Isn't he the most amazing man in the past three hundred years? Where has his courage gone?

"Indeed."

Concubine Shi Ming nodded: "Back then, Hei Jian was also in decline. At the lowest point in his life, he secretly invited three hundred eminent monks home as guests without leaving their names. Later, he took their monk robes and cassocks to the mountains to borrow money..."

"Um!?"

"Tianchan Mountain was greatly shocked by Heijian's hospitality. I wanted to stay with him for a meal...but Heijian was too thin-skinned. He came to the mountain to borrow money, so how could he have the nerve to stay for a long time?"

"In the end, he took half of the wealth in Tianchanshan's treasury, left an IOU, and left in shame."

Concubine Shi Ming whispered softly: "Later I heard that Black Sword sent all three hundred eminent monks to the caves of various demons and ghosts, hoping to fulfill their desire to transform demons and ghosts..."

The legend of three hundred eminent monks entering the Demon Cave is widely circulated among the people.

At that time, the court painter Song Henian also painted this painting. The scroll was thirty-three feet long, recreating the grand scene of Buddhist disciples saving ordinary beings and transforming demons and ghosts.

It is said that among the three hundred eminent monks, the longest one was imprisoned in the Demon Cave for more than twenty years. When he came out, half of his body was already buried in the ground.

"I didn't expect that there is such a wonderful story between Senior Heijian and Tianchan Mountain... It's so heartwarming and touching..." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

Next to him, Zheng Ji looked increasingly weird as he listened.

He also knew about this past, but it seemed a little different from what he heard now.

Concubine Shi Ming looked indifferent and took a deep look at Li Mo: "I heard that when Black Sword sent the three hundred eminent monks to the various demon caves, they also took some symbolically..."

"remuneration!"

"This... this is considered labor export..." Li Moqian said with a smile.

"Black Sword gave Tianchanshan such an opportunity to become famous, and also lent them half of their property..."

Having said this, Concubine Shi Ming paused for a moment: "That is Tianchan Mountain's savings over thousands of years..."

"How much does this cost...how much luck!?" Li Mo listened with envy.

Black Sword left behind the [Nine Life Methods], why didn’t he think of leaving some fate behind!?

"Did you pay it back later?"

"Do you think you can pay it back?" Concubine Shi Ming said calmly.

"What a pity..." Li Mo couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this.

"I can't tell that although you were born in Luofu and are of the same lineage as Black Sword, your three views are quite upright." Concubine Shi Ming looked at Li Mo's heartbroken look and was in awe of him.

"Since you haven't paid it back, why did you borrow half of it?" Li Mo muttered to himself.

Leave half of it and wait for someone to lend it to you!?

"Since then, Tianchan Mountain has never forgotten Black Sword. Three hundred years after its death, the IOU is still enshrined in the mountain..." Concubine Shi Ming said calmly.

"Everyone is dead...are you still planning to chase them down there?" Li Mo only found it funny.

Tianchanshan may not be able to recover this bad debt.

"That's not necessarily the case."

As she spoke, Concubine Shi Ming looked at Li Mo: "Do you know what is written on that IOU?"

"What?"

"It is not counted in this life, it will be paid back in the next life."

After saying this, Concubine Shi Ming looked at Li Mo with a strange expression.

"How did I hear that you are still eyeing the name of the Black Sword's successor..."

"You...don't talk nonsense. I have nothing to do with him...I haven't even heard of..." Li Mo's eyes widened.

What does debt repayment after death have to do with future generations!?

"I just said casually, why are you so nervous?"

Concubine Shi Ming slowly withdrew her gaze.

"But your identity is a bit stinging for the disciples of Tianchan Mountain... It's best to keep a low profile."

"I have been the most low-key and tolerant in my life...but I have never had any conflicts of grudges with the disciples of Tianchan Mountain."

Li Mo said calmly.

"This is the Demon-Conquering Hall, one of the dojos in Tianchan Mountain... Let's go to the back hall and wait."

Concubine Shi Ming made a gesture of invitation and looked towards the central main hall.

Logically speaking, Feng Wannian shouldn't be able to come out for a while.

"No need."

Li Mo shook his head, went straight to the monk flag in the square in the front yard, and sat cross-legged for eternity.

Since he agreed to guard the border for Feng Wannian, he would naturally stay close to him and live and die together.

"Don't worry, this place is very spooky and no one usually comes here."

Concubine Shi Ming couldn't help but wonder when she saw Li Mo being so serious.

"I never expected that I would meet an old friend in the Demon-Suppressing Hall."

Suddenly, an indifferent sound suddenly sounded, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening and deafening.

"Someone is coming."

Zheng Ji's face froze slightly and he turned around to look.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, a young monk walked towards him holding rosary beads. Dust was flying around him, and his robes were caught in the wind.

"No form!"

Li Mo raised his eyes slightly, his expression slightly condensed.

"Wangxuan City has a showdown. Brother Tao, are you okay?"

Wu Xiang clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and looked at Li Mo with a calm expression as usual.

"Easy to say!"

Li Mo nodded as a courtesy, and then raised his hand to signal.

"Good monk, no one else is welcome here today."

"Brother Taoist is joking. The Demon-Conquering Hall is my Tianchan Mountain dojo. I came here with the Buddha's order, so I am qualified to enter."

Wu Xiang whispered softly, but his deep eyes glowed with a faint golden light.

"But you...the descendant of the Black Sword, if you set foot on the pure land, you should be killed like a monster!"

A cold voice suddenly exploded in front of the Demon-Conquering Hall, the sound rumbled like a diamond scolding.

At this moment, Wuxiang's temperament changed. He no longer had the usual indifference and aloofness. He was as angry and killing as the Buddha.

"So, you must go there today?"
Chapter completed!