"You fool!" The Taoist in Tianmen actually said this to me.

"Brother, even you say that to me?" I said dissatisfiedly.

The Taoist of Tianmen glared at me and said, "I would rather let me die than you want you to die with me. Do you know how great a disaster your death will bring?"

"What a disaster? Brother, I am just an ordinary person. Why do you all say I am important?"

The Taoist of Tianmen smiled and said, "I said you are important, you may not believe it, but think about it, except for my Tianmen, Master Ruhai and Zen Master Wuchen, have they all said that you are important? Do you say that they are all nonsense?"

"I believe they are not nonsense, but you only say I am important, but you don't tell me how important it is. How do you want me to believe you?"

Hearing me say this, the Taoist of Tianmen turned his head and looked at me and said, "You little guy wants to trick me. Although my Tianmen is not smart, I am not that stupid either."

"If I don't mess with you, I will ask you solemnly what's going on? Why do you all hide it from me? Master Ruhai hides it from me. I can understand it. Master Wuchen hides it from me. I can understand it, because they are all monks and have their own principles of doing things, and I am not qualified to ask them.

But if your brother Tianmen is also hiding it from me, I can't understand it. Since I call you brother and you also call me brother, then you should be honest with me.

Now that you are hiding from me, it seems a bit unreasonable, right? How can we be considered brothers of life and death?"

The Taoist of Tianmen shook his head and said, "Brother, I treat you as my brother. Some things I don't say are all for your own good. I know that if I insist on not telling you, you will definitely have opinions about me and even have many dissatisfaction with me, but I still can't tell you. For your own good, I would rather make you hate me, but you have to believe me and I will not harm you."

"Haha, one of you two or three of you said so, you have something to hide from me, Master Ruhai has something to hide from me, Zen Master Wuchen has something to hide from me, and even Grandma Xiao and Lao Budhi have something to hide from me.

With so many people around me, none of them can be honest with me. Could it be that I, Chen Hexuan, is such an untrustworthy person?

You kept saying good to me, but you didn't tell me what was going on. How could I believe that you were all for my goodness?

Don’t forget, I am a living person, I am not a machine, nor a three-year-old child. You can make me believe your words in just a few words."

What I said was actually too heavy. In fact, I knew very well that the Taoist Tianmen was right. I absolutely believed that he was for my own good, and I believed that he would not harm me.

But now I have to use this method to let him tell me the truth, otherwise I know that no matter what I say, he will never reveal it.

The Taoist of Tianmen has been able to practice until now and can achieve such extraordinary physiognomy. His mind must be extremely firm, and it is absolutely impossible for him to give up his principles just for a little bit of it.

Therefore, I can only use this kind of words to stimulate him, hoping that they can reveal the truth to me. In other words, I am betting on his own blame.

But the Taoist of Tianmen was obviously not so easy to convince. He turned his head to look at me, looked at me for two minutes, and suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, brother, your performance is very real, and your expression is also very good. If it were someone else, I would probably tell you something, but I want to say something to you, you can't get any information from me. I will definitely tell you what I can tell you, and I will not tell you. Even if you hate me to death, I will never reveal any good things. You will not ask any news from me."

Hearing this, I sighed, shook my head, and closed my eyes.

It seems that I still can't pry his mouth open. What did they hide me? Each of them said I was important, but they were all secretive. Could it be that there is really an eternal secret on me?

I looked at the three people in front of me, and all three of them were hiding things from me, and in the end I didn't choose to force them to ask them again.

Because I know that it is absolutely impossible for me to succeed. If I continue to ask questions, the answers they gave me will be the same, and there will be no change.

If that's the case, why should I be this evil person again?

Standing in place and looking at the exploding car in the distance, I sighed and looked up at the sky.

Before I knew it, the night was already dark, and I hadn't closed my eyes for two days. Although I am very physically tiring now, I have suffered a lot of mental loss when I don't sleep for two days and two nights.

Coupled with the words just now, I felt very uncomfortable and extremely tired.

I didn't choose to talk to them anymore, but walked to a huge rock next to me, closed my eyes and leaned forward, slowly closed my eyes. In less than half a minute, I fell asleep.

Laughing grandma, Lao Budhi and Tianmen Taoist stood beside him and no one spoke.

I closed my eyes and didn't know what they were thinking, but I believe they must have communicated.

And I can be sure that the three of them must know something about each other, at least they know something that I still don’t know.

I must think of a way to figure out this matter out!

What did they hide from me? Why are they so strange? What secrets do I have?

And who is the old man in the wooden house? These questions are something I can’t figure out.

My life is messed up, but I still don't know why.

I am a good college student, but I lost my studies because of such a thing. In the end, I had a home and couldn't return. Now even my life is in danger. I don't know when someone will come to kill me.

I thought of a lot of things in my mind for a moment. Every bit of the past two years has been in my mind. I have encountered too many things these days.

It seems that I need to ask my parents. I haven't seen them for nearly two years, so why haven't they called the police until now?

No normal parents would have called the police without calling the police even though their son has been missing for almost two years. I had been wandering on the verge of life and death before and didn't have much time to think about these things.

Later, I was tortured by a large number of illusions. These experiences can be said to be a life-threatening death. I am lucky to be able to survive until now. Looking back, I feel that I am a big life. If anyone else had been dead, I might have died long ago!

It is precisely because of this that I don’t want to think about these things, but I don’t have time to think about them at all.

Now that I sit down, all these things come up, and I have too many things to ask them!

This time I can never be silent anymore. In order to find out the truth of the matter, I must ask clearly what's going on, and start from my childhood!
Chapter completed!