Does He Xigong have a grudge against me?

In public and private, get to the bottom of it.

No matter how much I think about it, He Xigong didn't have a grudge against me.

At least he sold me a favor, saved my life, and let the old man go...... These are more than enough to offset those contradictions that occur between us.

Dan Li is such a reason, if the only close relative falls to the point of having both legs disabled, and can still be reasonable, then I am not Shen Shi'an.

I believe that the vast majority of people will make the same choice as me when they encounter the same situation as me.

If it weren't for He Xigong who injured the old man like that, the old man wouldn't have had an accident, not to mention that he was still in the same group as the old sect, and this old thing was still one of the six prophets of the old sect.......

I really doubt that He Xigong let us go and helped me once, all of them are acting.

He just seriously injured the old man with his front foot, and it didn't take long for Yang Jiusheng to come to the door and give the old man a yin, both of them are in a gang, can there be no cat greasy in this? ?

Of course, I have no direct evidence, and there is a doubt about this inference.

If everything is acting, then why didn't He Xigong choose to kill us, but let us go?

Straightforwardly doing us on the mountain also saved a lot of trouble, why He Xigong didn't do it, this is something I have never been able to understand.

Now that I've met him, I think I've found an opportunity to ask him.

"Little Yama, I heard that you have been mixing well recently, and the spring breeze is proud, and you have begun to control the power of the Shen family?" He Xigong took Zhang San and walked over slowly, looking at me with a smile: "It's really better than blue, the old king of Hades, you don't have such a great ability at your age......."

When He Xigong finished speaking, Zhang San glanced at me coldly, and I could feel the indescribable hatred and murderous intent from afar.

"This is the Shen family's villain, right?" He Xigong took two steps forward, looked at the evil man standing beside me curiously, and said in a loud voice: "No, I have seen the evil son of the old king of Hades, and the things he summoned are not the same as the one you summoned. ”

I didn't squeak, I looked at him silently, waiting for him to get to the point.

"I heard them say that your anger is wrong, there is a gap between you and the person who has fallen into the demon, and it seems that you have fallen into evil......" He Xigong looked at me curiously, and asked politely: "Can you tell me what's going on?" ”

In this process, He Xigong just talked to me, as if he couldn't see the old monk, and completely ignored him.

"What's the matter with you, tell me straight." As I spoke, I put my right hand behind my back and held back the tremors, barely keeping my composure.

At this time, both of my hands were trembling, not because I was afraid, but because of an indescribable nervousness, excitement.

Thinking that I would have to fight with He Xigong and them for a while, I just felt that every muscle was tense, and I was ready to shoot at any time.

He Xigong is an old man, and when he heard me say this, he immediately felt my hostility.

He was silent for a few seconds and said, "I have come to a god." ”

"God?" I smiled and stepped on the stone bricks on the ground with my foot: "The one underground?" ”

He Xigong nodded and said yes.

"If you want me to say, don't you old sectarians have no brains?" I smiled even brighter, with a mocking face: "Anything can become your god, that monster in Hainan last time, he didn't have any ability, and he is your true god, are your gods so weak?" ”

If you want to fight the enemy, the first thing to do is to strike at the enemy's morale first.

If the morale blow is successful, then everything is easy to say, if the blow is not successful, it can also stimulate and stimulate the enemy, and how to say it can also make people angry, as long as he is angry, I will win a small step.

Angry people, the logic of brain thinking is not 100% clear, including me, when dealing with things, more or less mixed with their own emotions.

The more angry I get, the more difficult my brain is, and only by being calm can I achieve great things, which is what the old man often reminds me.

Don't let anger get carried away.

But to be honest, I can't, I can only try not to get angry.

Just like now, seeing He Xigong, I can barely stabilize my emotions.

But if he is cheap, like Zhang San at the beginning, and says something about the old man, maybe my temper will not be able to be suppressed.

