The Strongest Soldier in the City

I slept well this time, and the strange dream did not continue to appear.

This made Chen Liuhe couldn't help but feel a little strange. Why did the same dream that lasted for several days suddenly disappear?

Perhaps it was because my mood had changed that the dream no longer appeared?

There was no basis to explain all of this. Chen Liuhe just smiled and didn't think much about it.

In the early morning, before sunrise, Chen Liuhe went to the cliff and rocks as usual.

But this time he did not continue to practice the Blood Sea Sword Intent.

Instead, I sat cross-legged on the rock without any distractions, watching the sunrise rising from the top of the mountain, covering the earth with warmth, and the scene was magnificent and shocking.

There was no so-called enlightenment. Chen Liuhe behaved unusually calmly, with a warm face and a faint smile that did not care about the world, enjoying the splendor and splendor of the rising sun.

He sat here all morning.

During this period, he did nothing but sit here, letting his mind empty, not thinking about anything, and putting all the grudges and trivial matters aside. He just regarded himself as an idle cloud and wild crane that transcended the mortal world.

Chen Liuhe's life suddenly became extremely peaceful due to the change in his mood.

In the next few days, Chen Liuhe spent time like this, as if he was letting himself go, with unprecedented purity and emptiness.

It was as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him, and he was no longer obsessed with improving his own strength.

Every day I left early and came back late. I sat on the cliffs and rocks all day long without doing anything extra.

As for the blood-red sword, he didn't touch it for several days, which completely interrupted the idea of ​​practicing the Blood Sea Sword Intent.

Time passed so quickly, six days passed in the blink of an eye.

Counting the days, it had been ten days since Chen Liuhe arrived at the top of Mount Tai.

And there are only three days left before the twenty-five-year promise.

On this day, Chen Liuhe still got up early. The sky was bright and the sunrise had not yet started.

He washed up and tidied the room.

When he walked out of the house, he looked refreshed and his face glowed with an indescribable look.

Obviously, these days of relaxation have allowed him to adjust to a very ideal state.

"Yin" was tied to Chen Liuhe's back. He was facing the room where the old monk was. He put his hands together and bowed deeply. This bow was very deep and full of an unknown sense of gratitude. Affection.

After a few seconds, Chen Liuhe stood up straight. He turned around resolutely and left this shabby little temple that had benefited him greatly.

Today is the day that Chen Liuhe leaves Mount Tai.

There were some things that he had to face even if he didn't want to face them. There were only three days left for him and he had to leave.

Arriving at the cliff and rock again, Chen Liuhe sat cross-legged on the rock and looked at the eastern sky, where a ray of red light slowly rose from the horizon.

A blazing red sun slowly rises into the sky.

This was the last time Chen Liuhe sat here and watched the sunrise. His face was peaceful, without any sharpness or violence.

At this moment, he looked ordinary, more ordinary than ordinary, and all the aura on his body had been restrained by him.

The scorching sun rises high into the sky, the morning fog in the mountains has slowly dispersed, the sky is bright, and the whole earth seems to be revived.

Chen Liuhe stood up and strode away, heading down the mountain.

Not long after Chen Liuhe disappeared, two people appeared here.

They were none other than two monks in a dilapidated small temple.

The leader is an old monk with a white beard, and behind him is his disciple, also a yellow-robed monk who is very old. This monk has both eyebrows. gray.

Judging from the surface, he is probably not much younger than the old monk.

"Master, are you just letting him leave like this?" The gray-browed monk said humbly.

"Taoists pay attention to the nature of Taoism, and our Buddhists pay attention to dependent origination and cessation. Although the Buddha saves people, he cannot stop them." The old monk said with seriousness and sincerity.

"I'm afraid that the tragedy that happened more than 20 years ago will happen again, and the hot summer will cause a bloody storm in this land." The monk with gray eyebrows said.

"What should I do? As a master, I must persuade him to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Is that what I, the Buddha, should do?" the old monk asked with a smile.

"Perhaps this is to save him, but also to save him." The gray-browed monk said.

The old monk shook his head gently: "Wu Ming, he is different from other people. He has his own path to take, and no one can change his path. He was born to cope with the calamity, and came from purgatory. If you come here, you won’t be able to cross, and you won’t be able to cross.”

"This world is unfair to him. We Buddhists emphasize cause and effect, and every cause has an effect. The cause of the past should now bear fruit." The old monk said softly.

The monk who was called Wu Ming put his hands together and bowed his head slightly, as if he was listening to the teachings. He did not dare to question the old monk in the slightest.

"Master, there is one thing that this disciple has always been curious about. Back then... why didn't you take action? If you had taken action, the Chen family's disaster might not have happened. You could have changed the outcome of that year." Wu Ming said.

"I can't take action." The old monk shook his head gently: "Buddhism emphasizes compliance."

"Buddha also emphasizes that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." Wu Ming said: "Besides, your relationship with Chen Xiantu is extraordinary."

"If you save my old friend, more people will die. What's the point?"

There was a hint of sadness in the eyes of the old monk, and he added: "Moreover, no one knows him better than me, and he will never let me take action. I have a reason why I can't take action. I have spent decades converting to Buddhism and observing Buddhism." De Fang is pure, he wants to see me like this."

"Master, this disciple can see that you don't want anything to happen to the descendants of the Chen family, and you don't want to see the last trace of the Chen family disappear." Wu Ming said.

"The fate of the Chen family has its own destiny. He will take his own path. Whether he succeeds or fails depends on his luck and destiny." The old monk said.

"If the master cannot take action, the disciple is willing to help the master solve the problem." Wu Ming said, a simple word, but with an unknown domineering power.

"Having finally put down the butcher knife, do you want to bring it up again?" The old monk looked deeply at Wu Ming.

"Buddha also pays attention to acting according to one's nature." Wu Ming said: "The disciple does not want to leave any shortcomings in the master's heart and disturb the Buddha's mind."

"There is no need to interfere with his path." The old monk made the final decision.