Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 625 Reencountering Joy and Sorrow
Liang Jin's words were like a stone thrown into an ancient well, instantly igniting the stagnant silence in the alley!
"Pfft!"

The servant was so frightened that he lay flat on the ground, not daring to lift his head.

At the base of the wall, Tang Zhongyuan, who was seriously injured and vomiting blood, was stiff all over. His bloodshot eyes were almost about to pop out of their sockets. His expression of disbelief was frozen on his painful contortions. He even choked on his cough.

Om-!
Almost the instant the words were spoken, several powerful and sharp killing intents suddenly erupted in the tightly closed courtyard!
Like a real, icy wind, it penetrated the doors and walls, pressing down hard on every inch of the narrow alleyway.

The air was so thick it was suffocating, and even the sunlight seemed to be distorted and dimmed by this invisible atmosphere.

Even the crown prince remained silent, leaving only a chilling stillness.

Clearly, the prince behind the high wall was so shocked and speechless by this unprecedentedly crude and insulting act.

Zhao Yiyi felt as if her heart was being gripped by an icy hand, and suddenly jumped into her throat!

She instinctively held her breath, her slender fingers gripping the corner of Liang Jin's sleeve tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Across from there, that's the Crown Prince's residence!

He is a member of the royal family!
Brother Liang... these words are tantamount to overturning the nine-tiered jade steps and shattering the Purple Palace Imperial Palace!

This is a terrible disaster!
Born into humble circumstances, she deeply understood the people's innate fear of officials and knew even more clearly the catastrophic consequences of provoking imperial power.

If her parents were here, they would probably be terrified and kneeling on the ground, kowtowing endlessly.

however……

At this moment, in the eye of the storm of murderous intent that was almost crushing her spine, looking at Liang Jin's upright and unyielding back, a feeling completely different from fear, burning like fire, surged wildly in her young and throbbing heart!

It was a thoroughly exhilarating experience of resisting tyranny, disregarding hierarchy, and defending dignity!

Brother Liang's demeanor was like a blazing flame, instantly igniting the long-suppressed passion deep within her soul!
Liang Jin's gaze, however, was like cold lightning, piercing through the void and precisely landing on the depths of the courtyard where killing intent surged, yet remained tightly shut and silent.

His voice rang out again, steady as a rock falling into a turbulent stream, each word clear and distinct:
"I've come to deliver a message, going through all this trouble, and in your eyes I've become a servant you can order around?"

"Look carefully and think it through. It's not me, Liang Jin, who's begging and pleading to climb the social ladder for you. It's the Huaiyang Prince's Mansion that has to beg me now!"

His words suddenly became even more sharp, like a knife scraping bone:
"It's unclear who's begging whom, so I think you should just give up being the heir."

"Think it over carefully, and come back to me when you've thought it through."

Without further hesitation, he grabbed Zhao Yiyi's wrist and turned to walk towards the alley entrance.

There was no lingering any longer.

As Zhao Yiyi was being led by the hand, her steps faltered slightly, but she couldn't help but glance back.

In the sunlight, Liang Jin's profile, backlit by the sun, was clearly defined, his brows conveying a calm after the storm and an unwavering resolve.

That one glance strangely calmed the frantic pounding of her heart caused by fear, transforming it into an even stronger surge of reverence and trust.

Brother Liang... is different!
He was worlds apart from those kneeling before this vermilion gate!

Their departure is tantamount to throwing a scorching boulder into an already erupting volcano!

"boom--!"

The several powerful and fierce killing intents within the courtyard were like ferocious beasts that had been thoroughly enraged!

Suddenly it exploded and rose!
It was no longer a subtle targeting, but an overwhelming crushing force!
The killing intent was so intense that it condensed into a vortex of malevolent energy that was almost visible to the naked eye. It tightly entwined the departing figures of Liang Jin and Zhao Yiyi, as if countless invisible hands were reaching out from the void to drag them into the darkness and tear them to pieces!
Fine dust patters down from the cracks in the ancient blue bricks on both sides of the alleyway.

That's a sign of being stirred by a powerful aura!

Liang Jin's steps suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn around; his figure remained with his back to the small courtyard that exuded murderous aura.

