Chapter 673 All Spirits Are Cows and Sheep

It snowed in Chen and Great Zhou.

The Great Abyss Mountain, which was sandwiched between the two countries, was also snowing.

After traveling for three days without sleep, Xu Han and Liu Sheng finally arrived in this place amidst the heavy snow.

Xu Han didn't want to think too much, but when he raised his head to look at the world that was completely different from the world ravaged by the snowstorm and was even as abundant as the peak of a spring mountain, he couldn't help but recall the scene of him and the old man trekking on this strange mountain many years ago.

He remembered vividly that on that day, it seemed to be snowing like this.

"Let's go. Why are you suddenly unable to move?" At this moment, Liu Sheng's voice rang in his ears, pulling Xu Han back from his chaotic thoughts.

Xu Han looked at Liu Sheng and smiled. "You probably don't understand what it means to go there?" He said.

Liu Sheng blinked his eyes and said, "Then tell me and see if you can scare me back."

The smile on Xu Han's face turned into a bitter smile when he heard this. He said, "You still have this temperament."

Liu Sheng's face revealed a rare expression of curiosity. He asked, "What kind of temperament was I in the past?"

Xu Han was stunned. This question was indeed difficult for him to answer for a moment. In the end, he didn't spend much time with Liu Sheng. It was just a few months. However, at that time, the two children were in a dungeon filled with darkness and death, and their strong desire for survival drove them to everything and warmed each other up.

They could commit their lives to each other, but if they really understood each other, Xu Han couldn't say for a moment.

His hesitation fell into Liu Sheng's eyes, and the other party quickly understood. "It's not a good question," he said. "If you want to know who you are, you have to rely on yourself."

However, Liu Sheng's words of relief made Xu Han feel a little guilty. He couldn't help but ask, "Ah Sheng, don't you still have no memory of the past?"

From Xu Han's point of view, Liu Sheng seemed to have accepted the two of them when he left with Liu Xiao and the other siblings that day. Xu Han thought that Liu Sheng had somehow remembered some past fragments.

This time, a bitter smile appeared on Liu Sheng's face. He shook his head and said, "Actually, not to mention recovering my memories, I have never had any memories of the past. Actually, before Liu Mo and Liu Xiao, I had also hoped that my younger brother and younger sister, whom you spoke of, would be able to remind me of something. But in fact, when I saw them, I felt incomparably unfamiliar with them."

Xu Han had been busy running around these days. He had never thought that this would be the case, and his heart couldn't help but become a little depressed. However, when he recalled the situation he had seen before, he felt that something was wrong and was about to ask a question.

But before he could speak, Liu Sheng said, "I know what you want to ask. I told you, I really don't have the slightest memory of the two of them."

"But that doesn't stop me from feeling their yearning and dependence on me." Liu Sheng paused for a moment, seemingly puzzled, "I can't say exactly what it feels like, but I just feel that I can't let them down with this yearning and dependence, so I try my best to cater to them."

"Um… It's probably what people call a fantasy."

At this point, Liu Sheng paused again. After hesitating for a while, he said, "To be honest, sometimes I really doubt whether I am the Liu Sheng that you guys are talking about, or if I'm just a monster that was reborn from his body."

Hearing this, Xu Han's heart couldn't help but tremble. He looked at Liu Sheng with a calm gaze and said solemnly, "Trust me, you are Liu Sheng. If this trip goes smoothly, we can solve this biggest problem. At that time, even if the heavens are pierced, I will think of a way to let you recover your memory."

Of course, Liu Sheng could read the determination in Xu Han's words. He smiled and said, "Then you have to live well. It is not a gentleman's doing to break his promise."

"Naturally." Xu Han also smiled.

After saying those words, the two of them relaxed their minds and rushed towards the summit of the Great Abyss Mountain.

…

Chang'an, once the Tian Ce Mansion , now the Saint King Manor.

A handsome monk dressed in black, with a string of white rosary beads hanging around his neck, looked at the five youths and girls standing in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Most of them were between twelve and thirteen years old, but they did not have the vitality that a child of this age should have. Instead, they lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows, their faces gloomy, and even a faint chill could be seen on their bodies. At this moment, they were lined up in front of the mansion gate, motionless, like sculptures made of iron.

"These are the five Saint Kings that the Saint Palace is able to produce." The skinny cultivator named Montenegro walked over to the black-clothed monk and whispered.

"How long can you live?" The black-clothed monk looked at him and asked.

Montenegro hesitated for a moment before replying, "If we maintain this state, we might be able to live for a year and a half. However, if we are to activate the Saint Force, it will definitely destroy our flesh within a day or four hours."

