He Sheng followed Ying Yibin to Zhonghai Temple, which is the largest temple in Kyoto.

Although it is almost evening now, there are still many people in Zhonghai Temple. Most of the people who come here come to worship Buddha, and there are even queues in the main hall of the temple.

After entering the temple, Ying Yibin took He Sheng around and walked around for about ten minutes. Ying Yibin walked into a yard.

The yard was empty, with no stone tables and benches, only a broom and a wooden barrel in the corner of the wall. The room also looked very small, and there was probably only one room in a house.

"It's here." Ying Yibin stopped in the yard.

He Sheng looked at the house in front of him in confusion.

However, the door of the house was closed and there was no movement inside.

"Master Duchan, I am Ying Yibin of Tongge Association." Ying Yibin stood in the yard and looked at the house.

Crunch.

The door of the house opened and it was pitch black inside.

"Let him come in." A voice came from the room.

The voice is a bit thick and also very young, like the sound made by a man in his thirties or forties.

Ying Yibin's eyes immediately looked at He Sheng: "Go in."

He Sheng looked at Ying Yibin strangely, but saw Ying Yibin keep winking at him. He hesitated for a moment and slowly walked towards the room.

The room was not very light. As soon as he came in, He Sheng looked around. In the center was a table with eight immortals, and the table and stools were covered with dust, as if no one had sat there for a long time. On the right side, there was a wooden bed with no mat or bedding on the bed.

He Sheng just saw a figure and creaked, the door behind him closed again, and the room was pitch black in an instant.

A gust of wind blew from the bedside, and suddenly, a light lit up on the table in front of He Sheng.

When I looked down, the candle had been lit.

What shocked He Sheng the most was that the dust on the table and bench in front of him disappeared as if someone had been wiped by him.

I looked back and saw that the ground behind me was covered with dust.

When he turned around, He Sheng was shocked because someone suddenly sat in front of him.

I don't know when this person appeared, it seemed like he was in the blink of an eye.

"Sit." A gentle voice came from the man's mouth.

He Sheng stared at the man with a gaze. Under the candle, the man's bare head shone brightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed a little stiff, like a robot, but those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

I heard Ying Yibin call this old monk before, but He Sheng felt that this guy was not old at all, but instead looked glossy...

"You are wondering, why am I so glossy, right?" Du Chan's smile became rich.

He Sheng's expression froze and he immediately smiled dryly: "No...no, I just think you are so young..."

How did this guy know what he was thinking?

Could he still understand the mind?

"Hahaha, I'm one hundred and fifty-six years old this year."

He Sheng: "..."

"Young man, I heard that you are a person with a sense of justice. It's true that you look at your face." Du Chan said softly: "Let's go straight to the point. Have you been in trouble recently?"

He Sheng was stunned, then nodded awkwardly: "It's not that I'm in trouble, it's mainly because the things I want to do are more difficult."

"Li family?" Du Chan asked.

He Sheng was stunned and nodded immediately: "Yes."

"Indeed, in the past few years, the Li family has become more and more excessive." Du Chan nodded thoughtfully: "What are you going to do? Kill all the masters of the Li family?"

He Sheng's expression changed and he said with a wry smile: "I don't have that ability, and I think it doesn't matter whether a master is a master or not. What matters is the root! The Li family is the root..."

"It's right." Du Chan nodded: "The evil in this world originates from inner desires. Those masters who depend on the Li family are nothing more than for fame and profit."

"Then what are you going to do?" Du Chan smiled meaningfully.

He Sheng curled his lips: "I don't know..."

Du Chan chuckled twice, and he whispered: "Young man, I don't have much to help you. For me, killing is not the ultimate solution. I can kill you, but only if he must be a villain."

He heard this, He Sheng curled his lips.

Du Chan's words reminded He Sheng.

The masters of the Li family have never heard of them doing great evil.

Seeing He Sheng not speaking, Du Chan lowered his head.

"This is how you can do what you want and cause trouble for you, and I will help you kill him." Du Chan said again.

He Sheng was stunned and nodded: "Okay."

"Okay, then you go." Du Chan waved to He Sheng.

He Sheng nodded, stood up, and walked out of the house.

The words of Du Zen made He Sheng think deeply.

The final result seems simple, but there are some words worthy of taste.

Opening the door, He Sheng walked out of the house.

As soon as I walked out, the door in the room was closed.

He Sheng couldn't help but look back, then returned to the yard.

Ying Yibin is still waiting in the yard.

"How is it? What did you tell you?" Ying Yibin took He Sheng outside and asked while walking.

He Sheng curled his lips: "I didn't say anything, just told me to do what I wanted. He would kill everyone who caused me trouble."

Ying Yibin nodded thoughtfully: "It's great. With him protecting you, Wang Baichuan can follow Tan Zilin safely."

He Sheng's expression seemed a little strange. He glanced at Ying Yibin and asked, "Mr. Ying, is this monk really that powerful?"

Ying Yibin immediately glared at He Sheng: "Speak quietly, he can hear what you say!"

A hint of suspicion flashed in He Sheng's eyes.

Ying Yibin continued, "Anyway, no one can beat him from Kyoto. In addition, I heard that your five masters join forces, maybe they can tie him."

"Of course, that's all from decades ago."

He heard this, He Sheng's expression immediately changed.

Only by joining forces with his five masters can he tie this monk. How powerful is he?

He Sheng and Ying Yibin left quickly.

And at this moment, in Du Chan's house.

On the bed where there is nothing else, Du Chan sat cross-legged, his eyes were empty and his expression slowly became serious.

After a few seconds, a sharp look suddenly flashed in those empty eyes.

"If everyone in Kyoto is helping the evil, don't blame me for killing the monks and killing me. Be honest and peaceful."

Du Chan was muttering to the air.

After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes.

After he finished speaking, the ninth-level heavenly masters in Kyoto were all in panic!
Chapter completed!