A very faint, undisguised chuckle escaped from his throat:

"Ah……"

With that soft hum, he turned halfway to the side, his cold gaze sweeping across the tightly closed vermilion door, seemingly piercing through the heavy door panel and shooting straight at the source of the killing intent.

"A murderous aura emanating from him, his hair standing on end in fury... does that look rather intimidating?"

"It's a pity that the dog that howls the loudest isn't necessarily the one that bites the most fiercely."

"Feeling stifled? If you have the guts, come out."

That calm tone suddenly turned into a chilling, towering ice peak:

"Let's see who's the best!"

boom--!
The malevolent energy within the courtyard surged dramatically, like oil being thrown into a spark!
The air itself seemed to emit a muffled, booming sound!

The light in the entire alley seemed to dim a bit!
The extreme frustration of being a henchman of the Prince's mansion but unable to fulfill his duties reached its peak at this moment!

however!
Even though the air was filled with the heavy, low growl of an impending storm, and even though their minds were filled with a mad roar that wished to tear the two of them to pieces.

That door remained tightly shut!

Deep within that courtyard, not a single person dared to actually break down the door and emerge!

Tang Zhongyuan was still lying on the cold brick floor, covered in blood!
That elusive and mysterious third-rank martial artist, who could injure Tang Zhongyuan like an ant in a single move, was like a sword hanging over his head!
Who dares to bet that they won't be the next one to have their spine crushed and internal organs displaced?

That was a deterrent force they could no longer resist!

All the boiling killing intent, when it touched that red line between life and death, ultimately turned into a show of bravado but inner weakness, not daring to cross the line!

A sharp glint flashed in Liang Jin's eyes, but the contemptuous curve at the corner of his mouth deepened.

"Tsk."

A sneer, utterly contemptuous, seemed to slap the faces of everyone in the courtyard.

"General Liang..."

The prince's voice, suppressed to the extreme, finally broke through the stagnant air once more, still carrying an undisguised tremor and a deep-seated hatred through the doors and windows:
"You're really... really good!"

Every word was like a sharp, icy blade squeezed out from between teeth:

"Your words today... I, the Crown Prince, will remember them!"

Liang Jin didn't turn his head back, and didn't even bother to change his disdainful attitude.

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

His response was calm and understated, yet every word was sharp and incisive:

“I am just a lowly banner commander, a nobody, and I am not worthy of the prince’s concern.”

He waved his hand dismissively, as if swatting away a buzzing mosquito, his gesture filled with utter annoyance and impatience.
"I don't have time to waste talking nonsense with you here. It's such a waste of my time."

"Yiyi, let's go!"

He pulled Zhao Yiyi up, his steps steady and powerful, without the slightest hindrance, and walked towards the alley entrance.

After a while.

Finally, a suppressed but anxious shout came from inside the door.

"Quick! Carry him inside! Save Mr. Tang!"

Several servants rushed out and hurriedly lifted Tang Zhongyuan, who was barely breathing and whose bones were broken in several places, and carried him back to the courtyard.

The vermilion gate was slammed shut again with a loud bang, cutting off outside views and sealing away the soaring anger and stifling humiliation within the courtyard.

Followed by.

“Ah ...

A violent and frenzied roar, almost enough to shake the roof beams, suddenly exploded from the deepest part of the courtyard!

The endless shame and indignation of the young king's dignity being trampled on transformed into the most primal roar, as if it wanted to spew out his internal organs!
"Insects! Lowly scum! A mere banner commander! A peasant who crawled out of nowhere! How dare... how dare you bully me like this!!!"

The roar was mixed with the ear-piercing sound of objects being smashed.

"Investigate! Dig him out! Dig three feet into the ground and find out everything! What kind of tricks does that so-called third-rank expert have?! Find out his entire family history!"

"Xue Feng! Immediately! Now! Get Xue Feng right here! Right now!!"

…………

After passing through the long, narrow alleys and rejoining the bustling crowds of the market, Zhao Yiyi felt that the huge rock weighing on her chest had loosened slightly.

But then, a deeper unease enveloped her.

She instinctively gripped Liang Jin's hand, eagerly looking up at his sharply defined profile, her voice trembling with relief:
"Brother Liang...that...that's the heir apparent! He's the legitimate son of the Prince of Huai!"

"We've really offended him today! He... he definitely won't let this go! What should we do?"