"Nine Turtle Gods?" He Xigong said and nodded: "It is indeed quite weak, but it is only a descendant of God, and it is normal to be weak." ”

Seeing his calm and calm appearance, I felt that this person was a little difficult to deal with.

is worthy of being an old fritter in the industry, and he can patiently explain to me on this one........

"It's not a descendant who is suppressed here, it's the real old days, and its power is much greater than that of the Nine Gods, and it's not an exaggeration to describe it as a true god."

"It's a creature at a higher level, what kind of bullshit is really god......." I gritted my teeth and glared at He Xigong viciously: "How did you get down?" ”

I wanted to ask this question from the beginning, there is only one entrance to the tunnel, this is what I have confirmed, if He Xigong and they come down from there, they will inevitably make some noise.

But we didn't hear anything!

I didn't even react to the evil man and the old monk, which made it difficult for me to figure it out.......

"Open a hole and come down, what's so difficult?" Zhang San opened Chrysostom and said to me with a sneer: "Last time, I asked you to do Li Si, this time we have to do you!" ”

"Come and try." I smiled and looked at it without giving an inch: "Life is on Lao Tzu, if you have the ability, come and get it." ”

"You!!"

"What about the people out there?" I asked He Xigong, I didn't pay attention to Zhang San, the right hand behind me kept trembling, which shows how nervous I was.

Chen Qiuyan and the rat have a higher chance of survival, but the others ....... No matter how powerful they are, they are ordinary people, and if they let the mad dogs of the old religion catch them, they will die nine times out of ten!

What's more, who is the person who came this time, whether Chen Qiuyan and the rat will have a mistake, all this is unknown, and it must be fake to say that they are not worried.

"It's all dead." Zhang San sneered: "Lao Tzu's knife, one by one, made me cut off my head." ”

"Just you? What about bragging? I asked rhetorically.

Zhang San was about to say something, but He Xigong waved his hand, interrupted his words, and said to me instead: "Most of your people died, only a small part escaped, and the people in our sect are still chasing and killing them, it is estimated that it will not be long before they will have to be planted." ”

As soon as the words fell, He Xigong turned his head sideways and looked at the old monk beside me.

"Why aren't you dead yet?" He Xigong said a little helplessly, every word was full of hatred that could not be concealed, and he almost gritted his teeth and asked the old monk: "It's been so many years, why haven't you been boiled to death." ”

The old monk smiled, didn't say anything, stood beside me, looked at He Xigong and them very calmly, as if everything was under his control, and there was no need to worry at all.

"You were going to turn into Gatha and beat us to the ground, but you ......." He Xigong frowned: "You are still conscious, this is beyond our expectations." ”

The old monk laughed, and was about to say something, but when he heard He Xigong and their direction, an unfamiliar laughter suddenly came.

"Amitabha ......."

Hearing this voice, the old monk frowned quietly.

"You've brought other helpers with you?" I asked Ho Xigong.

The monk who recited the Buddha's name before slowly walked out from behind He Xigong and them, looked at me with a smile on his face, and folded his hands and said: "I am not their helper, I am their friend, and everyone is a fellow practitioner in the sect....."

The monk who spoke, about forty or fifty years old, had a fat head and big ears, a simple face, wearing a brand-new monk's robe, and seemed to be not afraid of the cold at all, and he was not wearing shoes, and was directly barefoot.......

The moment I saw him, I subconsciously remembered Wenren Bodhisattva, because both of them were very similar in shape and appearance, but they ......

The smile on his face is as bright, but Wenren Bodhisattva is really smiling, the kind from the heart, and this fat monk gives people a feeling of smiling and not smiling.

"Who are you?" I frowned, looking at him with some wariness.

The monk didn't answer me, only Zhang San spoke: "This is the Huanxi Zen Master in our sect!" I am a fellow practitioner with my master! ”

"Huanxi Zen Master?"

I was stunned, and my heart chuckled, and the hairs on my back stood up.

"You are the Joyful Buddha of the Old Religion?!"