Dai Erqi said: "This battle helmet is the equipment of the Qin State before the country...... In other words, this person was a thousand households of the Northwest Legion back then, and I heard my father say that the thousand households of the Northwest Legion that year only added up to more than ten ......! ”

"Yes." Chu Huan was thoughtful, "To be exact, it's twelve." ”

Dai Er was even more puzzled: "At that time, he was already a thousand households, which shows that he has great achievements, but ...... Why did he become a monk? If he was still in the army, he would at least be a commander now. ”

Chu Huan said: "I'm also very strange, it stands to reason that before the founding of the country, he was a thousand households, and after the founding of the country, even if he was not a commander, at least he was a thousand households in the state army...... Why did he become a monk? ”

"Is it possible that it's not his thing?" Daile whispered, "Maybe it's just him getting it occasionally." ”

"It's not impossible, but it's a small possibility." Chu Huan shook his head and said, "Dai'er, you just heard what he said crazy things, and from his words, it seems that he really came out of the army." ”

Dai Er was even more puzzled, "If it is a thousand households in the army, why do you give up a good future, but come to this remote temple to be a monk?" ”

Chu Huan sighed: "I also want to know the reason. "Putting down the helmet, he took out two other things from inside, both of which were wrapped in brocade, the color of which had faded, apparently for many years.

Two things, one large and one small, the smaller one was only a few inches long, and the larger one was the length of an arm, and although it was wrapped in brocade, it looked like a scroll.

Chu Huan opened the fine thing first, the brocade opened, and the faint light began to diffuse, and soon, the two of them saw that in the brocade, a delicate thing was revealed, Chu Huan had not yet spoken, but Lin Dai'er was discolored, and said in a lost voice: "This is the ...... This is an eight-inch Arhat! ”

Chu Huan was stunned, raised his head, and the faint light emitted by the eight-inch Buddha shone on Lin Dai'er's face, making Chu Huan enough to see the shocked expression on Lin Dai'er's face.

"Dale, you...... Have you ever seen this? Chu Huan looked at Lin Dai'er's expression, and immediately guessed that Lin Dai'er must have something to know about this object, otherwise she wouldn't have shown such an expression, and it would be impossible to blurt out its name.

Lin Dai'er's clear eyes were full of shock, nodded slightly, and said, "This ...... This is an eight-inch arhat, I've seen ......! ”

Chu Huan looked at this thing, it was about eight inches long, the carving was extremely fine, the lines were smooth, and it was really as Dai'er said, the carved shape was a bald monk, wearing a monk's robe, and the folds of the robe were also vivid, it seemed to be a statue of an Arhat.

"Where have you seen it?" Chu Huanqi said.

Lin Dai'er frowned and said, "My father also has one in his hand...... Although the shape is a little different, it ...... But I can be sure that this eight-inch arhat and the one in my father's hand are definitely from the same person, and there is no difference in their material and workmanship. ”

Chu Huan was also a little surprised, "You mean, General Lin also has such an eight-inch Arhat?" ”

"Yes." Dai Er looked puzzled, "But why does this sick monk also have such an eight-inch Arhat?" ”

Chu Huan shook his head and asked, "Where did General Lin's eight-inch Arhat come from?" Where are you now? ”

"It's been ruined by my father." Dai Er pondered, recalled: "I remember that day my father drank a lot of wine and stayed alone in the study, I took the decanting soup made by my mother and sent it to his study, when I entered the study, my father was holding such an eight-inch arhat in his hand, and he didn't even notice that I was ...... to him!" ”

"And then?"

"At that time, I was still young, and I saw that the eight-inch Arhat was exquisitely made and shiny, so I liked it very much." Dai Er said softly: "When my father saw me coming, he put the eight-inch Arhat on the table, and I served the sobering soup, and my father praised me for being good, and when he drank the soup, I ...... I picked up the eight-inch Arhat. ”

Chu Huan said: "General Lin is furious? ”

Daile smiled bitterly, "You guessed? After a pause, he said, "I only took it in my hand and looked at it a few times, and my father saw it and snatched it from ...... hand!" She frowned: "Until now, I still remember my father's expression at that time, although my father was very strict with us, but he rarely scolded us...... At that time, he smashed the eight-inch Arhat to the ground and smashed it to pieces. ”

"Huh?" Chu Huan was a little surprised.