The deep-rooted oppressive power of the imperial authority, like an invisible shackle, still bound her heart.

Liang Jin felt the coolness and tension in her palm, stopped, and leaned down to meet her worried eyes.

His face showed no fear, only a calm composure born of worldly wisdom, and even a hint of barely perceptible arrogance.

"Smart people don't use stupid methods."

His voice was deep and resolute:
"Take revenge on me? The cost will be far beyond his imagination."

Turn against me? I'm ready anytime!
Zhao Yu's life is in Liang Jin's hands!
If that young prince truly doesn't know his place and dares to make any unusual moves, it would be no big deal for him to "accidentally" disappear from this bustling capital.

The terrifying sight of the Yin Bone Puppet crippling Tang Zhongyuan with a single blow today is enough to intimidate them!
Before you have absolute confidence in dealing with a top expert who is elusive and unpredictable, any rash action is tantamount to suicide!

They had no choice but to swallow their anger.

at this time--

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way right now!"

A series of arrogant shouts to drive them away, accompanied by the crisp sound of horses' hooves, came from afar.

The crowded people in the market hurriedly scrambled to the sides of the street.

A magnificently decorated motorcade slowly approached, led by several servants.

The leading group of wealthy young men rode arrogantly on tall steeds, dressed in brocade robes and with jewel-encrusted saddles that shimmered in the sunlight.

Following closely behind were several luxurious carriages pulled by strong geldings, with curtains made of the finest brocade and trimmed with gold thread.

Occasionally, the curtains inside would be lifted, revealing the faces of charming, reserved, and meticulously dressed young women, some laughing and joking with the young men on horseback, others curiously observing the commoners giving way to them on the street.

The wind carried the scents of expensive perfumes, mingling with the smells of sweat, livestock, and cooking fumes from the market, creating a stark, world-dividing contrast.

Zhao Yiyi's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to the caravan. Her eyes swept over the jewels on the saddles, the hairpins and jade ornaments behind the brocade curtains, and the lazy expressions on the girls' faces, as if they didn't have to worry about firewood and rice.

A hint of bittersweet envy flashed across her clear eyes.

"They...they really have time..."

She murmured to herself, gazing in the direction of the convoy:

"At this time of year, you can still go outside the city to enjoy the scenery... I heard it's the perfect time for a spring outing outside the city..."

She recalled how she used to get up early and work late to help her parents with housework, how she had to be frugal with every penny, and how she could only squeeze out time to learn martial arts from her mother-in-law late at night.

Her time was weighed down by the burdens of life and the desire for change, like heavy mercury.

The fan in the girl's hand inside the carriage, the worries cast aside by the young master on horseback... are like fragments of another dreamlike and ethereal world.

Liang Jin noticed the well-hidden loneliness in her eyes, and his heart stirred slightly. The coldness in her eyes, which still held the murderous intent towards the Prince's Mansion, melted away with a touch of warmth.

He turned his head, a frank smile playing on his lips:

"'Heared'? That's so boring."

He gripped her hand slightly tighter:

"It's perfectly daylight now, let's go!"

Zhao Yiyi was taken aback and was about to say that there was still a lot of work to be done at home.

Before she could even utter a word, all her excuses vanished when she met Liang Jin's earnest gaze.

A warm current, mixed with emotion and excitement, surged into my heart, dispelling the gloom in my mind.

Finally, her delicate lips curved into a joyful smile, and she nodded vigorously:
"it is good!"

Liang Jin then went to rent horses.

Before long, a strong yellow horse carrying the two of them leaped out of the majestic city gate and onto the official road leading to the outskirts of the city.

Ordinary soldiers of the Imperial Guards were not allowed to leave the capital, but Liang Jin was now a banner commander, and he could leave the capital briefly with any excuse.

The wind whistled in my ears, temporarily leaving behind the hustle and bustle and oppressive atmosphere of the capital.

The number of pedestrians on the official road gradually decreased.

Liang Jin held the reins, his gaze fixed on the vast countryside.

What met the eye was a desolate and bleak landscape.

The earth seemed to be a wounded person whose skin had been exposed by excessive exploitation, revealing its desolate state.

As far as the eye can see, there are only sparse, withered yellow meadows and gently undulating, bare loess slopes.

