Chapter 233 True? False? I am the Divine Emperor!

For a moment, there was silence in front of Mount Sudatta.

After a moment, a low voice slowly came from the chariot.

"lead the way!"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Divine Emperor."

The old monk's expression remained unchanged, but he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.
After bowing and stooping to show respect and gratitude, he walked towards Dayue.

Every step you take is a thousand meters away.

The chariot was pulled by Hu Bai and followed closely behind the old monk.

On the mountain, panicked monks were running around. The old monk frowned slightly, but he didn't bother to scold them at this time.

He passed the monk and headed towards the back of Mount Sudaka.

The two walked on the mountain for an hour before they arrived in front of an ancient temple.

The temple is dilapidated and quiet, standing in the dense jungle.

The old monk stood respectfully in front of the temple gate and knocked on the door gently.

"Seventh Ancestor, His Majesty the Divine Emperor has arrived."

"Boom! Boom!"

A dull voice came from the ancient temple, and the old monk seemed to understand something.

Turn around!

Looking up at the chariot in the sky, he whispered:
"Your Majesty, the Seventh Ancestor said that to enter the temple, the bell must be left outside the door."

"Otherwise, any more conversations may be meaningless."

Liang Hui held the car railing with one hand, looked down at the temple on the ground, and sensed all the surrounding atmosphere.

He didn't reply immediately.

Until a moment later, a stream of light flew out from the hair and hovered in the chariot.

Carrying the Immortal Spear on his back and the Scarlet Cloud Sword on his waist, he stepped out of the chariot and slowly walked towards the temple.

"I look forward to the secret that you took so much trouble to get me here. If you cannot satisfy me, today will be the day when the Buddha dies."

I walked past the solemn-looking old monk and arrived in front of the temple, feeling the empty atmosphere in front of me.

"Interesting! It's as if it's not in this world, and there's not even a trace of cause and effect."

Liang Hui's eyes were full of curiosity, not too serious.

He was not worried about the possible means of killing people in the ancient temple. He did not really think that without the Liuguang Bell, he would be a lamb to be slaughtered.

It has always been him, not Zhong, who has dominated the world.

Without the Liuguang Bell, he is still the undefeated God-Emperor who can still make all living beings bow down to him.

Moreover, the Liuguang Bell is on the chariot, and it can destroy everything in a single thought.

Snapped!
He simply opened the door and walked in.

The gate of the ancient temple closed the moment Liang Hui entered.

The boy paid no attention to the closed door, but looked around.

It is not dark in the ancient temple.

Dense golden patterns were carved into the walls, ceiling, and ground, blocking all energy.

Moreover, these lines carry a faint Buddha light, which warms people's hearts and brings light.

There was a blurry figure sitting cross-legged in the front.

tower! tower! tower!
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the temple.

Liang Hui stepped forward and saw the figure clearly. It was a skinny monk.

The monk was wearing a green robe. His thin hands held a wooden hammer, striking the wooden fish on the ground. His other hand held a rosary, which he slowly turned.

Every time the bell was struck, there was a sense of calmness in the temple and the Buddha's light became more gentle.

"Seventh Ancestor, we meet again." Liang Hui stopped, grinned, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

The Seventh Patriarch in front of him was the powerful man who appeared in his dream when he was practicing the "Nine-story Pagoda Visualization Method".

If today's answer doesn't satisfy him, he will chop this old man to pieces immediately.

The Seventh Ancestor slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of dead eyes without any color.

At this time, the palm of the hand that was beating the wooden fish also unconsciously slowed down. "Your Majesty, Dingchan Temple had no ill intentions in the original incident. This old monk just wanted to give Your Majesty resources as an investment in Buddhism."

"It doesn't matter whether you have bad intentions or not. I think you have bad intentions, that's enough."

Liang Hui had an indifferent expression, and his hand on the hilt of the sword suddenly clenched.

"Besides, I'm not here to discuss the past with you."

"I'm just curious, what on earth do you want to say that you actually think can be exchanged for the stability of Ding Zen Temple for generations."

"You're not trying to kill me here."

The young man smiled and didn't care at all, but his eyes were extremely cold.

The Seventh Patriarch stopped beating the wooden fish.

"Dingchan Temple is unwilling, dares not, and cannot have such an idea."

He paused, his expression became serious, and he continued, "I have asked Your Majesty to come here this time because I have something important to tell you."

"Say!"

"Your Majesty, you should know that in this world, Dingchan Temple is the best in terms of understanding, exploring, and studying cause and effect."

"But your majesty may not know that in terms of soul and memory, Ding Zen Temple is still the strongest."

"And the old monk has the highest attainments in Dingchan Temple in terms of memory and soul."

The Seventh Patriarch spoke with an unfathomable tone, as if reminding someone of something.

At this moment, Liang Hui's eyes were deep and his expression was calm and unchanged, making it impossible to see his inner thoughts.

He took a step forward and when he was ten steps away from the old monk, he sat down cross-legged.

“Is this ancient temple good?”

"It is indeed not bad. It was built with all the resources of Dingchan Temple. It is not tainted by any cause and effect, and is also detached from the world."

"Most importantly, if anyone looks into the ancient temple, the old monk will be killed instantly."

The Seventh Patriarch placed the wooden hammer on the ground, clasped his hands together, and turned the Buddhist beads.

rub!
The Scarlet Cloud Sword flew out, hovering in the sky, shedding bits of scarlet-gold light that enveloped the two of them.

At the same time, a mysterious aura emerged on Liang Hui's body, and time in the ancient temple began to slow down.

The red-gold light blurred Liang Hui's figure, leaving only a pair of deep eyes shining.

"continue."

"Four years ago, after the future memories came, the old monk tried to explore his own memories."

"It perfectly connects with my previous memories, without any inconsistency, as if this was the old monk's memory."

"Three years ago, after Your Majesty stopped this old monk from entering the dream, he investigated millions of monks and found that they were all the same."

Liang Hui, enveloped in the red-gold light, did not express much and listened quietly to the words of the Seventh Ancestor.

“However, when this old monk entered this place and began to search for memories, he still found nothing. But a faint inspiration kept telling me that I should check again.”

“But still nothing was found.”

After he finished speaking, the Seventh Patriarch lowered his head and slowly turned the Buddhist beads in his palm.

"Hey, a top expert who is proficient in cause and effect and soul, instinctively sounded the alarm."

'That's the biggest problem!'

Liang Hui sighed in his heart, bent his fingers slightly and tapped the scabbard.

He still believed the old monk's words more, because there was no value in deceiving him, and it was not difficult to distinguish the truth from the falsehood of such a discovery.

If what the old monk said was true, it meant that there was something wrong with the content of the memory that suddenly descended into the world.

So, as the center of the world, does he also have problems with his past memories? Is that past life that he rarely recalls true or false?
"Hahaha!"

"Things are getting interesting."

Liang Hui laughed out loud.

True or false?
He is the Divine Emperor Liang Hui. This was the decision he made after four years of fleeing and fighting, and after having hundreds of thousands of dreams.

It is a choice that comes from the heart without regrets.

However, I really want to give a few punches to those behind the scenes and those who are playing tricks!

(End of this chapter)