It's just an object, no matter how precious it is, but Lin Dai'er was young at the time, and she didn't damage it, she just held it in her hand to see, why did Lin Qingyuan be angry?

"I've never seen my father get so angry, I was so scared ...... at that time!" Lin Dai'er said softly: "My father was frightened when he saw me, and he came over to hug me again, and told me that it was an eight-inch arhat, a hoodoo thing, and a good girl should not be contaminated...... I didn't seem to understand it at the time, but since then, my father has never mentioned the eight-inch Arhat ......! ”

Chu Huan asked, "This is the second time you've seen this kind of eight-inch Arhat?" ”

"Yes." Lin Dai'er nodded and said: "But that was the time when my father was the most angry, I have always remembered it, although I have never mentioned the eight-inch Arhat since then, but I remember its appearance very clearly, just like this one now." After speaking, he pointed to the eight-inch Arhat in Chu Huan's hand.

Chu Huan was suspicious in his heart.

This sick monk came from the army, and even once served as the position of a thousand households in the Northwest Army, which had already surprised Chu Huan, but the eight-inch Arhat he had collected, Lin Qingyuan actually had it, which made Chu Huan even more suspicious.

It is certain that this kind of eight-inch arhat must be very rare, whether it is the smooth and moist material or the ingenious skill, it shows that this eight-inch arhat is a first-class precious thing.

Chu Huan knew that there was something strange in the middle, so after a little contemplation, he put down the eight-inch arhat, and opened the scroll-like thing, and after the brocade was peeled off, a scroll of pictures really appeared inside.

Chu Huan opened one end and handed it to Dai'er, Dai'er pinched the edge, Chu Huan slowly opened it, and a colorful picture gradually appeared inside, in the dimness, I only saw the colorful above, and for a while I really couldn't see what was painted on it, Chu Huan looked closer, and vaguely saw some inhuman things on it, and was about to take a closer look, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the corner of his eye had already glimpsed, and a figure suddenly appeared behind Lin Dai'er, and was rushing down to Lin Dai'er.

Chu Huan was shocked, "Dai'er be careful......!" As soon as Lin Dai'er pushed away, the figure pounced into the air, one hand had reached out, grabbed the picture scroll, and then heard a "tearing" sound, the picture scroll was torn in half, half of the man's hand was torn off, and Chu Huan still had half of it in his hand.

Chu Huan hurriedly retreated, but the figure was already lying on the ground, panting constantly, and Chu Huan saw clearly that it was a sick monk who quietly attacked from the bed.

If it were normal times, the sick monk suddenly approached, and naturally it would be possible to find that the two of them had just seen the eight-inch Arhat and this strange picture scroll, and their attention was attracted by these two things, and the sick monk who was already weak would suddenly sneak up from behind.

The sick monk was lying on the ground, coughing violently, Chu Huan saw that he kept spitting out things in his mouth, and the smell of blood spread, and he was surprised that the sick monk was actually vomiting blood.

"You are thieves ......!" The sick monk raised his head with difficulty, and his eyes stared at Chu Huan viciously, "You want to steal my things?" ”

Chu Huan said: "Master, you misunderstood, it was you who asked me to come over and help you get something!" ”

"Liar." The sick monk's voice was terrible: "My things, you don't want to take ......!" ”

Chu Huan knew that this sick monk was already at the end of his crossbow and could not pose a threat, so he squatted down, stared at the sick monk lying on the ground and sneered: "Your thing? I really want to ask you, where did you get all this stuff? ”

The sick monk's body trembled, and he said angrily: "With you...... What does it have to do with you? Who the hell are you? Looking at him, he seemed to be sane again.

"Eight-inch Arhat, it's a hoodoo ......!" Chu Huan said slowly: "This is not your thing, but you killed people and snatched them from others, the sky net is magnificent, negligent but not leaky, what you think you do, no one will ever know?" ”

The sick monk was even more frightened, and lost his voice: "You ...... Who are you? You guys...... How do you know? ”

As soon as he said this, Chu Huan immediately confirmed his guess.

