The old monk smiled and shook his head: "Whether to speak nonsense, I will take action in this battle. Since it is a sin, then I will be guilty to the end."

If you focus on listening to him, you will consider the deep meaning of what he said, but you never expected that a monk who has attained enlightenment would do it when he said he would do it. If it moves, it would be thunderous and thunderous. You will read the smell of bloodthirsty from his momentum. This is a master who is stained with blood on his hands.

"Okay!" Zhang Shidong laughed, clenched his fists, and faced the old monk who also made a murderous aura with one blow, no intention of giving in at all.

Fighting life and death, one move determines the outcome. When choosing whether to live or die, Zhang Shidong's strength from the killing and trust in himself exceeded the old monk's belief, forcing the other party to change his moves temporarily. The person turned around and turned his fist into a palm and hit Zhang Shidong's chest.

The blow that should have worked failed, but it failed. Zhang Shidong rushed to the old monk's shabby robe and pressed the other party back hundreds of meters. Finally, when the old monk shouted angrily, the fist turned from hitting the old monk's chest to shoulder. The waste of direction and time made the punch not burst out with the lethality that should have been caused.

Even so, the old monk spurted blood on the snow surface, and his body retreated several meters. He looked at Zhang Shidong with complexity. He shook his head and turned around to walk away. The fierce Tibetan mastiff followed closely behind the old monk, and from time to time turned back to show his fangs at Zhang Shidong, as if warning him not to act rashly.

The old monk touched the Tibetan mastiff's head: "He wants to kill me, so he'll have killed me long ago. Let's go. Now China no longer needs to be threatened by a group of self-righteous guys. Ancient martial arts. Now it can only become a laughing stock. In the face of absolute strength, no matter how many skills are, there is no way to do anything. With him, China will never seek those ancient martial arts sects that keep themselves in the back. Their era has passed and they will never come back..."

Zhang Shidong slowly turned around and walked down the snowy mountain until the old monk's back disappeared from the snowy mountain. When he passed by a desolate pile of grass, he pointed at the pile with his right hand. The silver needle cut a wound. A thick black blood shot out from the wound of his finger. The other hand touched his chest. The clothes were beaten by the old monk and fell into pieces. The originally dark green palm print disappeared with the brushing of the true energy.

He smiled bitterly: "These old guys are really strong, their muscles, bones and skin are one. The power they emit is far more than they themselves. If there is an old man in the family, it is true or not. Tai Shu Liuli, Tai Shu Liuli, there is only so much I can do for you."

When he returned to the town, Zhang Shidong frowned and hid in the dark to watch Atai come back sneakily from outside. He held two hard objects wrapped in black cloth in his arms and carefully got into the room.

"Is there such a coincidence in this world?" Zhang Shidong no longer doubted his ability to attract hatred. He could encounter things when traveling with him? Is he observing too carefully and not learning to be out of sight or not annoyed, or are these people's luck very much, and they will encounter themselves when they steal.

Zhang Shidong felt that he should try to pretend to be stupid and pretend not to know what the result would be.

The layout in the house was not destroyed. Xing Wen, who was comforted by the true energy, did not wake up. She took off her clothes and tore them open them and threw them into the trash can. She took a shower to warm her body before getting into the quilt and hugged Xing Wen to fall asleep.

This time I went to Tibet to meet this old monk who had taught Tai Shu Liuli for nearly a year. Tai Shu Liuli chose to enter the world and had encountered a lot of opposition. With a word from this old monk, it would be less trouble for her. The old monk was more profound than expected. He was the kind of monk who really got it. He completed the conversation of inquiry and argumentation in just a few words, and entered the substantive link as quickly as possible. He lost and did not bother him. He also promised that he would speak for Tai Shu Liuli in this matter and left gloomyly. The monk's demeanor was fully visible. Just this encounter was worth going thousands of miles to Tibet.

Early the next morning, it was obvious that Yin Xiaoyu and the others were not in good condition. They rested for another morning and set off at Bian Jinyong's suggestion. It was already late at night when they arrived at the destination city. Looking at the devout believers who were kneeling all the way and feeling the strong culture here, everyone's fatigue from traveling along the way was eliminated. After a short rest, they began to travel to the ancient palace with the highest altitude on the earth at dawn.

Bian Jinyong took Atae to do business, but only Löw led a group of female generals to continue the tour. Zhang Shidong chose to enter the old city and found a corner. Like some people, bathed in the sun and resisted the cold, quietly listening to the homework of monks in famous temples here, looking at the pious figures kneeling up the mountain in the distance, breathing the different air here, and quietly baptized by the piousness here.

