly in the plain.

Chen Chao did not answer this sentence, but just stepped on the threshold with one foot, and an indescribable terrifying pressure fell from the sky.

The old monk's eyebrows floated up, and a mysterious breath also emerged.

The two breaths that were difficult to see with the naked eye collided here, and then the whole world made an uncontrollable hum.

The sound was not loud, but a gust of wind blew.

The wind came suddenly, and no one knew where it came from, but it began to blow the small temple wildly, and also blew Chen Chao's clothes.

A small temple swayed, like a lonely boat in the wind and rain.

The dust that had accumulated for who knows how many years was now flying in the wind, like a khaki silk scarf.

The old monk was wrapped in the scarf, making it difficult to see clearly.

The black-robed monk looked at Chen Chao, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

The old monk sat under the candlestick, lowering his head, but his expression was no longer as indifferent as before, but solemn.

The old monk was probably the one who had stepped into that realm earlier than the Demon Emperor and the Daliang Emperor, who had stepped into that realm earlier by who knows how many years. Even the old Taoists in the Chixin Temple were afraid that no one was earlier than him. Being able to step into that realm so early, even if the qualifications were dull, was scary enough.

People like him could have looked down on the world, but at this moment they were threatened by a young man.

The black-robed monk could not see the mystery, and only thought that the old monk Tairen was calm, but in fact, in this gust of wind, the old monk had tried to stand up several times, but gave up every time.

Although the young man did not say anything, he could actually sense that if he forced himself to stand up, he would definitely push things to a point that he could not control.

After an unknown period of time, the wind stopped, and the scarf fell down, all falling on the old monk, leaving him with a layer of khaki dust.

It looked like a Buddha.

Chen Chao's clothes were no longer fluttering.

The small temple collapsed in half at this moment.

Some dust rose slightly, but compared with the previous dust, it was much less.

The old monk raised his head slightly, and some of the dust on his head fell down, looking like some khaki flowing water.

He looked at the sky that he had not seen for a long time, feeling the cold wind blowing, and a Buddhist heart was rippling at this moment.

"Master, do you think I can demolish your temple now?"

Chen Chao's voice sounded again, with a hint of laughter, but his tone was very calm.

The old monk sat in the temple, with the sky shining on his head, which looked much brighter than before.

"You are young and promising."

The old monk spoke, his voice was also very calm.

Chen Chao looked at him and said, "Master, I think you have seen many young and promising people, right?"

"How can I see so many people like you?"

Since he has lived for a long time, he has naturally seen many people. However, as he said, people like Chen Chao are not easy to meet.

The old monk said calmly: "It's okay to be young and powerful, but young people like you who don't follow the rules and are brave are rare."

"To be precise... it should be unique."

Chen Chao glanced at the black-robed monk, then looked at the old monk and said calmly: "I just want to ask you, Master, can I stay in the temple forever?"

The old monk said: "The temple is half broken. I have been here for so many years, and it seems that I can't stay here anymore."

Chen Chao said: "It seems that I can stay in half, but if this half is gone, it will be the most difficult thing."

The old monk looked at Chen Chao, "Do you really dare to demolish half of my small temple?"

In his opinion, Chen Chao demolished half of the small temple and said so much to him, but he didn't dare to really do it. If he died in Chen Chao's hands, then the entire Buddhist sect would become the enemy of Daliang from then on.

Courageous, probably not so courageous.

Chen Chao did not answer the old monk's question, but looked at the black monk and smiled: "Look, he still only believes in himself, how can you persuade him?"

The black monk whispered: "If you can't persuade him, you can only fight."

Chen Chao laughed, "Just as I thought."

After saying this, the originally calm atmosphere became tense again, but all this started with the threshold under Chen Chao's feet, which was broken at this moment.

The old monk was sure that Chen Chao could only scare him and coerce him, but did not dare to kill him, but a person like Chen Chao could not be coerced?

The remaining small temple began to collapse when the storm rose again.

Countless smoke and dust fell, mixed in the light, more like countless stars.

The old monk frowned, he felt a hint of murderous intent, that murderous intent was very pure, without any other emotions, just murderous intent.

What does this mean?

Maybe this means to kill people.

Does this young man really dare to kill people?

At this moment, the old monk still has some doubts.

