Monk Miyamoto breathed hard, calmed down for a while, looked at Ye Chen and said: "Please believe that I have definitely offended you, but this is the order of the Black Dragon Society, and I really have no choice."

"I know all this. Let's get to the point quickly. Where is Liu Mingyang now? Release it quickly!" Ye Chen said impatiently.

Monk Miyamoto looked a little embarrassed and said, "Master, I really can't make the decision on this!"

"What?"

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows again.

"It seems you haven't learned your lesson yet!"

Monk Miyamoto quickly shook his head and said: "Master, please listen to me. Liu Mingyang is indeed imprisoned in our temple, but he is guarded by the bitter monks of the Black Dragon Society. His cultivation level is several times higher than mine. I also treat him badly."

I can only obey what I say, I really can’t be the master of the matter of releasing people!”

When Ye Chen heard this, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Bitter Monk, who is he?"

Monk Miyamoto took a breath and continued: "The bitter monk is the great protector of the Black Dragon Society. He has advanced cultivation and a high status. He spends most of his time practicing hard in Jingguo Temple. He will only take action unless there are urgent matters in the society!

But he seems to have a perverted hatred for China. Countless Chinese tourists have died at his hands over the years, and I don’t dare to care about them at all!”

"Idiot, you dare to kill our compatriots from China. You are really looking for death! You can lead me over now. I'm going to meet this miserable monk."

Ye Chen's heart was filled with anger!

Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away!

This is the belief of every Chinese, let alone something like this.

Such people deserve to die and will never be forgiven!

Monk Miyamoto felt Ye Chen's anger and couldn't help but feel shocked.

He knew that he was no match for Ye Chen. How dare he disagree with what Ye Chen said? He could only follow his instructions.

Ye Chen turned around and said to Jun Wuhui: "Wuhui, wait for me here. I'll go meet that bitter monk and I'll be back soon!"

Jun Wuhui nodded.

"Okay, brother! You have to be careful."

Ye Chen nodded and followed Monk Miyamoto towards the depths of the backyard.

The further you go inside, the deserted it becomes, and even the trees on both sides have a chilly air.

The two of them walked for about five minutes. Monk Miyamoto pointed to a house not far away and said, "Master, Monk Kutou is practicing in there."

Ye Chen nodded, looked at the closed door, with a flash of extreme murderous intent in his eyes, walked over, and kicked the door open.

The room was a bit dark. Through the light from the door, Ye Chen could see an old man with white hair sitting in the middle of the room. His body was thin and skinny, almost like a dried mummy.

"Are you the bitter monk?" Ye Chen asked politely

The old man looked at Ye Chen in surprise, and said in a somewhat broken Chinese dialect: "Who are you? How dare you disturb my Qingxiu?"

Ye Chen smiled angrily.

"I'm here to take your life!"

The old man grinned, his laughter a bit eerie.

“I don’t know how many Chinese people have said this to me, especially decades ago, during the days of your Chinese invasion, I can’t recall the sound of those little girls and wives’ necks being broken every time I think about it.

How crisp...

There have been quite a few over the years, and it’s wonderful to think of their eyes before they died!”
Chapter completed!