Lu Hanjiang's answer made Huo Yunqi completely stunned, and then a burst of self-deprecating laughter could not be suppressed from his mouth.
Huo Yunqi covered his face, but could not shed a single tear. He suddenly felt that everything was so ridiculous. Sure enough, everything was God's will. The Huo family's retribution fell in a way that he could not imagine at all.
He, the outsider from beginning to end, was still excluded from everything until the last moment.
Even if he could hear even the slightest bit of resentment from Lu Hanjiang's mouth, Huo Yunqi might not feel so uncomfortable, but what made him saddest was not the kind of hatred, but this complete disregard.
Until this moment, he finally understood that the Jin Yiwei had never come for the Huo family, and that it was just an accident that the Huo family would end up in such a devastated situation.
The Disaster of Fish in the Pond - When the Jin Yiwei and the Xuantian Sect were fighting, they couldn't care less about the ants under their feet. Just like the Liujiacun who was guilty of carrying the jade back then, the Huo family today has become a pitiful victim who was sacrificed by innocent people.
Huo Yun, who was crying and laughing, acted like a madman. Lu Hanjiang didn't stay here for long, but he didn't come here specifically to play with people's mentality this time.
"The Jin Yiwei is targeting the Huo family just for the secret sword-making method. However, Xuantian Sect's reasons are a bit complicated. Generally speaking, it is because of one person, Tianquan, a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect."
Before leaving, Lu Hanjiang said this to Huo Yunqi. His core argument was that all the Huo family's troubles could be attributed to this person. He did not hide his thoughts at all, which was that he wanted Huo Yunqi.
Hold high the banner of hatred and go to the door.
Lu Hanjiang did not wait for Huo Yunqi's answer. He was only responsible for telling Huo Yunqi the "truth". As for the other party's choice, it was none of his business.
In order to ensure that the other party would not find the wrong enemy in the future, Lu Hanjiang very considerately explained to the other party the origin of the Saint of Xuantian Sect.
Moreover, his words are not entirely an excuse for Jin Yiwei. The Thousand-faced Dharma King will be targeting the Huo family, and he does have a lot of connections with Qian Xiaoxiao.
On the one hand, the Thousand-faced Dharma King and Yue Lifeng had a grudge, but on the other hand, Qian Xiaoxiao's ruthless pursuit also made the other party very angry.
Although the Thousand-faced Dharma King could not kill Qian Xiaoxiao, he would never make it easy for Tianquan. As the person who provided him with the antidote to relieve the Heavenly Poison's weeping heart, he knew the weakest point in this saintly girl's heart.
Therefore, the Thousand-faced Dharma King actually had two considerations in massacring the Huo family. One was to disgust the Jin Yiwei, and the other was to find a way to kill Tianquan.
Under the mask of the Thousand-faced Dharma King, there is Gongsun Huan. Compared with the tiger like Dharma King Youyun, he is more like a spider with his cold nature.
Rather than slapping his prey to death completely, he preferred to watch the opponent get trapped in the situation and be tortured to death bit by bit. Gongsun Huan's way of dealing with Tian Quan was to throw dirty water on him.
Or it can be said that in order to expose the truth, the crimes committed by Qian Xiaoxiao are already too numerous to describe, and Gongsun Huan is just adding more fuel to the fire.
He plans to make things bigger and bigger. A small blood feud between one family and the life and death of hundreds of families can bring disaster. When these blood feuds backfire, not only Qian Xiaoxiao will be doomed, but Tian Quan, who is closely related to her, will not be able to escape either.
, and even an interest rate for ruining your reputation.
Gongsun Huan slaughtered the Huo family out of this thought. From a side perspective, he was indeed not targeting Huo Yunqi himself. After all, if he wanted to be noticed, he had to be visible first.
For Gongsun Huan, the small Huo family was not worthy of his attention at all. He didn't even think of playing tricks on these people, so he just killed them all.
It felt uncomfortable to be trampled on like an ant, so even though he knew there was something wrong with the logic, Huo Yunqi still followed Lu Hanjiang's guidance and hated Tianquan in his heart.
This makes no sense. After all, it was King Thousand Faces who massacred the Huo family, but this unreasonable disaster destroyed everything Huo Yunqi had, and he could no longer face it all with a peaceful mind.
In his eyes, these arrogant chess players who did not care about life and death were all murderers, including Qian Xiaoxiao, the saint who massacred three families in Dongdu, the arrogant Thousand-faced Dharma King, Tianquan and Jinyiwei, and the Xiaoyao sect.
The moon is away from the wind.
Abandoned by the world, he seemed to have found the goal of his efforts again. Huo Yunqi never returned to the city from that day on. He stayed at this graveyard. In the dead of night, the woodcutter passing by seemed to be able to hear
He is talking to the tombstone.