Huge tree stumps occasionally stand abruptly in the wilderness, like the remains of a decapitated beast, silently telling of past prosperity and present desolation. "The imperial court's expenditures are enormous, and in the capital, firewood and charcoal are flowing like water."

Liang Jin pointed around and whispered an explanation to the girl in front of him:
"Not to mention big trees, even decent shrubs and brambles were cut down decades ago."

After all, there are too many people living in the capital, and the demand for timber is exceptionally high. Whether it is building houses or starting fires, a lot of wood is needed.

Therefore, almost all the trees that could be cut down near the capital have been cut down.

The timber needed in the capital now is all transported from hundreds of miles away.

But it is not absolute.

As far as the eye can see, there are still some tree-covered peaks and lush, dense forests.

However, these places are... quite special.

“Those are the royal deer park and the estates of noble ministers.”

Liang Jin's tone carried a subtle, almost imperceptible hint of sarcasm:

“Those lush green areas are places where ordinary people can’t even put their feet in.”

Finally, they found a small, slightly elevated hill a few miles away from the main road.

The hilltop is desolate, with only a patch of incredibly resilient wild grass taking root in the barren yellow soil, its greenness tenacious.

"Shut up!"

Liang Jin reined in his horse, dismounted, and gently lifted Zhao Yiyi off the saddle.

The reins were tied to a rough rock, and the horse was allowed to graze on the sparse but tender grass shoots.

No words.

Silence has become the gentlest language at this moment.

The two lay side by side on the slightly damp, soft grass, enveloped in the unique, slightly earthy, fresh scent of the grass.

Above, there was a vast, clear blue sky, a sight only found in northern Xinjiang during autumn, so pure that not a single cloud could be seen.

Liang Jin turned to the side, his gaze falling on the gentle and quiet profile of the girl beside him.

Long eyelashes cast gentle shadows in the sunlight, and beneath her pert nose, her lips were slightly pursed due to nervousness and shyness, revealing a natural softness.

What a beautiful and familiar face.

He reached out, his fingertips rough and calloused, and stroked Zhao Yiyi's warm cheek as if caressing and playing with the most precious jade in the world.

Zhao Yiyi's body stiffened instinctively the moment she felt the slight coolness.

The strict separation between men and women that she had been taught since childhood rang sharply in her mind!
However, that warm, dry, and powerful hand, like the most solid harbor, conveyed a captivating and wholeheartedly cherished strength.

Her faint resistance melted away silently, like spring snow meeting the sun.

A blush made her cheeks burn like fire, and the crimson quickly spread to her ears and neck, even tinging her fair neck, which was exposed outside her clothes, with a faint pink hue.

But she ultimately did not run away.

She even turned her face slightly, trustingly and completely surrendering a little more of her skin to those rough fingertips.

Her eyelids trembled slightly, closing even tighter, her long eyelashes fluttering like startled butterfly wings, yet unable to conceal the sweet smile that quietly crept onto her lips.

The wind swept across the wasteland, and the wild grass bowed low.

Heartbeats resonate quietly in the silent wilderness!

An indescribable intimacy and longing, like a long-brewing underground current, is impatiently seeking an outlet in a wilderness isolated from worldly gazes...

suddenly!

"Amitabha!"

A deep, ancient Buddhist chant, like a thunderclap from the heavens, suddenly exploded above the two of them without warning!

A powerful airflow swept through!
The wild grass at the top of the earthen slope was pressed down by the strong wind and fell flat instantly, and the exposed grass roots were clearly visible!
A flurry of fallen leaves swept across the room, abruptly shattering this most intimate and enchanting moment!
Zhao Yiyi felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of ice water, and was suddenly jolted awake from her tipsy state of palpitations!

She sat bolt upright almost instantly, instinctively covering her burning cheeks with her hands, so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground!
That scene just now... was actually witnessed by someone?!

The shame surged and overwhelmed me like a tidal wave.

Liang Jin's heart sank even further!
His pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints!
In an instant, all the muscles in his body tensed up like iron!
A piercing alarm bell blared wildly in his mind!
Second grade!

Only a second-rank martial artist could conceal their aura to such an extent, approaching silently until their voice was detected by his keen senses just before they spoke!

He suddenly turned his neck, his sharp, hawk-like gaze passing over the scattered leaves and sharply targeting the highest point of the earthen slope!
On the highest point of the slope, a gaunt figure had appeared.