Zhang Shidong sat there for a day, and Xing Wen and others came here to see him. Lou thought he was a complete stranger, and he was willing to accept the biting cold wind here. Zhang Shidong did not explain and returned to the hotel until the evening. Looking at Lou who was surrounded by a group of girls and told jokes, a pitiful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was secretly excited about avoiding his girlfriend's hunting for beauty, but his girlfriend was not a good-looking lamp.

Xing Wen always kept a long distance from Lov. In addition, Joanna and Linda's two beauties strangled, Lov didn't have the energy to focus more on Xing Wen, who he thought was more beautiful. At the same time, he also had some doubts about the strange whereabouts of his companions Bian Jinyong and others. When he went out together in the past, there would always be a period of mysterious and mysterious situations, and it took several days to return to normal. This time, this time, is he hiding some secret?

Zhang Shidong looked at Yin Xiaoyu's suspicion in an understatement, and felt more and more distant about this combination. He directly asked Xing Wen to act alone at night. Xing Wen did not ask why, and nodded and decided to part with Yin Xiaoyu the next morning.

It is not difficult to choose between an old classmate and a lover who is gradually heating up. Xing Wen will not ask why pretentiously. There is no contrast at all. She just needs to believe that Zhang Shidong will not harm her.

The next day at Xing Wen's insistence, Yin Xiaoyu did not try to keep her. She left a phone call with each other after they met in the Demon City. Zhang Shidong drove away in a car and stayed away from the quagmire of this matter. After a circle, he found a street corner and made the car very good. He asked Xing Wen to wear more clothes, bring warm treasures, and bought a thick cushion mat, so that she could sit under the corner like herself, feeling a special force in the downtown city.

"Cultivate your mind and cultivate your nature. This is a good place. I suggest you calm down and persevere for a day."

Xing Wen did not ask why she couldn't sit in the car. She wrapped herself up, wore sunglasses, masks, and warm-up treasures on her abdomen. At first, she thought about how she wouldn't be cold anymore. After half an hour, she gradually calmed down and felt the piety of the believers in the temple kneeling and worshiping, listening to the Sanskrit Buddhist voice. After a long time, she felt nothing. But when she turned her head to look at Zhang Shidong, she found that the other party's body seemed to be trembling. After confirming that it was not her own eyes, she gently put her hand on him, and a trembling force was transmitted along his body.

The source of trembling is not his body!

A figure walked slowly over and sat cross-legged in front of the two of them. Soon, Xing Wen also saw that the old monk's body began to tremble, without a special rhythm, but the frequency of the two of them was the same.

The old monk who fought with Zhang Shidong in Namcho Snow Mountain said, "Female donor, you are thinking too much."

Zhang Shidong interrupted the old monk's point: "She doesn't need to understand, she just needs to feel that power. The ground is the power of piety."

Xing Wen was stunned, and then calmed down and felt it in the direction Zhang Shidong told him, dong, dong, dong...

This is the voice of those devout believers kneeling and worshiping together. How could this power be spread on the ground? This is not in common sense!

Zhang Shidong patted Xing Wen's hand: "It's like washing a sauna for your soul. You don't plan to realize the truth, so give your heart a vacation."

The old monk shook his head and wasted his natural resources. If the monks here could realize this power, it would have a profound impact on their practice for the rest of their lives. But now, one who could realize it chose to confront, and the other who should not have realized it was forcibly raised.

"Donor, if you don't want to be an enemy here, please restrain yourself." The old monk felt the frequency of fluctuations and warned Zhang Shidong a few hours later. Xing Wen, who was comfortable in sleeping, had already been moved to the car by Zhang Shidong, allowing her to truly enjoy the comfort of having a vacation in her body and mind. He continued to sit there to fight against this force comparable to heaven and earth, and hone his willpower and the long-lasting fighting tenacity of his true energy.

"I want to say, all this was told by Tai Shu Liuli. Will you catch her back in person?" Zhang Shidong took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and a stream of turbid air in his body slowly left his body.

"No, then she will regret it for the rest of her life, she will live forever in the regret of creating a devil." The old monk's eyes were like lightning. If he had no intention of killing on the snow, he was completely planning to keep Zhang Shidong here at this moment. The other party could use the power of faith that he was proud of here to temper himself. If he had not blocked it here, the murderous aura and bloody smell contained in his body would have been filled with blood. The holy land would be defiled by the murderous aura of a demon. But the old monk also knew very well that it was almost impossible to kill him, unless you had done this place to welcome the sneak attack of an invincible beast on the grassland in the next ten years or even twenty years, and this place would be turned into hell on earth by that beast.

Zhang Shidong sat down calmly again: "I had no intention of offending, I just wanted to make myself stronger. I need to protect the person I want to protect, so I must be the strongest."
Chapter completed!