The sky is rolling in the clouds, the sun rises above the sea of clouds, covered with a layer of brilliant gold paint, and a silver-white plane with a strange shape shuttles through the undulations of the clouds, the long wings are like the open wings of the archangel, and the fuselage is flowing with sunlight, with a little white inch.

This is a military aircraft, rated for 29 people, the maximum speed can be reached, is a must-have passenger plane for many armies.

At this moment, there are only seven people in the cabin of the plane.

A young man was in the middle of the cabin, with his head buried between his hands, making it difficult to see his expression, and the most unbelievable thing was that he was wearing bulky anklets on his hands and feet, making it very difficult for him to even move.

Next to him sat two old men on the left and on the right, one wearing a peaked cap but a nondescript old man in a Tang costume, silent in the dark, just fiddling with the rosary in his hand, while the other was wearing a tuxedo, actually holding a delicate pistol in his hand, and the tuxedo was paired with a murderous weapon, which looked very out of harmony.

If Masaki was here, he would be surprised to find that these two old men were exactly what he had seen in the park.

The other four were all young men in their twenties and thirties, wearing khaki monk's robes, standing straight around the man in the center, staring at the man motionlessly, with a solemn expression, as if facing a great enemy, faintly blocking all the man's escape directions.

At this time, the sound in the cabin of the plane sounded, and the pilot's voice came out: "There are still three hours to go to the outlying island, there are thunderclouds ahead, we will reduce the flight altitude, the course will not change, please pay attention to safety."

"The task is finally completed, now I just hope to return to the island as soon as possible, I don't know what the host is doing now", the old man fiddling with the pistol let out a long sigh of relief, looked at the man who had been lowering his head beside him, and looked at the looming ocean under the window.

"Persistence, do you regret it?" The old man who had been fiddling with the rosary suddenly opened his eyes, and a fine light was emitted as if it were tangible, making the man wearing the anklet tremble.

The man's body moved, but he still didn't say a word, and sat there quietly, as if he had accepted his fate.

"I joined in 90 years, and it took less than three years to become the most outstanding warrior monk in the younger generation of Zen Xi Temple except for the Tantric descendants, and the warrior monk who has ever comprehended Zen Breath is the fastest to be promoted, and he is one step away from being able to advance to the Tantric Descendant, it can be said that you are the most outstanding disciple of the senior brother, why, do you want to betray the Zen Xi Temple?" The old man who fiddled with the mobile phone also sat up straight, his eyes showed a trace of complex emotions looking at the man, only he knew the amazing talent of the man in front of him, his senior brother is still lying on the hospital bed in the Zen Temple, he has never seen someone hurt the senior brother so badly, not only physically, but even psychologically, he still clearly remembers the day he left the senior brother in front of the hospital bed to his instructions, "Quit empty, you must bring back perseverance, regardless of life or death" , The emotion in the senior brother's eyes is something he has never seen before, what kind of eyes is that, heartache is mixed with regret, regret and expectation.

"Why, why do you call your senior brother unprepared to hurt him? Don't you know that you are like his own child in his eyes? Thirty-two corpses, dead without turning a blind eye, they did not die from the wounds of the enemy, but they died in the hands of you as if they were your own brothers! Those are your senior brothers, these years have been together day and night, don't you have the slightest sense of gratitude? Don't you have the slightest guilt?" The old man was a little excited and wanted to stand up and question the man on the ground.

"Quit empty! pay attention to your emotions, don't make a fool of yourself", the old monk who was playing with the rosary looked at the excited Jiekong and whispered.

Jiekong took a deep breath, knowing that his state of mind was a little lost just now, but whenever he thought of the corpses of the thirty-two young monks in the Zen Temple, he couldn't help but want to vent, wanting to break the man in front of him into ten thousand pieces.

"Hehe! hehehe!" The man on the ground suddenly laughed in a low voice, the voice became louder and louder, and finally simply raised his head and laughed, his long hair was scattered on his cheeks, so that people could not see his expression clearly, but he could see his snow-white teeth exposed, he laughed so crazy, laughed so hard, that the green tendons on his neck were clearly and clearly violent, so that he couldn't catch his breath, so that the people around him couldn't help but sweat for him, worried that he would die of laughter.

