Seeing that the martial arts heroes who rushed in first were planning to rush forward and capture the mastermind behind the scenes in one fell swoop, Xiao Yi waved his hand to stop everyone, leaving only the old monk in front of him, and said to Zhang Daorong: "Is it that you gave Shi Yuan the courage, let's not talk darkly, how much benefit did that King Zhao give you, so that you can make a move against the martial arts heroes?"

Zhang Daorong was still fearless and proud when the heroes were approaching and the forces were overthrowing, which was quite the style of a grandmaster.

At this time, when he heard Xiao Yi's horizontal knife, he laughed wildly: "What, your tone is not small, but you think you people will eat me?"

"Amitabha, Master Zhang, the sea of suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground!" the old monk sighed.

Zhang Daorong saw that the old monk looked familiar, but he was a little curious, and then looked at the old monk carefully, and saw that he had gray hair, wrinkled face, a face formed in suffering and struggle, the years and destruction did not make it weak, but became quiet, calm and vibrant, but Zhang Daorong really couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"Monk, who are you, I don't have the time to play the trick of guessing people with you. ”

The old monk flicked his eyebrows, recited the Buddha's name, and said, "The dream of the poor monk." ”

"Why, who is this master, don't you have a little bit of pressure in your heart, why deceive yourself?" Xiao Yi immediately replied.

Zhang Daorong's expression was shocked, he couldn't believe it, he suddenly stood up, tried his best to suppress the waves in his heart, looked Xingjue up and down carefully, the horror in his eyes gradually receded, he shook his head slightly, and then was provoked by Xiao Yi, his eyes were like knives, and said: "Boy, you dare to deceive me, take a monk and say that it is the master of the dream relics, how is it possible, the master of the dream relics has long returned to the west!"

"Master Dream Relic, what's the situation, listen to this, the black hand behind this scene has a leg with Master Dream Relic?"

"Hasn't Master Mengyi already entered the Central Plains and traveled to Kyushu?"

"Yes, that's what is rumored on the rivers and lakes. ”

Listening to the meaning of those words, looking at the other party's excited appearance, it seems that this dream master has some unknown relationship with this Daorong. ”

"Well, but why did he say that the Dream Relic Master returned to the West?"

As the situation outside is gradually controlled, the more and more heroes gather, whispering, talking, more people also mean that the war outside is gradually over, and the winning side is self-evident, it is the side of the martial arts heroes.

Master Dream Relic nodded, and said: "The donor's words are to the point, yes, the former Dream Relic has returned to Bliss, and the poor monk is no longer the Dream Relic of the past." ”

There was a commotion again, he is no longer the one, that means that he used to be, could it be that this old monk is really the famous dream relict master of Nanwulin a hundred years ago?

But the shock of the group was far less than that of Zhang Daorong, this person's eyes flashed with suspicion and then pain, but when he heard the voice of the Dream Relic Master again, he was shocked.

At this time, the master of the dream relics carried the lion's roar and said loudly again: "Master Zhang, why are you suffering? If you are still too late to turn back, the good heir of the Wudoumi Sect will not do it, put yourself in my Buddhism and abandon my Buddha, and finally devote yourself to the Confucian Academy in the territory of the Han Empire in Yuzhou, Central Plains, but you will be expelled from the Central Plains by the Confucian Academy, can you still not see through all this?"

"Old monk, who are you, you even know such a private matter?" Zhang Daorong trembled when he heard this, and couldn't help but take a step back, it was really the words of the Dream Relic Master that were too impactful, Zhang Daorong felt that he was transparent in front of the Dream Relic Master.

Master Mengyi continued to persuade him: "If you don't want people to know what to do unless you do it, Master Zhang, do you still have anything to say now? Have you really not learned the essence of the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism? Taoist inaction, Confucian benevolence, and the ...... of the Buddha?"

"Shut up, I'm just an outcast of the three sects, and I was expelled from the Central Plains by the Confucian Academy, this is my great shame, besides, I'm not related to you, and it's not your turn to teach me!" Zhang Daorong roared a little hideously.

"Amitabha, it seems that today's Zhang Daorong is not the Zhang Daorong who is dedicated to seeking the Tao in the past, the Zhang Daorong of the past is not like this, there is a way is impermanence in the world, everything is easy, the moving is automatic, the static is moving, although you have maintained the style of the past, but your heart has changed several times, and it is no longer the heart of the past. Master Dream Relic said.

"Shut up, you don't have to tell me these truths, if it weren't for your dream, why would I have lost the Central Plains, and the Wudou Mi Sect wouldn't have been his turn to inherit Zhang Zhaocheng......" Zhang Daorong's irrepressible anger appeared, and a pair of angry eyes appeared gloomy and resentful.

Master Mengyi did not answer directly, but folded his hands and said, "It's okay not to mention this matter......

"Why don't you mention it?!" Zhang Daorong was inexplicably furious, the light in his eyes flashed and disappeared, his face was cold and dewed, and said: "Even if you don't know, I will tell you!"

"Looks like you're still hating me?" said the dream.

"Yes, I don't care what kind of past dream you are or what you are now, what I do is because of you, as well as Zhang Zhaocheng, and you have a share of the sins I have created. ”

Master Mengyi sighed gloomily, but Zhang Daorong stared at him tightly, with a burst of happiness on his face, and suddenly eased, and said: "However, I want to know why you didn't die, you just had a discussion with Zhang Zhaocheng of the Five Dou Mi Sect at the beginning, why did it involve innocent people, did you ask me, the master, when you were engaged in spiritual confrontation?"

Although the four heroes did not know the clues, they also heard that the relationship between the two was special, and they said loudly above, and they talked in a low voice, pointing and speculating.

But out of respect for their predecessors, trust in Xiao Yi, and strong curiosity, they all sat on the wall and watched the development of the situation.

"So I hate, what does your choice have to do with me? Why should I act according to your wishes? Whether it is the Tao or the liberation, I am me, so I resent, I hate it even more, so I finally cannibalize your spirit, you old monk is pedantic, and you still want to influence me, only that Zhang Zhaocheng is clever, and he has already taken the opportunity to get out of his shell. ”

"Later, in order to resist your influence, I went to the Central Plains and infiltrated the Confucian Academy, but I didn't expect to fall short, and I was finally discovered...... It's because of your bullshit Dharma, I was almost beaten to death by the people of the Confucian Academy, what Dharma is boundless, I'm sorry!"

Zhang Daorong suddenly laughed sadly in pain, slammed the throne with a palm, a few tears fell from his eyes, and his gaze suddenly turned into a cold knife, and he glanced at everyone coldly, dooming the master of the dream to stare at it, and everyone was cold.

But I heard him tear the bottom and said: "Dream of leaving you a scum of Buddhism, all say that the family is compassionate, but what have you done, since you are out of the house, you should be a good person to chant and worship the Buddha, but with the group of heroes to come here, monks are not monks, vulgar are not vulgar, people pour into the appetite, if you want to reason, get out of here, go to continue to be your shrinking turtle, if you want to do chivalrous righteousness, don't say that you are a monk, take up arms to kill me!"

The heroes were all shocked, Xiao Yi was speechless, the reason for this obviously involved the grievances and grievances between the Dream Relic Master and him, and others could not understand it at all.