C88 (2/2)

The surface of the tiles had been washed smooth by the rain, reflecting specks of starlight in the ripples of the cold moon. It seemed to be quite a poetic scene.

Thousand-Hands wanted Qin Zhao to walk in the yard for a week. He looked up at the sky with a heavy heart. Facing such a dark night, he didn't have the slightest bit of interest.

They had taken care of all of them as soon as they entered the courtyard – although it was a mysterious matter, and they had put forth their utmost scheming, there were still twenty to thirty people here to flaunt themselves, and it was only after they had done so that the news had spread out.

It was because there was a rumor that a gangster had come to commit a calamity that Qin Zhao was feeling extremely nervous. At least there was a monk who came out of nowhere, giving him some sense of security.

However, whoever took the responsibility from him would suffer the pressure. This sort of feeling couldn't be shared by an outsider.

After walking around the courtyard under the cold moonlight, Qin Zhao returned to the living room. He saw Monk Yun mumbling to himself with a chess piece in his hand. Before he left, his brows were trembling non-stop.

Qin Zhao walked in front of him and was about to speak, but the old monk waved his hand at him and continued to raise the chess piece he left behind.

The old monk's chess skills were extremely high, and Qin Zhao had already experienced it for a few days. He found it difficult to match the monk, so he only thought of it as being addicted to chess. However, when he noticed that the monk was missing a chess piece, which was placed on the table, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

After much difficulty, the chess piece in the old monk's hands was finally released. He sighed and raised his head to look at Qin Zhao. He shook his head and said with a wry smile, ”It's dangerous …” ”It's very dangerous!”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and stared at the messy black and white chess pieces on the table. His long white brows were constantly creasing, showing that he was in a perplexed mood.

Qin Zhe didn't understand, so he asked, ”Eldest Master, are you calculating something?”

Monk Chu Yun stood up and walked into the courtyard.

Qin Zhao followed and said, ”Eldest Master …”

The old monk looked solemn as he said, ”The first half of the night is peaceful and peaceful, ugly things happen around the same time, thieves must come to our door …”

He paused and sighed.

Qin Zhao was shocked. ”Yes …” ”Is that so?” What kind of path does the person take to get here?

Monk Chu Yun stared at Qin Zhao's face with keen eyes. After a long while, he said hesitantly, ”The person who has come is surprisingly powerful. You and your subordinates are no match for him. I'm afraid …”

”I'm afraid what?” Qin Zhao said.

”I'm afraid your side has suffered a great deal …” ”You, on the other hand, unexpectedly encountered your savior. You actually managed to escape death, that's also an anomaly …”

Saying this, the old monk blinked his eyes. He clasped his hands together and said: ”Amitabha!”

When Thousand-Hands, Qin Zhao, heard this, he froze on the spot, like a thunderclap above his head, unable to utter a single word.

After a long while, he said as if he was gasping for breath, ”First Master …” In other words, they wouldn't be able to keep the silver … If that's really the case, then I might as well die. ”

Monk Chu Yun sighed and said, ”It seems like we have preserved the silver …” This is what the old monk was unable to figure out... ”Wow, there are many twists and turns in this process. The only thing that can be used as a believer is that your life is a little dangerous. However, a bloody disaster is unavoidable.”

As soon as he heard that his side had suffered heavy casualties and that although he was saved from the danger, it was difficult for him to protect his subordinates from losing their lives. After being together for so many years, they were on the same side.

The old monk sighed and said, ”Originally, I thought there was an old monk here who could take on a bit of risk for you, but I didn't expect that the old monk would find it difficult to deal with such a strange land with his Elite Armament …” ”This has determined that our fate will be sealed. To be able to come to such an end is already a blessing in disguise.”

As he finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed. His compassionate face had actually lost its elegant charm. From this, it could be seen how serious the matter was going to be.

The Thousand-Hands Divine Catcher, Qin Zhe, sighed dejectedly. ”Does that mean we can only sit and wait for death?”

The old monk said softly, ”Immeasurable Buddha” before shaking his head and saying, ”If that's the case, I'm afraid the entire army will be annihilated. I will draw a rough outline here, and you can do it according to the map to minimize the casualties.” This is the only thing that I can help you with. ”

With that, he turned around and returned to the living room, took a pen and paper, and drew a rough outline. Then he ordered someone to place the eighteen silver taels into a dozen or so straw bags, right under the altar of the buddhist hall.

The old monk asked with particular care that each load of stone be of the same weight as the original silver, and that everything be arranged in accordance with the original package of silver taels.

Even though everyone had joined hands, it took them more than an hour to get everything ready.

The old monk specifically told the eighteen ”silver” heirlooms to be locked in the middle room.

He moved four stone drums to the east, south, south, west and four directions of the hall before calling Qin Zhe to the side.

Qin Guan was someone who must be taken care of by a monk. He smiled bitterly and said, ”Eldest Master, please tell us. We are all brothers who have shared life and death with each other. We have deep feelings for each other. If there is an order, we will die no matter what.”

After listening, Monk Chu Yun said 'Amitabha' in a long voice. Then, he nodded slightly and said, ”Benefactor Qin, you have guessed correctly.” This was precisely the place that required the four Bravehearts to face death unwaveringly. This old monk is inconvenient to choose for you. ”

Qin Zhao nodded. ”That will be easy. I can choose it immediately.”

The old monk said in a low voice, ”Almsgiver Qin, perhaps you don't understand the meaning behind my words …”

As he said this, he paused slightly, revealing a trace of Qi Rong on his face.

Qin Zhe asked with great suspicion, ”What do you mean by that, Eldest Master?”

Monk Chu Yun said: ”For the four Bravehearts selected by Benefactor, one does not need to be proficient in martial arts, but one must have the courage to face death head-on … It was because they had begged for mercy and had hoped that they would be able to escape this calamity. This is where the problem lies. ”

Qin Zhao's expression changed slightly as he uttered a soft 'oh'.

”Master's meaning is, once these four people are in charge …” ”This place is completely devoid of life, must you really die here?”

Daoist Master Chu Yun said, ”Amitabha, that is the case.”

Qin Zhao was startled. He suddenly sneered, ”Old master, you're wrong. Your life is in danger. Since you have to die, why …”

Old monk Yun sighed softly and said, ”Definitely. It would not be enough to eliminate all these killing intents, and I'm afraid that it would be useless …” Amitabha, Buddha is merciful. ”

Qin Zhao nodded and said with extreme sorrow, ”I understand. I understand.”

The old monk sighed and said, ”Let him die and be reborn. This formation is called the 'Four Extreme Blood Light Array'. It was set up by the dhutas who sacrificed their lives to become Buddha before the Southern Sea Guanyin became a Buddha and escaped from all the devils. ”For the sake of the masses, this is all we can do. Buddha is in the sky, and I know that this old monk has put in a lot of effort, but there is no Amitabha in the south!”