Chapter 1782

"Master called me over today, what for? I hope Master will tell me directly!"

Chen Guanlou bowed slightly, as a junior, he was very polite.

Master Liaowu lifted his eyelids, his eyes were no longer as clear as a child's. There was light flickering inside, clearly a shrewd old man who had experienced many vicissitudes and saw through everything in the world, even revealing a trace of resentment and greed.

Chen Guanlou was horrified, his body stiffened, not daring to relax at all, ready to jump up and escape at any time.

Fight to the death?

That is a delusion!

He has self-knowledge of his own strength.

This old thing in front of him has cultivation far higher than Wei Wubing. He even suspected whether the other party had already stepped half a foot into the great grandmaster realm.

Daxiang Temple is hidden deep enough.

Must admit, Daxiang Temple has quite a deep foundation.

Compared to Daxiang Temple, Baoguo Temple next door is a child.

"Benefactor, don't be nervous!" Master Liaowu looked old, but his voice was like a bell, penetrating Chen Guanlou's brain, making his forehead buzz.

He gritted his teeth, "Master bullying the small with the big, is this the way the Buddhist sect treats guests?"

"A monk does not tell lies, Benefactor's vitality is endless, seemingly immortal. Please clear up my confusion, Benefactor."

Chen Guanlou didn't show it on his face, but his heart was horrified, panicked.

In this life, the second person who made him panic and at a loss.

The first one, he was Zhou Mobai during his small shrimp period. That lunatic, who wanted to kill at any time.

Today, as a grandmaster, he experienced that feeling of panic and loss again. He was actually suppressed by the other party in a few words.

The other party's technique is so powerful, able to influence a person's emotions and thinking with words and eyes. It is truly the Buddha's mercy, killing without seeing blood.

In those years, Anping Prince saw through his secret at a glance, and he didn't panic.

Today, he met the second person in the world who could see through his secret, and, the other party's cultivation was above his own.

Chen Guanlou snorted coldly, at worst fight it out!

"Master has truly sharp eyes. The technique I practice, "Ascension Record", I don't know its origin, don't know who created it or in what year. According to Eunuch Wei's judgment, it may come from the hands of early immortals in the previous dynasty, which is quite magical. Practicing this technique, one can cover oneself as one pleases, and can also repair oneself. The so-called endless vitality may come from the technique."

He was open and honest, talking nonsense with a straight face, not afraid of being checked. Go ahead and check!

He had long handed over the technique to Wei Wubing and Zhou Mobai, and these two had the most say in whether this technique was magical or not.

Master Liaowu's face, full of gullies, looked even more sorrowful at this moment.

"Amitabha, thank you Benefactor for clearing up my confusion. My junior brother Liechen did indeed do many bad things in his early years. Back then, I personally forced him to become a monk, just to eliminate the evil thoughts in his heart and return a piece of tranquility to the world."

Finally reached the theme.

Chen Guanlou chuckled, "Master, the best way to return a piece of tranquility to the world is to kill the evil person, cut off his head, and sacrifice it to the dead! Instead of forcing the evil person to become a monk and letting the good person bear all the evil consequences. This is not karmic retribution, this is escorting evil people and evil deeds. In the folk, this behavior is called a ghost."

Master Liaowu played with the Buddhist beads, "Amitabha, Benefactor's words have a few points of truth. However..."

"No matter what Master says, I insist on eliminating evil completely! Stop killing with killing! Master, don't try to persuade me, and I won't try to persuade you. This problem is not worth discussing."

Chen Guanlou insisted on his own views, not even willing to waste his tongue on this problem, purely taking off his pants to fart, doing something unnecessary.

Master Liaowu nodded, acknowledging his statement.

"In that case, my junior brother who didn't live up to expectations, Liechen, was indeed killed by you?"

"Not so! Twelve years ago, I was just a small ninth-rank warrior, how could I have the ability to kill a grandmaster. Master, don't look up to me, and don't praise me to death. The matter of that day has long been investigated clearly."

Chen Guanlou denied it flatly.

Although he was seen through by the other party, and his biggest secret was seen through.

As long as he bit his teeth and didn't admit it, he didn't believe the other party could kill him to verify it.

He was a grandmaster after all, and had the strength to fight. Not to mention anything else, he had confidence in escaping.

Master Liaowu looked down, compassionate.

Chen Guanlou felt murderous intent everywhere.

The teacup suddenly flew up and hovered in mid-air.

The Zen room instantly turned into a martial arts field, a killing field.

Chen Guanlou used his own cultivation to resist, ensuring the teacup hovered and didn't fall.

The teacup was the center of the storm, moving forward and backward, rising and falling, all the result of the two people's competition.

Jingnan and Wu Ming, who were guarding outside, couldn't feel the slightest storm, but felt light and airy.

All the fighting was controlled in the small Zen room, and the power didn't leak out at all.

Exerting power is very simple, anyone can do it.

Being able to control power as one pleases is true profound cultivation.

The teacup finally landed on the tabletop.

Master Liaowu took the initiative to withdraw first.

Chen Guanlou followed closely, spitting out a mouthful of turbid air, desperately suppressing the discomfort in his heart.

A silent competition made his heart pulse damaged, and his body almost exploded. If it weren't for the longevity Dao fruit saving his life, he would have already explained it here.

At this moment, he still had to guard against Liaowu, control the speed of the longevity Dao fruit repairing his body, and maintain the state of heart pulse damage.

A mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped the bloodstains indifferently, "Master wants to take my life, just say it. In front of Master, I barely have the strength of one round."

"Amitabha, Benefactor misunderstood. This poor monk has no intention of taking your life."

Chen Guanlou sneered, not believing a word.

He considered it clear, if he hadn't forcibly resisted this wave of attacks and taken counter-attacks, Liaowu the monk would never have given up easily.

The other party obviously realized that wanting to kill him would not be as easy as crushing an ant, and would still take some thought, and might even be injured.

He stared at the other party. Since he entered the door, Liaowu the monk had been sitting on the mat, never moving, never getting up, and never even stretching his body. Could it be that his body was damaged?

Could this be the reason why he couldn't kill him immediately and had to give up?

"Master, if it's for revenge for Master Liechen, I must say you have identified the wrong enemy. Master Liechen's passing, I, like others, still dare not believe it to this day. I hope Master will see clearly and don't kill the wrong person."

Master Liaowu continued to play with the Buddhist beads, the dry and thin old man looking incomparably sorrowful.

A gust of wind rolled across the tabletop, rolling up the open pages of the book on the desk, and rolling the window lattice to creak.

Chen Guanlou felt the wind rolling his sideburns, messy, he didn't resist, letting the other party do it.

"Benefactor is indeed very open and honest! Amitabha!" Master Liaowu said a Buddhist name.

Chen Guanlou said with a straight face, "I have done nothing wrong in my life, I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. I have not done things, even if you kill me, I still have not done them."

After speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood.