"It's not important. Presumably, what the female donor is interested in is that the other party can actually get rid of the poor monk's Vajra Soul Resurrection Technique."
"Yes." The woman suddenly picked up the sword beside her and placed it across her chest, with a look of thinking on her face.
"This man's firm willpower is rare in the world, and it is a trivial matter to break the vajra to summon souls." The monk said calmly.
"Back then, I was attracted by your soul-calling magic. This delay lasted thirty years. Is it possible that that person is more powerful than me?" The woman snorted coldly.
"Haha, apart from his firm mind, that person is incomparable to the female benefactor, incomparable!" The monk shook his head repeatedly.
"Well, I'll make a bet with you today." The woman suddenly pulled out her long sword, and the long sword was flowing with light, as if it was spiritual. You could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary thing.
"What are you betting on?" The monk still had a look of peace on his face when he saw the murderous weapon coming out of its sheath.
"I bet you can't keep that person." The woman's eyes became cold and stern.
"What if you win?" the monk asked.
"Then you have to die!" The woman spoke carefully, her words were like the edge of a knife.
"What if I win?" The monk was unmoved.
"Then it doesn't matter if I stay for another thirty years!" The woman smiled, and the sun suddenly shone brightly in the Zen room.
"Okay, I'll just take the gamble."
The monk smiled faintly, but there was a fleeting hint of worry between his brows. The man outside had little magical power, but his willpower was stronger than steel. He used the King Kong Soul Conjuring Technique to recruit the number one villain on the list.
The female devil is also within reach, but the other party is actually unmoved, which is really incredible.
Inexplicably, the monk also had some expectations.
Who could he be?
What kind of person is he?
…
The woman raised the sword in her hand, caressed it gently with her jade fingers, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Thirty years.
Thirty years later, today, she finally saw the flaw in the monk's mind.
Outside the Zen room, there was a sound of slight footsteps, and the footsteps stopped outside the door of the Zen room. Then, there was a long silence. The man stood outside the door of the Zen room with a stick of incense, but he remained motionless.
What is he thinking?
What is he waiting for?
The monk and the woman stared at the door, and they actually felt like they were being spied on. This feeling was extremely strange.
What is he spying on?
With a "creak" sound, the door suddenly opened.
Zhao Yuan stood proudly at the door, holding the heavy black-backed long knife in his hand.
The expression on Zhao Yuan's face froze. He clearly felt that there was only one person in the room, but now, two people appeared in front of him, and one of them was actually a woman, which made him feel caught off guard.
"Poor monk Tianxin, may I ask the donor's name?" The monk did not get up, but just shouted a Buddha's name.
"You don't know me?" Zhao Yuan was stunned.
"The poor monk is a monk, not an omniscient Buddha." The monk smiled and said: "The donor is walking outside the mountain gate. The monk who is several miles away can also feel the donor's murderous intention. God has the virtue of good life.
Naturally, the poor monk wanted to recruit the benefactor to go up the mountain to find out what happened."
"Monk, I have a blood feud. If I tell you, will you help me avenge you?" Zhao Yuan smiled coldly.
"When will the injustice be repaid?" the monk sighed.
"If you want to persuade me to give up revenge and follow you to deceive the common people, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Zhao Yuan laughed.
"Deceive the common people...giggle...Master Tianxin, I didn't expect you to become a charlatan..." When the woman who had been silent heard Zhao Yuan sarcastically calling the eminent monk a liar, she covered her mouth and giggled, her laughter was like silver.
The bell is floating in the air, crisp and sweet, which makes people imagine endlessly.
"Haha, if you can make all the people in the world worship Buddha wholeheartedly, it doesn't matter if you are a liar!" The monk didn't take Zhao Yuan's sarcasm to heart, and still had an indifferent and peaceful look on his face.
"Monk, I am Zhao Yuanshi. If you have any advice, please tell me quickly. Don't delay my Zhao's schedule."
"Are you Zhao Yuan?" The monk's expression changed.
"You know me?"
"You know him?"
Zhao Yuan and the woman asked in unison.
"Zhao Yuan, haha, he is indeed worthy of his reputation. Zhao Yuan, what a Zhao Yuan..." the monk murmured to himself.
"Who is Zhao Yuan?"
The woman seemed a little impatient, and flicked the scabbard with her slender jade fingers. Suddenly, the room was filled with gold and iron, as if thousands of troops were fighting, and the murderous intent was rushing back and forth in the small Zen room.
It's like an extremely dangerous trapped beast looking for a way out.
Zhao Yuan's heart tightened.
The power of this woman cannot be described in words. Just a flick of the finger on the scabbard has such great power. No wonder I couldn't feel the presence of this woman with "quietness" at that time.
"Zhao Yuan, ranked 473 on the villain list, now ranks 395, with a bounty of 2 million. He once led the residents of Xujiaqiao to resist the mob and killed Liu Jiemin, the son of Liu Xiaotian. It is said that Zhao Yuan has amazing talent.
Being ruthless and unscrupulous in doing things is widely spread in the Qin Empire..."
"I didn't expect that just because I haven't left the mountain in thirty years, the list of villains has been reduced to such a low level. Even such a little gangster can sneak into the list of villains." The woman looked Zhao Yuan up and down, sighed, and interrupted Monk Tianxin's words.
"The female donor..."
"No need to say more, our bet has already begun." The woman seemed determined.
"Little donor, please look at the chessboard." Monk Tianxin shook his head and said to Zhao Yuan.
"You want me to play chess with you?" Zhao Yuan glanced at the end game.
"If you can help me solve this chess game, I will be very grateful!" The stunning woman suddenly interjected.
"It only takes a little effort to break this mess!" Zhao Yuan's eyes fell on the chessboard.
“Easy to do!”
The stunning woman and Monk Tianxin looked at each other with astonishment on their faces and asked in unison.
The stunning beauty was extremely shocked. You must know that the stunning woman has been trapped in this chess game for thirty years. She faces this endgame every day and is unable to do anything. This shows the stakes of this endgame. Not to mention Monk Tianxin, he used this
The chess game has trapped many heroes in the world, but today, a person suddenly came out and said that it was just a matter of effort to break the game, which made him feel a bit weird.
This end game was left behind by the ancient immortals. It is profound and obscure. According to legend, the two immortals have played this game for more than two thousand years, but it has still not been completed. It is called the "Trapped Immortal Chess". Monk Tianxin spent countless efforts to get a glimpse of it.
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"We'll wait and see!" The stunning beauty suddenly showed a hint of excitement on her face.
Zhao Yuan took a step forward and did not sit down. Instead, he bent down and stretched out his hand. He flicked the chess pieces on the chessboard, and the chess pieces scattered on the ground with a "crash".
"What are you doing?"
The face of the stunning beauty suddenly changed color.
"The chess game is broken." Zhao Yuan looked indifferent.
"It's broken..." A look of confusion appeared on the face of the stunning beauty, and she stared blankly at the chess pieces scattered on the ground.
"It's broken, it's really broken... It's broken so easily..." Monk Tianxin had a look of joy and sudden realization.
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