Without the slightest warning, the man's laughter suddenly stopped, he slowly raised his head, his hair slowly drooped in all directions under the effect of gravity, people saw his face for the first time, what kind of face was this!

The moment the four men in the position saw the man's eyes, they were stunned, and they all took a step back, and kept replaying the man's eyes in their minds, which were the eyes that they had experienced to have, as if they were not in the world from hell, and left a lot of marks in their hearts.

"Relatives, guilt?" the man said for the first time, hoarse like a dilapidated bellows that had been abandoned for many years, but there was a unique feeling that made everyone who heard it shudder.

"What, don't you?" looked directly into the man's eyes without flinching, and everyone seemed to feel two different momentum in the cabin colliding with each other.

"Do you really think I don't know, or do you really think I'm stupid, that I don't know about my parents?" said the man with a hint of sarcasm on his face and to the two old monks.

The old man who was playing with the rosary paused, and for the first time there was a trace of emotional fluctuation on his face, he sighed, but did not speak, just kept playing with the rosary in his hand.

"Your parents?" Jiekong looked at the man with a puzzled expression, he didn't know why Persistence would mention his parents.

"I've secretly read the dossier of the Zen Temple, and I know all of them," he said with a stubborn smile and a cold expression on his face.

Jiekong was stunned, thought of something, and was about to speak, but he didn't expect the senior brother on the side to actually stand up, pat himself on the shoulder, signal himself not to speak, looked at Jian Zhi and said, "Then you know everything?"

"What do you say?" said Stubbornness didn't answer, just looked straight into the ring's round eyes.

"Alas, that incident, it's true that we're sorry for you", Jieyuan sighed, the furrows on his wrinkled face deepened, and the whole person seemed to be more than ten years old at this moment.

Jiekong watched the two of them playing dumb riddles, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart, the file of the Zen Temple is strictly forbidden for monks to consult privately, and every time you enter and exit, you must have the consent of the host and the elders to open it, and you can't open it with the consent of the presiding officer, so what is the content of the file? What is the reason why Perseverance has changed so much in less than a year, and even at the expense of attacking his master, he opened his mouth and wanted to ask.

"Can the death of my parents be made up for by saying sorry?" A mocking smile appeared again on his stubborn face, and he said as if talking to himself: "Since you can't give it to justice, I'll take it myself, and I've been with you for so long, I should say goodbye."

Without the slightest warning, he was stubbornly moving! Quiet as a virgin, moving like a cunning rabbit, he jumped up from the ground like an African cheetah, and the bracelets and ankles he wore on his body seemed to be non-existent, which did not affect his movements in the slightest, and he was already the same as when he moved slowly when he first got on the plane.

The pupils of the four warrior monks around him shrank, and without hesitation, they pulled out their pistols from their arms at a speed of tenths of a second, and one of them took a step forward, his fingers were already on the trigger, looking at the force, no one doubted that the next second the four guns would fire at the same time.

But everyone was always a step slower, and the man's qi suddenly became erratic, giving people the feeling that although he was standing there, he would appear in another place in the next second, which was unpredictable, and the four warrior monks were surprised to find that at this moment, they seemed to have lost the sense of the stubborn qi machine, and the gun in their hands couldn't help but hesitate.

There was no pause in the stubborn action, and he narrowly avoided the claw grabbed from behind by the idiot, and "tore and pulled" , Jiekong's grasp actually killed a large piece of his vest, although he avoided it, but there was obviously a red mark on his waist, it was obvious that the grasp of Jiekong was not without achievements, and then wanted to move, Persistence had already used both feet to pounce on one of the monks, not only easily avoided the fist stretched out by the monk, but also held the barrel of the gun in the other hand of the monk at the last moment, one hand was slightly forced, only to listen to the "click" With a sound, the warrior monk's wrist hung down softly, and the wrist joints were unloaded by Jian Zhi at this moment, and his pistol naturally went to Jian Zhi's hand.

Stubbornly in the air, feet slightly circled, without the slightest pause, "bang bang bang" three shots in a row, the shackles between the feet were accurately hit at the joint, in the air at the same time against the seat to the force of the anklet to break the anklet, this series of actions in one go, the outstanding eyes and superb skills shown, so that several warrior monks present couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Stubbornly landed, two more shots, and the chains attached to his hands were also broken, allowing his hands to be free again.

It was the muzzle of the crowd that pointed at the stubbornness.