The news that the head of the Huo family was crazy spread like wildfire, and soon this cemetery became a place avoided by the people of Dongdu.
But Huo Yunqi was actually very sober, and he was not talking to himself.
On this day, before the sun had risen, Huo Yunqi burned a pot of paper money for his young friend Ah Qi, and when he turned around, he saw that kind and familiar face.
I saw the old monk sitting cross-legged beside him, with his hands clasped together and chanting the mantra of death in his mouth, to save the souls who died tragically here.
"Master, you have stayed here for seven days. Now that you have copied this sutra and recited the mantra, it is time for you to leave." Huo Yunqi said, not chasing people away, but that he was about to leave too.
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"Amitabha."
The old monk recited a Buddhist verse and said with a smile: "A poor monk walks in the rivers and lakes. He dare not talk about saving all sentient beings, but he also does not want to see people go astray. The dead are gone, but the living are still young. I hope the donor can turn back and find the shore."
This old monk is an eminent monk from Northern Shaolin, his dharma name is Lingwu, and he is a well-known living Buddha in the world. Unlike Master Bugui, who is now being criticized by many people, the reputation of eminent monk Lingwu is as solid as gold and stone.
What makes people laugh or cry is that the spiritually enlightened monk was actually the only Jianghu person to accept the Huo family's hero post. Unfortunately, the other party came too late and everything was too late.
After asking about the extermination of the Huo family, the spiritually enlightened monk sighed deeply about the impermanence of the world. He took the initiative to come to this tomb to pray for the victims of the Huo family. Huo Yunqi respected this eminent monk very much.
But even so, Huo Yunqi had no intention of letting it go. He shook his head and said: "Master, there is no need to persuade me anymore. I have made up my mind, let's say goodbye."
"May I ask where the donor wants to go?" Monk Lingwu stood up and called out to Huo Yunqi.
Huo Yunqi paused, but he also said frankly: "In my early years, I was stuck in the art of making swords. I was busy day and night with the family business in the villa, and I neglected my martial arts. Now I plan to study under the masters of various experts."
Huo Yunqi is not a fool. Although he has a desire for revenge, after all, his martial arts is too low and he is far from the opponent of this group of people. Even if he is to deal with the weakest Tianquan, he is powerless. It is not his to come and die in vain.
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Monk Lingwu sighed and said: "When will the injustice be repaid? Why don't the donor listen to the poor monk's words, put down the butcher's knife, save others, and save yourself."
Huo Yunqi smiled slightly, but there was no emotion in his eyes. He said softly: "Master, how can someone outside the world understand the suffering of this mortal world? My heart is full of hatred, how can I let go of this butcher knife?"
After saying that, Huo Yunqi turned and left. After walking for a while, he heard Monk Lingwu say again: "Amitabha, since the donor is determined to practice martial arts, why bother to abandon the near and seek the far away."
Huo Yunqi was stunned for a moment. He turned around and said with a frown: "I don't dare to speculate, but the master's intention is to guide me to study in Shaolin Temple?"
Master Lingwu stepped forward slowly and said in a calm tone: "Although the poor monk is not good at martial arts, he is familiar with all the seventy-two Shaolin skills. If the donor is sincere in learning the skills, the poor monk will not hide his secrets."
Huo Yunqi was silent for a moment and said: "Master, do you know that this junior practices martial arts for revenge?"
"I know." Master Lingwu said calmly.
"When did the great master just say that there will be retribution for injustice? If that's the case, why are you helping the tyrants to commit evil again now?" Huo Yunqi asked.
On Master Lingwu's withered face, his gentle eyes were as calm as water. He said kindly and authentically: "Shaolin's unique skills are not just fists, feet and sticks. Cultivating martial arts is cultivating the mind. If the donor wants to achieve martial arts, he must no longer be obsessed with blood enemies and family hatred.
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Huo Yunqi raised his head and asked seriously: "But master, what should I do if my junior's heart is still restless and his hatred is still there after practicing martial arts?"
Master Lingwu smiled and said: "Then the poor monk is incompetent as a master."
The dazzling morning sun gently shines on the earth. In a trance, Master Lingwu looks like a Buddha. His not tall figure seems to be extremely majestic at this moment.
The old monk's kind eyes were so pure that there was no trace of filth, almost like an independent lotus. The clear pupils were like a mirror, reflecting Huo Yunqi's twisted and unwilling soul, but eager for redemption.
A red sun rose from the sky. The young man was silent for a long time, then slowly knelt down in front of the old monk and kowtowed three times respectfully: "Disciple pays homage to Master."