"What a pity." The black-clothed monk sized up the five young boys and girls and said regretfully. However, he quickly put away this wisp of compassion and shouted at the few people, "You heard what we said. Are you willing to sacrifice your lives for me, Da Chu?"

When the sculpture-like people heard this question, a fanatical expression appeared on their faces in the blink of an eye. At that time, he knelt down and replied to the black-clothed monk, "It is our honor to die in battle for His Majesty the Saint-Emperor."

"Well said!" A flush appeared on the black-clothed monk's pale face. He was about to say something, but the flush on his cheeks suddenly became unusual. It was as if he was suddenly out of breath. He began to cough continuously and his body shook slightly.

Seeing this, Wilde, who was huge on the other side, hurriedly extended his hand to support the monk. However, he was a step too late. The monk's body trembled and a mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth, directly spraying onto the faces of the young boys and girls in front of him. However, it was as if the young boys and girls had once again fallen into a daze. The expressions on their faces did not change at all.

"Hall Master!" The skinny Montenegro obviously did not expect this to happen. He also extended his hand to support the black-clothed monk and placed his other hand on the other party's wrist to begin investigating his body's condition. At the same time, he anxiously exclaimed, "Are you alright?"

However, just as he finished asking this question, he fell silent. Then, when he raised his head to look at the black-clothed monk with a trembling expression, he faced the monk's hard but calm smile. The monk said, "Here he comes."

"Huh?" Montenegro obviously could not fully understand what the monk meant by this sentence. In that instant, the puzzlement was written all over the eyeballs that spat out from his thin face.

"Li Dongjun is here" The monk patiently explained to him, "The illusion of the mirror is gradually weakening. He is becoming more and more clear-headed, and I am getting weaker and weaker. I am about to die."

The monk was still the same as before, but for some reason, after he finished speaking, Montenegro could clearly feel that he seemed to have aged a lot at this moment.

"Palace Master, there's no need to worry. Your Majesty will definitely find a way to kill that person and renew your life for Your Majesty." Montenegro tried to console the man in front of him who had once been regarded as a god with words he did not know much about, but it was clear that such words were useless.

He did not think that the key to the matter was not who lived and who died, but that the two were one.

The monk didn't have the heart to correct the other party's understanding. He forcefully supported his weak body and slowly stood up again. Then, he looked at the five young boys and girls in front of him and said, "I only have this last chance. I can't tolerate failure. They … are not enough."

After saying this, Montenegro was stunned again. He said, "Hall Master, every Saint King has the strength to rival the Four Tribulations or even the Five Tribulations Immortal."

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the monk. The black-clothed monk turned his head and glared at Montenegro. His pitch-black pupils seemed to ignite again, "One Xu Han… One Meng Liang… all possess half a strand of True Immortal's Innate Sword Qi. Even if the people of Tianshan Mountain were unable to descend to their true bodies, they would not be able to do anything to them. Do you think these five people alone?"

Montenegro immediately hesitated. He said somewhat unbearably, "Your Excellency, every Saint King needs tens of thousands of children to be baptized before he can create one. If this continues, I'm afraid …"

At that time, the flames in the monk's eyes finally rose up. He roared madly, "There's no difference between ten thousand birds that can't fly out of the cage or a hundred birds!"

"We need to fly out! Fly out!"

Montenegro could not remember how long it had been since he had seen such a disgraceful opponent, or perhaps it could be said that ever since he had followed him, he had always been tactful towards convenience. His misdemeanor made Montenegro feel a little scared, so he didn't dare to continue. He could only silently nod his head and say, "This subordinate understands."

After that, he dismissed the young man and girl who were still kneeling in front of him, then told the monk to retreat, and then continued the monk's orders.

After he left, the black-clothed monk stood there silently for a while. Afterwards, he suddenly turned to look at the strong man beside him and asked, "Wilde, do you think I am a good person or a bad person?"

This question was obviously too complicated for a tall, sturdy man with a bad brain. He scratched his head in confusion and said after a while, "If it weren't for the Hall Master's intelligence, I would still be a barbarian like a wild beast in the Southern Wilderness. The Hall Master would naturally be a good person for me to rebuild it."

"But I also killed a lot of people." The monk said.

But this question did not puzzle the strong man in the slightest. He replied almost without hesitation, "How could they be considered as human beings?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes …"

"A fellow who doesn't even understand why he lives in this world is no different from a sheep or cow raised in captivity."

"How can I be considered a human?"

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