Dragon-Marked War God

The woman in green looked at the young man before her with deep affection. In her eyes there was nothing but endless tenderness, because he was already at death’s door.

But to keep his soul from scattering, she had to get that green lamp. It was the only peerless magic artifact that could keep his soul from dispersing. But she did not dare to go near the statue of the Ancient Buddha Dipankara, because the power in her body would be forcefully repelled. Facing the statue of the Ancient Buddha Dipankara, she had no way to take it. So she could only wait there until someone else obtained the green lamp, and then snatch it from them. Only then would she be unaffected by the statue of the Ancient Buddha Dipankara.

With the green lamp in hand, it could keep his heart meridians from breaking and his soul from perishing, and then there would be a glimmer of hope.

“There’s little life left in me. If someone comes looking, you should leave. Perhaps this is just my fate.”

The grey-robed man said quietly, his voice weak. Even his vitality had become extremely feeble.

“If you die, how could I go on living alone? If we die, we die together.”

The woman in green said without any change in expression.

“Fate turns in cycles, and one is reborn every hundred years. I am a Reincarnated Living Buddha, but I’m nothing more than a chosen genius. How could there be a true Reincarnated Living Buddha in this world? It’s only a gimmick made up by the Ten Great Temples. All they want is to get what they themselves want. Greed, anger, joy, rage and hatred are all only a single thought apart. The Buddhist Realm has collapsed. How could there still be a true Buddha? What they worship is nothing more than the desires in their own hearts.”

The young man said with a faint smile. Even though life and death were right in front of him, his likes and dislikes did not show on his face.

Jiang Chen’s figure landed in the small world, but he felt enormous pressure. The laws of this small world were not quite the same as those outside. It was only natural for his strength to be suppressed, but even his soul power seemed to be held in check. Jiang Chen had never experienced this before.

Jiang Chen did not dare to be careless and went forward. When he raised his head and looked out, he happened to see the woman in green standing on the cliff. Jiang Chen’s heart stirred. He was just about to make his move, but the next moment, his eyes fell on the grey-robed young man beside the woman in green, resting with his eyes closed. At that moment, Jiang Chen was as if struck by lightning!

“Stinky monk, is it really you?”

At that moment, Jiang Chen did not even dare to believe his own eyes. Who could the person resting with his eyes closed be, if not the Monk Tyrant?

It was just that the Monk Tyrant at that moment was incomparably haggard and incomparably weak, as if his life might be cut off at any moment. Jiang Chen sensed a huge crisis. How could this guy be on the brink of death… But Jiang Chen was overjoyed all the same. As long as he knew that the legendary person was the Monk Tyrant, that was enough. As long as he was still alive, there was hope for everything.

Jiang Chen could not hide the excitement in his heart and walked step by step toward the cliff. His eyes were even trembling a little. How many years had it been? How many life-and-death battles, how many long years? For how many years had the two brothers not been together, not fought side by side?

The moment he had learned that the Monk Tyrant might have appeared in the Western-pole Divine Land, Jiang Chen had rushed here almost without stopping, hoping only to see him as soon as possible, to join up with his brother as soon as possible and fight side by side, to roam the Divine World together once again and write their own immortal chapter in the Divine World.

Unfortunately, heaven did not go along with his wishes. Only now had Jiang Chen discovered the Monk Tyrant’s whereabouts. But in the end, heaven did not fail those who persevered. The two brothers had finally met again.

“Brother, I’ve had such a hard time looking for you.”

Jiang Chen murmured. The Monk Tyrant’s figure was right there, yet he felt endlessly far away. It was as if every step under his feet was incomparably heavy. Reuniting with him seemed as hard as climbing to heaven.

At this moment, the grey-robed man slowly turned around, but his eyes remained closed. He was simply too weak, and his eyes had been gravely injured. He could not see the world in front of him clearly at all.

“Get out of here, or don’t blame me for being rude!”

The woman in green said coldly, pointing her sword at Jiang Chen. But Jiang Chen did not stop. He kept walking toward the two of them, step by step.

“It seems you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin. Then I’ll send you to Avici Hell.”

The woman’s sword flashed as she shot out, her momentum as fierce as a tiger swallowing ten thousand li. A domineering aura came crashing down, but the grey-robed young man softly stopped her:

“Qing Xuan, stop!”

The grey-robed young man’s heart stirred. Although he could not see what was in front of him, he could sense an incomparably familiar, incomparably dear figure coming closer to him step by step. The moment Jiang Chen entered the small world, he had already sensed something, but he had not believed it could be Jiang Chen. Only when Jiang Chen came closer and closer step by step did the Monk Tyrant’s heart seem to recover a great deal of vitality. It kept trembling. He could hardly believe it.

“Why? Let me kill him and be rid of future trouble.”

Qing Xuan said in a deep voice.

“He is my brother.”

The Monk Tyrant said softly. At that moment, Qing Xuan trembled slightly, and her face turned extremely grave. When she looked at Jiang Chen again, she was full of doubt. But she knew the Monk Tyrant would never joke about such a thing, especially at a time like this, when everything hung by a thread. How could he possibly side with an outsider?

The sword in Qing Xuan’s hand stopped at this moment, and her expression grew more and more serious. Brother? Could he be the good brother the Monk Tyrant often mentioned to her?

Qing Xuan could hardly believe it. But for the first time, she saw the Monk Tyrant’s hands trembling slightly at this moment.

“Stinky monk, long time no see.”

Jiang Chen held back the tears in his eyes. Looking at the Monk Tyrant before him, who had been reduced almost to a cripple and could lose his life at any moment, Jiang Chen’s heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife.

Not saying it did not mean he did not feel the pain. Not asking did not mean he did not understand.

“Long time no see, Little Chen.”

A faint smile curved at the corners of the Monk Tyrant’s mouth. His eyes were a little moist as well. Jiang Chen was his best brother, and also his closest, dearest brother.

“You can’t see.”

Jiang Chen murmured.

“A brother is in my heart. That’s enough.”

The Monk Tyrant smiled faintly. At this moment, he was no longer the impulsive, hot-tempered Monk Tyrant of the past. He had put away all superficiality. Only now did he truly look like a monk who had left the secular world. If the heart is not still, nothing moves.

The Monk Tyrant stood up devoutly, then sat down cross-legged. In his heart there was only endless Buddhist intent, and nothing else.

“No matter who it was, I will avenge you. In all of heaven and earth, no one can hurt my brother.”

Jiang Chen’s face grew colder and colder, and his eyes filled with killing intent. The Monk Tyrant’s miserable state filled his chest with towering rage. No matter who it was, no matter where they were, Jiang Chen would definitely make whoever had gravely injured the Monk Tyrant pay ten times, a hundred times over!