The Ultimate Sword Master

Gu Han secretly cursed.

None of these Buddhist practitioners can speak normally!

"donor."

The monk looked back at him, clasped his hands and said, "Do you regret your previous decision?"

"If I say regret."

Gu Han asked in return: "Can that wisp of immortal Buddha spirit come back?"

"cannot."

The monk shook his head decisively and added: "A monk will never lie."

"So what's the point of regretting?"

Gu Han took a deep breath and smiled: "Regret is the most useless emotion in the world. Instead of this..."

While talking.

He raised his head and looked into that giant eye, and said solemnly: "It's better to think about how to take down this silent God Emperor!"

The words fell.

The black sword in his hand trembled lightly, and the sword's intention was naturally grand and powerful, slowly swirling around. The sword body was like black crystal, crystal clear, mysterious and unparalleled, and seemed to be able to cut down everything in the world!

Gu Han's heart moved.

This was the first time he saw the black sword in this state, and he looked at it carefully, thoughtfully.

seem……

This is the most original appearance of the black sword!

"Amitabha."

The monk also glanced at it and said thoughtfully: "Donor, this sword of yours seems familiar to this poor monk."

Gu Han was speechless.

"Master, can you just say that this sword is destined to you?"

"hehe."

The monk smiled and didn't mind his teasing.

His eyes dropped.

Looking at the bodhi seed in his hand, he sighed softly, clasped his hands together, and silently recited the Buddha's name. His body instantly became much more solid!

Not only that!

In the sky above, the three thousand phantoms of the Buddha surrounding the giant eye also stabilized, and wisps of immortal Buddha spirit lingered, suppressing the giant eye so that it could not move!

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn back, you will reach the shore."

The monk looked into his huge eyes, with a look of compassion on his face, and said softly: "Donor, why are you still stubborn after so many years?"

"!@#￥￥!!!"

Boom boom boom!

The roar of the God Emperor sounded again, and the blood-red immortal power poured down again, causing the Buddha's shadow to waver in the sky.

The monk looked solemn.

A trace of awe-inspiring and pure Buddha's will suddenly appeared on his body, temporarily stabilizing the phantom of Buddha that filled the sky.

"What did he say?"

Gu Han looked puzzled when he heard this.

"He is insulting the poor monk."

The monk shook his head and clasped his hands, "Amitabha, sin, sin."

Gu Han had a strange look on his face, "Master, can you understand the language of birds?"

"The poor monk has been entangled with him for countless years."

The monk said truthfully: "Although my qualifications are dull, I have learned a lot after staying here for a long time."

"Long?"

Gu Han's heart moved, "How long has Master been suppressing him here?"

"Can not remember."

The monk shook his head, "The poor monk only remembers that when he came here, it happened to be that he wanted to personally lead the army of the gods and conquer all the worlds in the world."

Flattened?

All heavens and worlds?

Gu Han frowned upon hearing this.

"Is he so crazy?"

In comparison, the God Emperor's cruel temper and ambition far exceeded that of the Ghost Emperor!

"good."

The monk nodded, "This God-Emperor benefactor has a cruel and violent temper and deep-seated demonic roots. The poor monk has spent so many years trying to persuade him to turn back, but with little success."

"so."

Gu Han was in awe, "Master, you have persisted until now? It's quite admirable!"

"Just trying my best."

The monk shook his head and did not take any credit. He said regretfully: "At that time, although he never left, he sent a divine benefactor to the human world. I don't know how many murders he caused. It's a pity that the poor monk was powerless at that time. , I had no skills at all, and couldn't stop him..."

"God Lord? Who is it?"

"It seems... called Jiumo."

Lord God!

Jiumo!

Gu Han was shocked and blurted out: "Could it be the beginning of the era?"

"Amitabha."

The monk clasped his hands together, nodded and said, "According to the world, it's that time."

Gu Han stopped talking.

He is not surprised that the monk has stayed here for so long. After all, the old monk back then could chase Yan Qianjue and recite the sutra for a thousand years just because of Yan Qianjue. In order to transform the God Emperor, the monk stayed there from the beginning of the Era until now. ...It can only be said to be an old tradition of Buddhism.

What shocked him was something else.

Lord Jiumo was the one who invaded the mysterious world back then, and the era when the other party existed was the beginning of the era!

"Grandmaster."

Thinking of this, he asked: "You must have also experienced the war at the beginning of the era?"

Hear the words.

A trace of trance flashed in the monk's eyes, and he nodded: "Of course I have experienced it."

"Please give me some advice from the master!"

Gu Han's expression turned solemn, "I have many doubts..."

"Sorry, donor."

The monk shook his head and sighed: "Although the poor monk has experienced it, he doesn't have much memory of that war."

No?

Gu Han was stunned.

"Is it possible that the master is injured?"

He speculated that the monk, like Chongming, might have been so seriously injured that he lost almost all his memory.

"No."

The old monk shook his head and said: "At that time, the poor monk had limited intelligence and could not remember so many things."

Wisdom?

Gu Han was stunned again.

"only……"

The monk looked at him again and said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "The poor monk seems to have had a relationship with the donor."

Gu Han frowned and said nothing.

If it were before.

He thought the old monk was being mysterious again, but now that he knew everything... he suddenly realized that maybe the monk's words were not a witty remark to him, but that he might have really seen him!

Bodhi seed.

Immortal Buddha's will.

A chance encounter... The more he knew, the more curious he was about the monk's origins.

"May I ask, Master."

His face became serious and he asked, "When did you meet?"

"I don't remember."

"Where did you meet?"

"I don't remember either."

"Master."

He said speechlessly, "How many things do you remember?"

The monk did not answer.

He stretched out another finger.

Gu Han: "..."

He understood.

He didn't remember anything at all.

He said with a look of suspicion, "Master, you can't even forget your own Dharma name, right?"

"..."

The monk did not answer, nor did he avoid the topic, but looked at the Bodhi seed in his hand and fell silent.

"There is no name."

After a moment, he whispered: "In this life, I have no father or mother, no name or surname, no worries or obstacles, no desires or requests..."

Gu Han: "???"

"Master, if you talk like this again, don't blame me for turning against you!"

"It's just the truth."

Seeing that Gu Han's face darkened again, the monk said helplessly: "If the donor doesn't mind, just call me Elm."

"Elm?"

Gu Han was confused and felt that this name was too weird.

"Not bad."

The monk smiled, his eyes swept over the Bodhi seed, and his voice was a little sad, "Someone once said that I was a wooden head."

After that.

He didn't mean to explain more, and carefully stuffed the Bodhi seed into his clothes.