Of course, Chu Huan didn't know where the eight-inch Arhat came from, if it wasn't for Dai'er to mention it, Chu Huan wouldn't even know that this thing was called an eight-inch Arhat, but from the crazy words of the sick monk before, Chu Huan had already keenly felt that the sick monk was definitely not the master of the eight-inch Arhat, and this thing was very likely to be snatched by the sick monk.

He was only suspicious, so he made a tentative speech, and under the temptation, he verified his guess.

At this time, he remained silent, still sneering: "How do we know this? As I said, Skynet is magnificent, negligent but not leaky, and what has been done cannot be hidden forever. I also know that you are a thousand households of the Northwest Legion, and you once listened to orders under Feng Hanxiao, am I wrong? ”

"You're ......!" The sick monk actually shrank back and looked at Chu Huan in horror.

Chu Huan was aggressive, "You did a very shameful thing back then, killing innocent people...... Did you hide in this ancient water temple just to cover up your sins? ”

The sick monk looked at Chu Huan in horror, but it didn't take long for his originally frightened expression to ease, he struggled to get up, sat down cross-legged, looked at Chu Huan, shook his head and said: "I have never concealed my sins, all these years, I have been chanting in Gushui Temple day and night, just to repent of what I have done...... I'm overspending their souls! ”

"Do you think this cleanses you of your sins?" Chu Huan asked coldly.

The sick monk was completely calm at this time, folded his hands, and said softly: "Amitabha, turning back is the shore, good is great, my Buddha is compassionate, all living beings have the opportunity to forgive sins, although I am wrong, but sincerely forgive sins, my Buddha is merciful, and I can know my repentance." ”

"But you haven't really been forgiven by the Buddha." Chu Huan said slowly: "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been tortured by the soul for more than twenty years...... To this day, you are still in a nightmare, my Buddha is merciful, the Buddha can forgive you, but your demons can never be eliminated...... What kind of heinous karma have you committed that you still have no peace with? ”

The sick monk stared at Chu Huan, looked at the box that had been dug up, and still said in a halte manner: "The nightmare has been opened by you, and this box is the nightmare that has been haunting me for more than twenty years...... I've been haunted by nightmares for more than 20 years, day and night, without a moment of peace, but now, I'm finally ...... liberated! ”

Chu Huan was a little puzzled, and was about to speak, but Lin Dai'er was already asking, "Tell me, eight-inch Arhat, where did you come from?" ”

Lin Qingyuan also has the same eight-inch Arhat, this monk seems to have something to do with Lin Qingyuan, Lin Dai'er seems to have something to do with his father, he can't bear it, he just wants to know more things from the sick monk, maybe he can know more about his father's deeds.

The sick monk turned his head slightly, glanced at Lin Dai'er, then at Chu Huan, and finally said: "Since you know the name of the eight-inch Arhat, you are naturally the deceased, but you don't know which one of your elders is?" ”

Chu Huan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Is this important?" ”

"It doesn't matter." The sick monk shook his head and said, "It's just that over the years, the nightmare in his heart won't disappear so quickly, right?" ”

Lin Dai'er said softly: "He has passed away." ”

The sick monk sang "Amitabha" before saying, "That's not a good thing, only then can you get the ...... of true liberation!" ”

Chu Huan took two steps forward and said in a deep voice: "You tell us, what happened back then?" Where do these things come from? ”

The sick monk said calmly: "If you know, you will naturally know, and if you don't know, you don't need to know, Amitabha Buddha ......!" He muttered words that seemed to be chanting softly.

Chu Huan and Lin Dai'er glanced at each other, and the sound of the monk's chanting seemed to be very calm, but after a while, the voice became softer and softer, until there was no more sound.

There was silence in the room, Chu Huan suddenly thought of something, bullied forward, went to the sick monk's side, saw that his eyes were closed, his lips did not understand, and the whole person was like a sculpture, motionless.

"Master......!" Chu Huan screamed twice, but the monk did not react, Chu Huan reached out to the end of his nose, and after a while, he looked up at Lin Dai'er and said with a wry smile: "He has passed away." ”