The old man didn't understand the logic of this statement and asked coldly with a frown.

Because he didn't know whether he was facing young Watson or the old monk in front of him before.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but change his face slightly, but he didn't show any fear on his face, but he was shocked in his heart.

After anger, there is panic, uneasiness and caution.

The old monk just recited a few verses, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the top of the snow-capped mountains rushed here like a tide, and finally merged into the young man's body.

You must know that this is the secret realm of Kunlun. It is a world that the senior brother created on the top of Kunlun with his supreme skills before his ascension.

But the old man didn't know that if he could enter here, the realm he would reveal would be really terrifying.

The old man even had to admit secretly that the old monk sitting quietly across from him was the most powerful monk he had ever seen in his life, even much stronger than the senior brother who had ascended and left.

The old monk held the flower and sighed, looked at him and said calmly: "First, you unblock all the children and give them freedom, and I will help you enter reincarnation."

"Secondly, you can refuse my request, and I will destroy this secret realm and your immortal soul, leaving you with no chance of reincarnation."

After listening to what the old monk said, the old man put down his vigilance and fear.

The anger on his face gradually disappeared, and he appeared calm, with some respect and some determination before death.

The expression on his face changed again and again, as if he was making the final decision and choice.

According to his original plan, he would use forty-nine boys and girls to complete his plan of reshaping his soul into a physical body.

Later, when Watson arrived, he changed his mind and planned to use the spring breeze and drizzle to confuse the young man, and then make him unprepared to seize the boy's body.

Because the monks who entered the secret realm before were too weak, no matter their cultivation or character, they could not catch his eye.

Unexpectedly, Watson, who entered the secret realm again, gave him a big surprise.

Just when he thought he could rebuild himself with Watson's body, he found that even though he had used six of the seven weapons, he still could not defeat the young man.

Just when he was about to do something crazy, he received a spiritual thought from the old monk.

The old man also knew that the old monk in front of him was just a spiritual thought, but even this spiritual thought was an insurmountable chasm for him.

"I haven't lost yet."

The old man moved his lips, pointed to the last stone on the table, and said quietly: "I have another stone."

The old monk smiled faintly, pointed to the ten cents on the table and said, "There are still ten cents here!"

After saying this, the old monk looked upwards to the place where it meets the sky, the top of the snow-capped mountains.

The snowflakes in the sky gradually fell, heading towards the stone house on the mountainside.

The two people sitting quietly in front of the house were like two stone statues. They were silent for a while, as if they were listening to the sound of snow falling from the sky.

The corners of the old man's mouth moved, and he looked extremely lonely as he sat quietly in the room.

After thinking for a while, the old man said: "This stone of mine can conquer the mountains, fill the sea, and even turn into a magic sword to cut down the stars."

The old monk laughed when he heard this. He pointed at the ten cents on the table and said with a smile: "These ten cents are very light. They are a little lighter than talisman paper. They are even as light as smoke and dust."

The old man frowned: "Your ten cents are not as good as my stone."

The old monk shook his head: "Although your stone is heavy, I can take it away, but you can't even pick up a cent of my ten cents."

The old man refused to accept it and reached out to pick up the unmarked copper coin on the table.

No matter how much effort he put in, even if his face turned red, he still couldn't move the copper coins on the table even a little bit.

So, he refused to accept it and went to pick up other nine copper coins, but the result was the same.

So the old man got angry and looked at Old Man Shang and said, "Are you kidding me?"

The old monk shook his head and said softly: "Do you believe that as long as you call any of the children in the stone forest, they can pick it up casually?"

"Why?" the old man asked reluctantly.

"Why?"

The old monk pointed to the top of the snow-capped mountains and said: "The way to establish heaven is called yin and yang; the way to establish earth is called softness and strength; the way to establish people is called benevolence and righteousness."

"Heaven, earth and man are also called the three talents. The way of heaven is above all laws, the earth carries the way of heaven, heaven and earth nurture all things, and all living things are born in them."

The old man shook his head: "What do the world and the people have to do with me?"

The old monk smiled faintly: "As far as the way of heaven is concerned, you don't know how to fear and want to go against heaven; as far as the earth is concerned, you rely on an immortal soul to occupy a place and use evil magic to harm the order of an area."

"As a human being, you actually tempted Elder Kunlun to collude with the world to kill people and kidnap innocent children. Even the way of the world cannot tolerate you."

Having said this, the old monk spread his right palm and said quietly: "Heaven will not tolerate you, the earth will not carry you, and those parents who have lost their children hate you."

When the old man heard this, his neck stiffened and he shouted: "So what? Isn't it the law of heaven that the weak eat the strong? Weakness is their original sin."

