Thirty years ago.

"Damn! Although I won, but I lost my eyes, what else do I live?" Gao Xingkong really couldn't control himself, his eyes were injured, and he couldn't see anything for the rest of his life, which was indeed a huge blow.

"The old man is angry, the slave and maid remember that there is a temple on the mountain, and the monks there are the best at enlightening people like you, my lord. A maid persuaded.

"Really, I'm going to see what their bald asses can say!"

Mountains.

"The donor came this time, did you want to talk to the poor monk?"

"Exactly. ”

"People have good and bad luck, there is nothing, there is nothing, there is nothing, why should you be angry for a pair of eyes?"

"I still have to see things with my eyes, won't I be angry because of a pair of eyes?"

"Donor, how many eyes do you say people have?"

"Two. ”

"Nope. ”

"No?"

"Three, and the eyes of the heart. ”

"Attentively?"

"What the donor said is very true. The mind can experience many things that the eye cannot see. If there is no naked eye, then there is no obstacle to appreciating great beauty. ”

"Nonsense!

"Then donor guess what the poor monk is like at this time?"

"You're calm. ”

"How does the donor know?"

"Isn't it possible for a fool to hear emotion in his voice?"

But the poor monk didn't think the benefactor was really angry. ”

"Presumptuous!" Gao Xingkong was already furious, and he struck out with a palm, seeing that the little monk was about to die violently!

But the palm stopped again.

Gao Xingkong saw it and felt it, it was a kind of peace, a kind of great love, and it moved Gao Xingkong. The little monk is not wrong, even if you don't have eyes, you can see the truth, goodness and beauty of the world.

He withdrew his hand.

"The donor feels it?"

"The grace of the holy monk, Gao is grateful!"

"No, no. The master of the poor monk once said that a person has two noble people in his life—at least two—and one will cross you out of the sea of suffering, and the other will be crossed by you from the sea of suffering, but this "crossing" is to use your life. How blessed it would be if there could be a person in life who is dedicated to himself, and a person who is worthy of his life. ”

"'Crossing'......"

Gao Xingkong said goodbye to the little monk and went down the mountain to go home.

The next day, the family sent a message that the little monk had passed away, leaving a relic, which had been delivered.

Gao Xingkong was suddenly speechless.

He was freed from the suffering of disability, and the little monk "crossed" him.

Who will he 'cross'?

......

Ten days ago.

The Wang Group's conspiracy has been deciphered, but Gao Xingkong still doesn't know who the mastermind is.

Three years ago, when the Wang Group publicly announced the creation of a co-prosperity empire, Gao, Feng, and Guan opposed it, and if the Wang Group wanted to make a move, these three would definitely be poisoned.

The Guan family is gone, and the Gao family is already dying and dying in a short time.

However, the young master of the Guan family is still alive, and he is already an old bone, so he is naturally useless.

So let him go?

"Cross" him?

It is better to bear the infamy of the murderer, so that he can go on firmly, and when the truth is revealed, his revenge will naturally be avenged.

......

Guan Daocun's sword has been forced towards his life, and he can't dodge!

Then I just let it go!

Gao Xingkong stabbed forward brazenly!

"Poof—"

"Thorn-"

Gao Xingkong's heart was pierced, and his Qingmang sword only cut through Guan Daocun's clothes.

"Hehehehehe, with anger and hatred...... Survive! You'll be ...... one day Regret it, I'm in hell...... Hell is waiting for you!hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Gao Xingkong's head tilted, like a dead man losing his strength, pointing at Lin Ying, who fell to the ground and closed his eyes.

Blood flowed down the spine of the sword and into Guan Daocun's mouth.

A familiar feeling came to his heart, and Guan Daocun lost his mind for a while.