When Chu Huan heard this, he finally understood a little and frowned and said, "So, is this King of Xichang a believer of the Daxin Sect?"

Liuli said: "Actually, when my father treated the prince of Xichang, he saw the Buddhists of the Daxin Sect." After thinking for a while, he said: "The Daxin Sect advanced eastward. Although it was blocked from reaching Xiliang, the Daxin Sect began to spread from the civilians of Xiliang, and soon many Xiliang nobles gradually became believers of the Daxin Sect... The status of the Buddhists of the Daxin Sect became increasingly high in Xiliang. According to my father, in the Dahua period of the previous dynasty, a very small number of Xiliang Buddhists secretly came to Middle-earth, but their footprints only reached the northwest...!"

Chu Huan asked, "In this way, the Buddhist teachings of Daxin Sect have also been spread to the northwest?"

"Dahua regards Zen Buddhism as the national religion, and even the Great Tantric Buddhism was suppressed. It is naturally difficult for Daxin Sect to spread it in Middle Earth." Liuli sighed lightly: "It is said that after the Daxin Sect Buddhists came to the northwest, they originally wanted to imitate the experience of spreading the Dharma in Xiliang, starting with the common people. However, the Zen power of Daxin Sect was too strong at that time. After the Daxin Sect stepped onto the Middle Earth, they were soon persecuted by Zen Buddhism, which also prohibited the people from accepting the teachings of the Heart Sect. The few Buddhists of the Heart Sect were either killed by the Zen Buddhism using the government to imprison them alive, or they were dispersed from the border and forbidden to set foot in Middle Earth."

Chu Huan smiled bitterly and said, "Everyone should have freedom of belief. Whether to believe in Zen or Xin Sect, it should be chosen by the people themselves. Zen Buddhism persecutes Xin Sect, and it is the same lineage. Why bother to fight each other too quickly!"

When Liuli heard this, she looked at Chu Huan and a hint of surprise appeared in her blue eyes: "Free belief? Gong Fu is really saying this."

"Madam is too honored." Chu Huan smiled and said, "Actually, I also believe that one day, everyone will be able to choose their own beliefs, whether it is the Great Heart Sect, the Great Zen Sect and the Great Tantric Sect, they can live in harmony."

Liuli sighed lightly: "Maybe there will be such a day, but now the three sects want to get along harmoniously, it is not easy. The Buddhists of the Xin Sect were persecuted and had no choice but to give up the way to spread the Dharma from the people. But they did not give up the idea of ​​spreading the Dharma...!"

Chu Huan thoughtfully said: "Since it is impossible to spread from the bottom, I thought of starting from the nobles."

Liuli smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Fu is indeed smart, and this is true for the Buddhists of Xinzong. When his father was treating the Prince of Xichang, he often saw Buddhists of Xinzong preaching the emperor. According to the Prince of Xichang, before the King of Xichang was king, he was just the prefect of the local government at that time, and the Buddhists of Xinzong had already started to contact him. When the Hua Dynasty was destroyed, the heroes in the world competed for hegemony and the King of Xichang became king, he was already a believer of Xinzong."

Chu Huan suddenly realized and stared at the peacock's picture of spreading its tail. "No wonder there is this picture of peacock here. Since King Xichang is a Buddhist in Xinzong, it is natural to be reasonable to worship the Peacock King." But he had already thought in his heart. Ashiduo is a disciple of Xinzong, so there is no doubt that Hurs in the capital also owns the Peacock Picture, and he is naturally a believer of Xinzong. However, he has another great question at this moment. Ashiduo has a swastika tattoo on his chest, and Yaoweng's chest is also a swastika tattoo. So does it mean that this swastika is a unique symbol for believers in Xinzong?

If so, are they all children of the Xinzong, including the tiger-patterned young master, the blue-shirt young master and even Liu Juguang?

The Qin Dynasty used Taoism as the national religion and tried its best to suppress Buddhism. Even the Zen Buddhism, which was once prosperous in Dahua, was suppressed greatly. It is reasonable for the children of the Xinsect to hide themselves.

But if Mr. Tiger-patterned and Mr. Lanshan are believers of Xinzong, why should he attack King Qi? Xinzong has unknowingly entered Zhongtu. From the Zhongyizhuang incident, Xinzong has obviously been involved in the Sino-Tibetan dispute, and even the dispute over the throne of the Qin Dynasty. Could it be that the prince actually united with Xinzong?

As he thought about it, the corners of his eyes suddenly thrust. Liuli saw Chu Huan's expression suddenly became solemn. For some reason, he saw Chu Huan put a finger on his lips, indicating that Liuli should not speak. Liuli was so smart. He knew that something must have happened. He nodded slightly, but saw Chu Huan handing the torch in his hand to Liuli. Although Liuli was confused, he still took the torch. Chu Huan's figure had quietly approached the half-closed stone door like a ghost.

His body was pressed against the wall, with a cold expression. Liuli finally understood that Chu Huan must have noticed something outside.

Suddenly, when he saw Chu Huan's body as lightning, his whole body flashed out of the stone door. There was no light outside the door, and it was very dim. Chu Huan flashed out of the stone door and felt a strong wind blowing beside him.

