Although the robes on the old monk's body have gone through the years, they are still as bright as new. They suddenly appear in this cave, which is quite strange.

"Is this old monk the owner of the tomb? It seems that he has passed away for a long time." The Changmei Zhenren said in a low voice.

Ye Qiu frowned and observed the old monk carefully. The more he looked, the more he felt uneasy he felt.

The vast sea, the mysterious formation, the old monk, the mummy, the bright cassock...

All are full of weirdness.

"Little bastard, why did I suddenly feel creepy? This place seems to be an ominous place!" said the Changmei Zhenren.

Ye Qiu also felt this way. After a glance, he found that there was nothing else in this stone chamber except a mummy.

"Old thing, there are no treasures here, why don't we withdraw them?" Ye Qiu said.

The real person Changmei nodded and said, "Well, go out quickly. I don't know what's going on. This place gives me a feeling of yin energy."

At that moment, the two were about to leave.

But just as they turned around, an old voice suddenly rang in their ears.

"Please stay!"

Dong--

Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren immediately stopped, then looked at each other, as if asking each other, who was talking?

Then, they turned around at the same time and looked at the platform, and found that the old monk on the platform was still the same as he was and did not move at all.

"Old guy, did you hear the sound just now?" Ye Qiu asked.

"I heard it, someone asked us to stay." Changmei Zhenren swept around with alert eyes, not finding anything, so he shouted loudly: "Who is the rat sneaking? Is there a vegetative person?"

The next moment, the old monk on the high platform suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were shining with strange light, which made people shudder.

The real man Changmei took two steps back in fear, pointed to the platform and shouted Ye Qiu: "Little bastard, live, live..."

Ye Qiu had noticed it long ago, stared at the old monk and clenched his fist quietly with his right hand.

But, what happened next shocked him.

The old monk looked at Ye Qiu, smiled slightly on his shriveled face, and said, "Ye Changsheng, you are finally here!"

Ye Qiu was shocked, subconsciously clenched his fists, looked at the old monk on the platform uneasy, and asked, "Who is the master? Why do you know my name?"

The old monk did not answer directly, and the smile on his face became stronger, and he slowly said, "I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

The old monk's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, which made people shudder.

"Little bastard, what's going on?" Changmei Zhenren asked Ye Qiu in a low voice.

Ye Qiu said in a deep voice: "I don't know."

"But after hearing what he said just now, it seems like he is waiting for you." Changmei Zhenren asked again: "Little bastard, have you seen him before?"

"I've never seen it before." Ye Qiu said.

"That's strange, what is he waiting for you?" Changmei Zhenren was shocked: "He is a monk, may he be from the Western Moon..."

Speaking of this, Changmei Zhenren put his hands behind his back, quietly made seals, and then shouted at the old monk: "Old bald donkey, who are you? What conspiracy do you have?"

The old monk glanced at the Changmei Zhenren and smiled disdainfully: "It's better to shut up if it's irrelevant."

After the words came, the old monk's eyes flashed, and the long-browed real man fell to the ground in an instant and fell into a coma.

this……

Ye Qiu was shocked.

The old monk didn't even take action, and Changmei Zhenren fell into a coma. You know, Changmei Zhenren is now at the peak of the peerless saint king.

What is the origin of this old monk?

Why is his cultivation so strong?

Also, is he living or dead?

There were countless questions in Ye Qiu's mind instantly.

At this time, the old monk on the high platform spoke and said, "Ye Changsheng, I have no malice towards you and your friends. The reason why I knocked him out was a helpless move. My time is limited, so I must explain it to you clearly."

Ye Qiu took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked, "Senior, who are you? What do you mean by me?"

"Who am I?" The old monk's eyes appeared in his eyes and said, "I am from the Western Desert."

Um?

Ye Qiu's heart suddenly tightened. He had no good impression of the monk in Ximo.

"What is your relationship with the Holy Monk of Lingshan?" Ye Qiu couldn't help but ask.

"Sacred Monk of Lingshan?" The old monk snorted coldly: "Hmph, what's that?"

Well, it turns out that this old monk doesn’t know the Holy Monk of Lingshan?

Ye Qiu asked again: "Senior, have you heard of Da Leiyin Temple?"

"No." The old monk answered neatly.

I don’t know the Great Leiyin Temple, nor do I know the Holy Monk of Lingshan, but also from the Western Mo. What is this monk’s identity?

Ye Qiu's doubt was quickly answered.

"I only know Mount Sumeru." The old monk said, "I was born on Mount Sumeru and grew up on Mount Sumeru. I copied the scriptures for 100,000 years. Once I realized the truth, I opened up the glory of Buddhism in the Western Desert."

"From then on, people all called me the Holy Monk of Fighting Battle."

What, this old monk is the saint monk of fighting?

Ye Qiu's face was full of shock.

Although Ye Qiu is not a Buddhist, he still has heard of some legendary figures and things about Ximo Buddhism.

As for the fighting holy monk, it is even more of a legend among legends.

Before fighting against the Holy Monk, Ximo did not become a Buddhist holy land like in later generations, but like in the current Zhongzhou, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

According to legend, when the saint monks of the Fighting War were still young children, they were extremely intelligent. They could memorize articles at the age of three, write poems and lyrics at the age of five, and became famous child prodigy at the age of seven.

In addition to these, the Holy Monk of Fighting Battle is still a cultivation genius who has nowhere to be found. He broke through the peak of God-Transporting God at the age of ten and entered the holy realm in half a step.

A genius like him spared no effort at home to cultivate it. Moreover, the family of the Battle Saint Monk was still a wealthy family and had great influence in the local area.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the battle holy monk goes along, he will inevitably have a bright future.

However, things went against my wishes.

When the Holy Monk of Fighting War was eighteen years old, he came into contact with Buddhist scriptures from somewhere. From then on, he was deeply attracted by Buddhist scriptures, abandoned his articles, gave up his practice, and devoted himself to studying Buddhist scriptures.

When the family saw that the child was going to be ruined, they immediately arranged a marriage for him, and the partner was a peerless beauty who was as beautiful as a flower.

But unexpectedly, on the wedding night, the Holy Monk of Fighting Battle actually abandoned his bride and found a small dilapidated temple to escape into a monk.

The family found the Holy Monk of Fighting War, cried and made a fuss, and forced him to go home. Unexpectedly, a more ruthless scene came.

In front of his family, the Holy Monk destroyed his soul, broke his dantian, sacked his entire cultivation, and poked his eyes blinded just to sincerely look to the Buddha.

The family understood that this child was determined to enter Buddhism, and if he forced him to die, he had to leave helplessly.

However, just as they left, the Holy Monk of Fighting War said a deafening and shocking statement.

"Although my eyes are blind, my heart is bright!"
Chapter completed!