Chapter 457: A Man Is Dying, His Words Are Good!【Fifth Update】

"Musan, I'm fine, I just feel as if I have been stabbed in the chest suddenly, and it hurts a little. Sakurako shook her head slightly.

"I'll check it for you. Mu Chen said uneasily.

Then he injected a true element into Sakurako's body, traveled all over her body, and made sure that she was indeed fine, before taking the true yuan back.

"Lord Mushi, the reason why Master Sakurako's heart aches suddenly is because of the pain of the blood and skin, not the pain of the body. The old monk said leisurely.

"What do you mean?" Mu Chen frowned.

"Master Sakurako should understand. The old monk Zhenwu glanced at Sakura and said silently.

Mu Chen looked at Sakura with an inquiring gaze.

Sakurako didn't speak, pursed her lips, stood up, and quietly stared at the blood-colored cherry blossom, gradually, the blood-colored cherry blossom seemed to suddenly have life and spirituality, and the light around her body flickered, overflowing with colorful streamers, illuminating the small secret room in various colors, bright as day.

Then, in Mu Chen's surprised gaze, the blood-colored cherry blossoms slowly floated out of the Buddhist shrine on their own and floated towards the cherry blossoms leisurely.

Sakurako immediately stretched out her jade hand, her palm spread.

The cherry blossom fell into her palm appropriately, and suddenly, the brilliance that bloomed on its body became even more dazzling, almost enveloping Sakura's entire person, making her delicate and beautiful face more tranquil, soft, holy, and beautiful.

"Come back. ”

Sakurako looked at the blood-colored cherry blossom with gentle eyes and whispered softly.

The blood-colored cherry blossom seemed to understand her words, and her body trembled slightly, suddenly turning into a streamer, and quickly rushed into the palm of Sakura's palm, disappearing, and the originally bright secret room immediately turned into a dim color again.

Sakura closed her eyes and stood still, and after a while, she slowly opened her eyes, looked at the old monk Zhenwu with a rather complicated expression, and said, "There should be three more cherry blossoms, where are they?"

"One is in the hands of the Sword Saint Yanagi Shipolang, one is in the hands of the priest, and the last one is in the hands of the disciples. The old monk bowed and replied.

"Who is the priest?"

Without waiting for Sakurako to respond, Mu Chen took the lead in asking.

"The priest is the priest. "True understanding of the old monk Dao.

"Old monk, I'm not in the mood to accompany you to fight, if you want to say it, just explain it to me, and then be so ambiguous, so make a mistake, be careful that I will beat you up again. Mu Chen said coldly.

The old monk Zhenwu's face stiffened, and he said helplessly: "Master Mu, this matter is not that the poor monk is playing tricks, but because the priest is indeed the priest, because he has no name, he only has the title of the priest." When Lord Mushin sees him, you will naturally know that he is the priest. ”

"So weird, where can I find him?" Mu Chen frowned.

"Ise Jingu Shrine. ”

"The fourth cherry blossom, you really don't know who is in it?"

"I don't know. ”

"How much do you know about Sakura?" asked Mu Chen, who seemed to be slow and fast, one after another.

"What the poor monk knows, the cherry blossom knows, and the Venerable Sakura can testify to this. "The old monk of True Enlightenment is not in a hurry.

Mu Chen turned his head to look at Sakurako, and when he saw her nodding in affirmation, he stopped asking the old monk Zhenwu.

But I couldn't help but feel a wave of doubt and surprise in my heart, I don't know what the origin of that cherry blossom is, and what it has to do with Sakura.

Why did the old monk say what he knew, and the cherry blossom also knew.

Mu Chen found that the problems on Sakura's body were like onions and garlic, uncovering layer after layer, as if they could never be revealed. And as the investigation clues deepen, the mystery of Sakurako's identity becomes more and more numerous, and it becomes more and more bizarre and suspenseful.

"Since this old monk is useless, let's go. Mu Chen said to Sakura in a deep groan.

"Hmm. Sakurako nodded and followed Mu Chen away.

Walking to the door, she looked back at the old monk Zhenwu and said softly, "Although I haven't fully recovered my memory yet, I don't know what you did back then, but for the sake of your thoughtful care of this cherry blossom, I can subtract a layer of sin from you, and you can slowly continue to repay the rest." ”

The old monk Zhenwu had a gloomy face and said with a bitter smile: "I haven't seen him for many years, the Venerable Sakura is still so tolerant and compassionate, and the disciple really has no shame to see the Venerable Master again." However, after today, the disciples are afraid that they will no longer be able to listen to the Venerable Master's teachings and will no longer be able to atone for their sins to the Venerable Master Sakurako, and they hope that the Venerable Master will forgive them. ”

As he spoke, he slowly prostrated on the ground and bowed to Sakurako three times with unprecedented solemnity.

However, when he sat up and looked at Sakurako and Mu Chen, Mu Chen and Mu Chen were stunned to find that mouthfuls of blood had overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"What's the matter?" Mu Chen's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "I don't even plan to kill you, why do you want to kill yourself?"

The old monk Zhenwu smiled lightly: "Master Mu Shi misunderstood, this is not because the poor monk wants to commit suicide, but because the poor monk once made a blood oath with the five people, and he must not disclose anything related to the Venerable Sakura, otherwise the meridians of the whole body will be broken, the five organs will be burned, and there will be no corpse, and the poor monk is just fulfilling the blood oath of heaven and earth now." ”

"That's why you have been refusing to tell me about Sakura?" Mu Chen looked at the old monk of True Enlightenment, whose vitality was gradually passing, and said in a deep voice with a complicated expression.

"Not bad. However, this is not a relief for the poor monks. It's a pity that the poor monk committed the sins back then, I'm afraid I can only wait for the next life to confess to the Venerable Sakurako, Amitabha!"

Master Zhenwu showed a relieved smile on his face, and said with a gentle face, "Master Mu, people are dying and their words are good, the Great Sword Saint Liu Sheng Ten Broken Lang, his cultivation is unfathomable, he has reached the extreme realm of the sword, and his strength is several times stronger than that of the poor monk, which can be called terrifying, you must be careful." ”

"Lord Priest, what you have learned in your life is very mysterious, the upper reaches of the gods, the lower access to the nine shadows, and the methods you practice are unpredictable, and they are even more difficult to deal with than the Great Sword Saint Yanagi Shipolang, so please be more careful. ”

"As for the last man, the poor monk has never seen his true face, but he is the most terrifying of all of us, and he is truly unpredictable...... Poof......"

As the Great Monk of True Enlightenment spoke, he suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and his spirit had reached the point where he ran out of oil and dried up.

"I'm sorry, the poor monk has reached the limit, and I can only say that...... This...... , I hope that the Sakura Master will cherish it!"

Before the last words of the desolate and powerless voice fell, the Great Monk of True Enlightenment tilted his head and died of exhaustion.

Mu Chen's expression changed slightly, and he rushed to him, just as he wanted to perform acupuncture to resurrect him, who knew that a fierce flame suddenly rose from the internal organs of the old monk, and with a whoosh, the body of the old monk of True Enlightenment was shrouded in it and burned into ashes.

(End of chapter)