The strong wind was quite sharp. Chu Huan did not dodge, but lifted his fist and greeted him like lightning. From the corner of his eyes, he had already seen a figure pounced towards him from the side.

He realized that the punch was coming, and the other party did not expect that Chu Huan's punch was so fast. The circle was full of force and powerful. The other party was obviously afraid and did not dare to directly, but he swept his feet and swept towards Chu Huan's lower plate.

Chu Huan lifted his legs to meet him, but his hands were not slow, and turned his fist into claws and grabbed him straight towards the other party's neck.

The man and Chu Huan's legs were connected, and with a "bang", then his other foot was vigorously exerted force and floated backwards with the force.

His body was light and he retreated very quickly, but Chu Huan's speed was not slow either. The Dragon and Elephant Sutra was originally an unparalleled treasure book. Chu Huan benefited greatly from it. Today is no longer comparable to that day. His speed was like lightning. After the man took a few steps, Chu Huan followed him like a ghost. Before the man could retreat, he had already poked out his hand and grabbed the man's neck.

The man was surprised and felt that his neck seemed to be covered with iron rings. He heard Chu Huan's cold voice saying, "Move it for a moment and cut off your neck."

"Don't do it!" The fire light lit up, Liuli had already come out of the small stone chamber, and saw Chu Huan snatching the other party's neck with one hand, "This person is here, and he must know the exit."

Chu Huan thought that Liuli said well, and the most important thing to be trapped in this mountain cave is to find a way to leave here. But this person suddenly appears, and he is likely to be very familiar with the situation here. The hope of finding an outlet falls on the person.

Under the fire, Chu Huan saw clearly that the other party was wearing a white silence dress and a head hood made of thick numb on his head, like a small sack, covering his chin, leaving only a few small holes on it, revealing his eyes and nose.

The man's eyes were pitch black. Although Chu Huan grabbed his throat, there was no half-dead fear in his eyes, but he looked extremely cold.

"Who are you?" Chu Huan stared at the man's eyes, "Why did it appear here?"

As he spoke, his hands slightly loosened, so that the man could reply.

Although the fight lasted for only two or three rounds just now, Chu Huan determined that the opponent's skills were only inferior to him and was definitely not his opponent.

"It's me who should ask this." The man said coldly: "Who are you? Why do you appear here?" The man's voice sounded very old, never young.

Liuli stared at the man, with a hint of doubt in his misty blue eyes, and his voice was still very soft: "Senior, can you know Yao Weng?"

The man's eyes moved slightly, looked at Liuli, and finally asked, "Are you Liuli?"

Chu Huan and Liuli were both stunned. Liuli was stunned and nodded and said, "Yes, I am Liuli, why do you know me?"

The man's eyes moved to Chu Huan's face and said, "If you are really Liuli, we are friends but not enemies, so we don't have to treat me like this."

Liuli hesitated for a moment before saying to Chu Huan: "Prince, let him go first."

Chu Huan knew that the other party was not as good as hers, and since he knew Liuli, he was not embarrassed, so he let go. However, he was still very cautious about the man in the mourning clothes. He did not leave too far, but stood beside the man in the mourning clothes, just waiting for him to move slightly, and immediately took action to control his speed. Chu Huan was still quite confident about his speed.

After the man was loosened his neck, he smiled faintly at Chu Huan and said, "The young man is indeed very skilled."

Chu Huan also smiled faintly and said, "Senior is not bad at all. I don't know how to call him?"

"Xin Guiyuan!" The man said calmly: "Young man is afraid that he has never heard of my name..." His eyes turned to Liuli and asked: "Liuli, your father should have told you my name!"

Liuli's peerless and beautiful face was already surprised and said in a lost voice: "You... are you Xin Guiyuan? Are you... you are the... black-clad god in Xichang?"

When the man in mourning clothes heard this, he suddenly burst into laughter, but his laughter sounded quite strange, as if he was letting go of laughter, but the sound seemed to be suppressing his voice and preventing himself from laughing out loud.

"The God in Black?" Chu Huan said in surprise: "Madam, do you know this senior?"

Liuli explained to Chu Huan: "The King of Xichang was able to occupy a place when the heroes were in power, mainly because of two people, one was a civil and one was a military man. The warrior was Yun Dingtian, the general protecting the country. The literary man was Xin Guiyuan, the black-clothed god. Their names were Xin Guiyuan, the black-clothed god. Everyone knew them in Xichang. "Then they turned to the mourning man, "but later, Shuoquan City was broken and the Xichang King disappeared. Among the many civil officials and military generals who evaporated with him, Yun Dingtian and the black-clothed god."

Xin Guiyuan sighed and said, "Black-clothed God-like? Hahaha... I haven't heard this title for more than 20 years...Black-clothed God-like, Black-clothed God-like, Black-clothed God-like, Black-clothed God-like, and the name of God-like is just a laughing stock of history...!"

Chu Huan frowned and said, "Senior, since he has confessed his identity, why don't he show his true face?"

Xin Guiyuan looked at Chu Huan with his eyes and asked back, "Do you want to see my face? Do you really want to see my face?"
Chapter completed!