A coarse linen robe hung on his thin frame, already faded from washing, its edges worn and torn, covered with patches of all sizes.

Weary from travel, poor and lonely.

The old monk's skin was as dark as century-old charcoal, and his deep wrinkles were as if carved by a knife and axe. His long beard and two long eyebrows, which should have been snow-white, were also covered with a grayish and dirty color due to years of dust and grime.

What is most striking is his bare feet.

The soles of my feet are covered with thick calluses and cracks, like a cracked tortoise shell stepping on rough soil and stones, yet they are firmly rooted and do not move an inch!

The moment Liang Jin saw the old monk's face, his heart skipped a beat, and a murderous intent arose within him.

Because he knew this old monk!

It turns out to be... both joy and sorrow!
Back then, Liang Jin's clone from the Western Desert once fought him head-on. Although Liang Jin fought fiercely, he could only wound and defeat him, but he failed to kill him.

Who would have thought that Liang Jin would encounter both joy and sorrow again!
And judging from Bei Huan's appearance, it seems that the injuries he sustained in the last fierce battle have been completely healed.

Almost at the same moment that Liang Jin recognized the other party and his killing intent erupted!

"Duh!"

The old monk's cloudy eyes, which had been half-open and half-closed, as calm as an ancient well, suddenly opened wide in a flash!
Two beams of piercing, tangible light, imbued with the fierce power of the wrathful Vajra of Buddhism, were like two invisible Vajra pestles, locked firmly onto Liang Jin!
A majestic and imposing aura, as deep and unyielding as a mountain, accompanied by a sudden bright and profound gaze, spread out with a roar!

Although the old monk's body did not move at all, the aura of the entire earthen slope changed, as if the whole world was under his feet, and the invisible pressure made the surrounding air stagnate!
"donor……"

The sounds of joy and sorrow toll like ancient bronze bells, detached from worldly concerns, yet each word strikes deep into the heart:

"We are complete strangers; this old monk is merely passing through this place..."

His withered face was lined with even deeper wrinkles, and his eyes were so sharp they seemed to pierce the deepest thoughts in people's hearts.

"Why, just now... in that instant, did such a strong... overwhelming karmic intent to kill this old monk surge forth in your mind?!"

They've been discovered!
Liang Jin was deeply shocked!

The murderous intent he had just forcibly suppressed was so keenly perceived by the other party.
This terrifying spiritual perception far exceeded his previous predictions!

"Brother Liang..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yiyi, who was standing to the side, was so shocked that she lowered her hand from her face. She looked at Liang Jin, then at the old monk, her eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.

When Brother Liang stroked her cheek just now, he was so gentle... how could he... have murderous intent?
What about this monk who looks so old and ascetic?

Liang Jin narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had long wanted to eliminate both joy and sorrow, to completely prevent any future troubles.

But now... Zhao Yiyi is right beside me.

Fighting a formidable opponent like Beihuan, Liang Jin was not entirely confident that he could ensure Zhao Yiyi's safety.

Moreover, this is the outskirts of the capital.

If a fight breaks out, it will likely attract the attention of many experts.

Given Bei Huan's status and position, he will definitely have more people helping him than Liang Jin.

Liang Jin hesitated for a moment, then ultimately abandoned his plan to take action at this time.

"Humph!"

He let out a heavy, cold snort, his face filled with anger and resentment:

"You monks wear robes, spout words of compassion, but all you do is cut off people's livelihoods and steal their blood and sweat!"

He abruptly raised his hand, pointing to a distant, unseen place, his eyes blazing with fury:

"You take advantage of the Empress Dowager's devotion to Buddhism to seize countless fertile fields! You build temples and increase the number of tenants! As a result, the few acres of meager land passed down from my ancestors have been forcibly taken over as your temple property!"

"All monks in the world should be killed!"

This statement was obviously fabricated.

Upon hearing this, the monk Beihuan's sharp, lightning-like gaze indeed flickered slightly, and the cold, scrutinizing intent within it quietly receded a bit.

The encroachment on farmland is an indelible stain on Buddhism, and it is no exaggeration to say that public resentment often boils over in various places.

The overwhelming resentment within the murderous intent he had just sensed... seemed to have a reasonable explanation now.

