Chapter 497

"We are willing to follow the Martial God, we only ask that the Martial God help us with one thing!"

Yue Ji and Ming Hou pleaded.

They had never imagined in their wildest dreams that they would actually encounter the Martial God.

It was rumored that the Martial God knew everything and understood everything.

So, did he know the truth behind the tragedy at the Blood Garment Tower?

"Some things, knowing them does not mean it is a good thing."

"Moreover, you want to take revenge, but you lack the strength to do so."

"If you are dead, how can you serve this young master?"

Xiao Mochen cast a glance at Yue Ji and Ming Hou.

It seemed as if he could see right through their hearts.

"You, do you know what we are going to ask?"

Yue Ji could not help but be startled.

She had not even opened her mouth yet, and Xiao Mochen already knew?

"It is rumored that the Martial God is a god who knows everything; as long as he wants to know, there is little in this world that can be hidden from him!"

"It seems the rumors are true!"

Lei Wujie said with a face full of admiration.

Sure enough, the Martial God is worthy of being the Martial God; not only is he handsome, but his strength is unparalleled.

And, he is also all-knowing.

He is truly worthy of being the object of his admiration.

"However, this deep blood feud must be avenged!"

"Even if it means death, I must have my revenge!"

Ming Hou's expression was resolute.

Of Ming Hou's family, only he remained.

But he had lost all his memories; if he could not take revenge, what meaning was there in his living?

Hearing this, Xiao Mochen said no more.

How could he stop a person's desire for revenge?

He immediately walked toward the golden coffin and patted it.

Amidst the confused gazes of the crowd, Xiao Mochen said: "How much longer do you intend to stay inside?"

As the words fell, the golden coffin was seen flying directly into the air.

The next moment, a figure shot out from the golden coffin and soared into the sky.

Then, the figure drifted down to the ground.

It was strikingly a fair-skinned little monk.

"Eldest Senior Brother, there was actually someone hiding inside the golden coffin you were transporting!"

Lei Wujie looked at Tang Lian with a face full of curiosity.

However, Tang Lian shook his head; he did not know about this either.

He only knew that his duty was to escort the golden coffin.

"Who are you?"

"Why were you hiding in the coffin?"

Zhong Ling asked with a face full of curiosity.

No one had expected that there would actually be a monk inside this coffin.

"This poor monk is Wuxin, greetings to the Martial God, greetings to everyone."

The little monk introduced himself.

But there was always a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, giving one a sense of demonic evil.

It seemed he was not at all like a person of the Buddhist faith.

"You still haven't said why you were hiding in this coffin?"

Zhong Ling loved trouble and excitement the most.

A monk hiding in a coffin, which then drew various factions to fight over it, seemed like a very interesting affair.

"Because someone wants to abolish all my secret techniques."

"So this little monk stayed in this coffin, waiting for them to abolish them."

Monk Wuxin said leisurely.

Hearing this, Zhong Ling felt it was even stranger; as a person of the Wu Lin, one's martial arts were the most important thing.

Someone wanted to abolish Monk Wuxin's secret techniques, and he actually stayed in a coffin waiting for them to do it?

"Enough, little monk."

"Solve Ming Hou's problem first!"

Xiao Mochen spoke bluntly.

His words were light and breezy, yet carried an air that brooked no doubt.

"To be able to serve the Martial God is this little monk's honor!"

Wuxin bowed with a chuckle.

He had calculated that along this journey, someone could resolve his tribulation.

Could it be the Martial God before him?

Although they were of the same age, he had heard of the Martial God's great reputation.

Without hesitation, he walked directly toward Ming Hou, and they locked eyes.

Yet, it was merely a glance.

Ming Hou's complexion became incomparably gloomy, even beginning to twist, filled with endless ferocity.

"Ming Hou!"

Yue Ji could not help but be worried.

However, Ming Hou waved his hand, stopping Yue Ji.

He needed to unravel everything in his heart.

After a long while, he finally returned to calm, but his eyes were filled with complexity.

"What the old monk was unwilling to tell the grandmaster, this little monk has already told you!"