But the next moment, his half of the small temple had become a ruin.

He sat in the dust and in the ruins.

In the past years, he rarely left the small temple, but now he could no longer stay in the small temple.

He had to face the world.

Of course, Chen Chao did not want him to face the world and see what the world is like now. If it were in the past, he might have the patience, but now, he just wanted to pull him out and then beat him to death.

The old monk sat on the ground, and Buddha's light overflowed from his dusty monk's robe. As the Buddha's light overflowed, the monk's robe that had not been washed for many years finally revealed its original appearance at this moment.

It was a seemingly ordinary gray monk's robe. The only unusual thing was probably the scriptures embroidered with white thread on it.

The old monk raised his head and said, "The one who is best at using a sword may have the most ways to kill people, but he can't kill me."

Buddhism has always had the saying of Vajra. It is different from the physical training of a warrior. It is to cultivate a layer of Buddha light to protect the body, so that the body cannot be disturbed by external objects.

But after practicing Vajra, the body is naturally no worse than that of a warrior, and even better.

The old monk has practiced for so many years. If he is willing to study it, I am afraid that there will be no one in the world who is stronger than him in this aspect.

"Many things are useless to say, but you have to try."

Chen Chao responded simply, and he had already come to the old monk. He was not polite and punched him down. The terrifying aura gathered here. If you look carefully, it seems that there are sun, moon and stars rotating here.

With Chen Chao's punch, all these things fell down.

The golden light around the old monk was shining, and a huge Vajra sitting cross-legged began to emerge behind him.

There was a loud rumbling sound, as if there was thunder between heaven and earth at this moment, but in fact it was just the sound of Chen Chao's fist colliding with the golden light in front of the old monk.

Under this punch, the old monk stood still, like a mountain.

Chen Chao smiled and said, "You should be the Great Wall of the North. If the Great Wall is like you, then there will probably be no chance for the demon race."

The old monk remained calm and silent, but soon he was punched again.

Chen Chao's second punch came while he was talking. The terrifying fist force was even more terrifying than before. This punch seemed to carry the entire world, making people feel extremely terrifying.

The old monk's body shook a little, but the golden light still flowed, as if it would never stop.

Chen Chao did not speak, but the old monk's heart became more and more nervous. It seemed that it was just a shake, but in fact, only he knew what was inside.

Chen Chao continued to pass his fists silently.

The young warrior was not in his prime at the moment, but he never thought that the old monk, whose blood and spirit had been broken and whose spirit had long been gone, could pose any threat to him.

After a while, the golden light was weak and stagnant, and the breath belonging to the old monk was suppressed in his body.

The old monk said before that the sword of the leader of the Sword Sect might not be able to pierce his body, but it was hard to say whether it was true.

At least Chen Chao has given a result now.

Even if the old monk can withstand the sword of the leader of the Sword Sect, I am afraid he can't withstand the sword of the leader of the Sword Sect.

As the golden light dimmed, the old monk's face became sad, and there seemed to be a lot more wrinkles on his face.

"Some things are in vain if you do them now. They will eventually become nothingness."

The old monk opened his mouth and meant something.

Chen Chao said with a smile: "The Liang Dynasty may not last forever, but if it is because the dynasty will collapse in a few hundred years, then it is right to ignore it from now on?"

The old monk was talking about the results, while Chen Chao was talking about the process.

If you already know that the outcome will be bad, then whether to start or not is always a question.

"Everything will be in vain, and all your efforts will be in vain."

The old monk looked at the sky and felt incomprehensible.

"I don't ask for ten thousand years, I only seize the day and night."

Chen Chao spoke calmly, but his tone was extremely firm.

You don’t know what will happen tomorrow, so just live well today and live well in the moment.

Nothing is in vain and every day counts.

The old monk said: "A chicken talks like a duck."

Chen Chao smiled calmly and said: "I don't expect anyone to persuade anyone. All I want is obedience."

It's good to have opinions, keep them with you.

Just obey.

Just like what Chen Chao did in that court before.

The old monk was silent. He might be thinking or struggling, but in the end, he just dispersed the golden light, and the King Kong behind him also began to dissipate, and everything seemed to have never happened.

Only the ruins in that place proved that things actually happened.

The old monk glanced at the ruins around him, and then his fluttering white eyebrows fell.