The old monk shook his head, stared at him and said, "Then I am stronger than you. I can kill you with just a raise of my hand. Are you convinced or not?"

Looking at the old man's flushed face, the old monk shook his head, pointed at the ten cents on the table and laughed.

"My disciple's ten cents come from the supreme power in the world and contain the most precious family affection and the most rare confidence in the world.

The most supreme courage, the brightest power of hope.”

Having said this, the old monk sighed and said coldly: "What you have done is unacceptable to heaven, not recognized by the earth, and hated by the world..."

"So what if you have been practicing for thousands of years? How can you handle the purest and most masculine thing from the world? Evil cannot defeat good, so why do you defeat the power of the world?"

"Boom!" Like a thunder, it hit the old man's head heavily.

According to what the old monk said, no matter he was a thousand years ago or he was a thousand years later, I am afraid that he would not be able to lift the ten cents on the table.

Perhaps only people like Watson have experienced countless sufferings in the world.

Only a young man who has practiced Buddhism's supreme mental method and has the most sincere heart in the world is worthy of these ten cents.

The old monk looked at the old man's silent expression and continued: "Only a young man like Watson who respects heaven, fears earth, loves the world, and has an innocent heart can carry the way of heaven and earth."

"Only he can make that eighty-year-old woman give him the money of hope in the world. Why do you pick up this money of hope?"

The corners of the old man's mouth moved again, but there was no sound.

The old monk took back his open right hand and said quietly: "This is not just ten cents, but the power of the world."

"Now, you can understand why your magical weapon that has been collected for thousands of years was destroyed in one fell swoop... All evil forces will eventually melt in the face of human power and the power of all living beings!"

Lao He sighed after hearing this. He was so angry that he couldn't beat the old monk in front of him again and again. Now he couldn't even reason with him.

So he had no choice but to be unreasonable, pointed to the stone on the table and said, "This stone is mine, why should I give it to Watson?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "He is not asking for it from you, but is borrowing it from you for the sentient beings in this world. He wants to use this stone to suppress this world. Do you understand?"

"I don't accept it!" the old man replied.

The old monk chuckled, pointed to the stone forest not far away and said, "Then ask the children you turned into the stone forest, do they accept it?"

The old man sighed and replied calmly: "I gave them a chance. You can ask them which one is not greedy? Which one is not crazy?"

Upon hearing this, the old monk showed a sad face and said quietly: "Buddha said that greed, anger and ignorance are the nature of human beings. They are just children and not gods. You are not the way of heaven here, so you have no right to imprison them here."

At this point, even the old monk became angry.

He patiently explained many truths to the immortal spirit who was on the side of this disaster in front of him, firstly because of Watson, and secondly because of the children who were imprisoned in the stone forest by the old man.

The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows because all sentient beings in the six realms are suffering, and he wants to influence all sentient beings with fearless courage.

King Kong's angry eyes are because there are always demons in the world!

The devil is in control, so all you have to do is wave your sword and cut off all obstacles that stand in your way!

Therefore, when the old monk raised his head again, a golden flame rose from his palm and slowly burned in his palm, instantly illuminating the world that was somewhat deserted because it was shrouded in clouds.

And this is the brilliance of this world!

Even the old man's cold eyes were illuminated by this divine light. While he felt hope, he also felt a breath of death.

Then the old man felt a gust of wind blowing towards him.

He knew that this was not the mountain breeze from Kunlun's secret realm, but that it was invisible to the naked eye, but the breath of heaven and earth coming from the top of the snow-capped mountains.

This breath of heaven and earth swirled around the old monk, thus driving the flow of air around the stone house.

He knew that the old monk in front of him had reached a state that he could not understand.

He didn't believe that such a realm existed in the world before, but now he believed it, so he was afraid.

The breath of heaven and earth coming from the top of the snow-capped mountains moves at an unimaginable speed, exceeding the speed of this world, and forms a turbulent flow of spiritual energy with the breath of heaven and earth.

While changing the body and cultivation of the young man in front of him, it also completely isolated the world of the old man from the young man.

At this time, the old monk whom the old man saw still looked like the young Watson, but his voice was no longer the same as that of the boy who had talked with him countless days and nights before.

So the old man was afraid and wanted to escape from the stone house.

However, when he came up with this idea, he realized that he was still too naive.

Now that the old monk has come to this secret realm, the world in front of him has naturally been imprisoned. No matter what tricks the old monk uses, he cannot move his feet.

Not to mention hoping to transform into a breeze and escape to the depths of the secret realm, under the abyss, the flowers will become a small stone.

He regretted it. It turned out that all he had to do was give away the stone on the table and let go of the children who were in the fossil forest.
To be continued...