"Amitabha……"

With hands clasped in prayer, he bowed his head and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer.

The voice was much calmer and gentler than before, carrying a hint of sorrow and sigh:

"The Buddhist community is vast, and it is inevitable that there are withered branches and fallen leaves, evil monks and scoundrels... I can understand your misfortune and resentment."

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes revealing a weariness and magnanimity born of worldly experience:
"This old monk is new to the capital and doesn't know the way. I would like to ask you two for guidance..."

He turned slightly to the side, leaning slightly towards Zhao Yiyi, to indicate that his request was only out of goodwill.
"Where should we look for the Great Buddha Temple, the royal place of worship? Please tell us."

His tone no longer carried any hint of interrogation or tension; he seemed to attribute Liang Jin's "hostility" entirely to his own misfortune and subsequent anger.

Zhao Yiyi, who had been worried about the tense situation, breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw the atmosphere ease.

Before Liang Jin could speak again, she quickly pointed urgently to the southeast:
"You're too kind, old monk!"

"Go up this slope and follow the main road ahead to the southeast! It'll be about five miles!"

She was afraid the old monk wouldn't be able to find it, so she tried her best to describe the sign:

"You'll see it as soon as you walk! There's a huge mountain over there, that's Qingluan Peak! It's lush and green from afar, and it stands out very much!"

"There's a winding mountain road. If you follow the road all the way up, the magnificent temple at the top of the mountain is the Great Buddha Temple!"

The monk of sorrow and joy turned around, bowed slightly to Zhao Yiyi, and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect:

"Thank you for your kind guidance, benefactor."

He then gave Liang Jin another deep look, his gaze complex and unreadable.

In the end, he remained silent.

The gaunt figure turned, and its huge, dark, cracked foot, resembling tree bark, took a solid step forward.

"Shh!"

That step on the weeds and yellow earth was like shrinking the earth to an inch. It seemed like he only took an ordinary step, but he had already mysteriously appeared several feet away!
Two more steps, three more steps...

The figure wrapped in the tattered hemp robe flickered like a ghost in the vast and desolate yellow earth for a few moments before turning into a tiny black dot on the distant horizon and finally disappearing!

Each step covers several meters! Every step is a shrinking measure in search of the trail!

This agility is astonishing!
Liang Jin's gaze was like two cold stars, fixed on the direction where the monk of sorrow and joy had disappeared.

A heavy cloud hung over his heart.

Now that the emperor is dying, various forces are stirring up trouble, and even a master like Bei Huan has come to the capital.

Perhaps, it's not just about joy and sorrow.

He used [Thousand-Mile Tracking] to check Beihuan's location, wanting to see if Beihuan had really left.

The [Thousand-Mile Tracking] panel showed that Beihuan had indeed headed towards the Great Buddha Temple, which put Liang Jin at ease.

"It seems that the occurrence of joy and sorrow here is merely a coincidence."

"But... what was he doing at the Great Buddha Temple?"

A slight doubt crept into Liang Jin's heart.

Beihuan was the head monk of the Sutra Repository at Wanfo Temple, a giant of the Northern School of Chan Buddhism!
The Great Buddha Temple, on the other hand, was a royal temple, where worshipping Buddha was more important than practicing Buddhism; it was a typical "official temple."

The two are very different in nature and have little in-depth interaction.

A high-ranking monk of Beihuan's status and cultivation, upon first arriving in the capital, should, even if he were to stay overnight, first choose a royal temple within the capital that is of high status and has convenient access to information, such as Huguo Temple or Dabaoen Temple.

Why would they head straight to a purely sacrificial temple deep in the mountains on the outskirts of the city?
There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!
Liang Jin's expression grew increasingly grave.

He turned to look at the somewhat apprehensive girl beside him, speaking a little faster:
"Yiyi, ride your horse back the way you came, and be careful on the road!"

Zhao Yiyi immediately guessed what he was going to do:
"Brother Liang, are you going to chase after that old monk?!"

Liang Jin nodded briefly.

When an enemy appears with unclear intentions, how can we turn a blind eye?

Not only do we need to understand it, but we also need to seize the right opportunity!
If there is even a one in ten thousand chance, he wouldn't mind completely eradicating this former deadly threat!
(End of this chapter)