Daier said strangely: "This battle helmet was the equipment before the founding of Qin State... In other words, this person was a thousand households of the Northwest Legion back then. I heard from my father that the thousand households of the Northwest Legion back then were only more than ten...!"

"Yes." Chu Huan thought, "To be precise, it is the twelve."

Dai'er was even more puzzled: "At that time, it was already a thousand households, which shows that he had great military achievements, but... why did he become a monk? If he was still in the army, he would at least be the commander of one side now."

Chu Huan said: "I'm also very strange. Logically speaking, before the founding of the country, he had a thousand households. After the founding of the country, even if he was not a commander, he would at least have a thousand households in the state army... Why did he become a monk?"

"Is it possible that this is not his thing?" Daier whispered: "Maybe he only gets it occasionally."

"It's not impossible, but this may be very small." Chu Huan shook his head and said, "Dai'er, you heard the crazy words he said just now. From his words, he seemed to have really come out of the army."

Dai'er was even more puzzled, "If it were thousands of households in the army, why would he give up a bright future and come to this remote temple to be a monk?"

Chu Huan sighed, "I want to know the reason too." He put down his battle helmet and took out two other items from it. Both items were wrapped in brocade. The color of the brocade had faded, and it was obviously for many years.

Two things, one big and one small, the small one is only a few inches long, while the big one has the length of arms. Although it is wrapped in brocade, it looks like a scroll.

Chu Huan first opened the small thing, and the brocade opened, and the faint light began to spread out. Soon, the two saw that in the brocade, an exquisite thing was revealed. Before Chu Huan could speak, Lin Daier was gloomy and said in a lost voice: "This is... this is an eight-inch arhat!"

Chu Huan was stunned and raised his head. The faint light emitted by the eight-inch Buddha shone on Lin Daier's face, making Chu Huan able to see the horror expression on Lin Daier's face.

"Dai'er, you... have you seen this thing?" Chu Huan looked at Lin Dai'er's expression and immediately guessed that Lin Dai'er must have some understanding of this thing, otherwise she would not have shown such an expression, and it would be even more impossible to call out its name by blurting out her mouth.

Lin Daier's clear eyes were filled with shock, and she slightly pointed her head and said, "This... this is an eight-inch arhat, I have seen it..."

Chu Huan looked at this thing, it was about eight inches long and the carving was extremely fine and the lines were smooth. As Daier said, the carved shape was a bald monk. He was wearing a monk's robe, and even the folds of the robe were vivid, as if it was a statue of an Arhat.

"Where have you seen it?" Chu Huanqi said.

Lin Daier frowned and said, "There is one in my father's hand... Although the shape is a little different, but... I can be sure that this eight-inch arhat and the one in my father's hand are definitely from the same person. Their materials and workmanship are no different."

Chu Huan was also a little surprised, "You mean General Lin also has an eight-inch arhat like this?"

"Yes." Dai'er looked puzzled, "But why does this sick monk have such an eight-inch arhat?"

Chu Huan shook his head and asked, "Where did General Lin's eight-inch arhat come from? Where is it now?"

"It has been ruined by my father." Dai'er thoughtfully recalled: "I remember that day my father drank a lot of wine and stayed alone in the study. I brought the sobering soup made by my mother to his study. When I entered the study, my father was holding such an eight-inch arhat in his hand, and he didn't even notice that I was by his side..."

"Then what?"

"I was still young at that time. I saw that the eight-inch arhat was exquisitely crafted and shiny, so I liked it very much." Dai'er said softly: "When my father saw me coming over, he put the eight-inch arhat on the table, and I gave the sobering soup. My father praised me for being good. When he was drinking the soup, I... I picked up the eight-inch arhat."

Chu Huan said: "General Lin was furious?"

Dai'er smiled bitterly and said, "You guessed it?" After pausing, she said, "I took it in my hand and looked it a few times, and my father saw it and snatched it from his hand..." She frowned: "To this day, I still remember my father's expression at that time. Although my father was very strict with us, he rarely scolded us. That day, my father turned a blind eye to the ground and smashed it to pieces."

"Ah?" Chu Huan was a little surprised.

It was just an object, no matter how expensive it was, Lin Daier was young and had never been damaged at that time. She just took it in her hands and looked at it. Why did Lin Qingyuan get furious?

"I have never seen my father get so angry. I was so scared at that time..." Lin Daier said softly: "My father was frightened when he saw me, and came over to hug me again, telling me that it was an eight-inch arhat, an ominous thing, and a good girl should not be contaminated... I didn't understand it at that time, but since then, my father has never mentioned the eight-inch arhat again..."

Chu Huan asked, "This is the second time you have seen such an eight-inch arhat?"

"Yes." Lin Daier nodded and said, "But that was the most angry time when my father got angry. I have always remembered it in my heart. Although I have never mentioned the Eight-Inch Arhat again, I remember it very clearly, just like this now." After saying that, he pointed to the Eight-Inch Arhat in Chu Huan's hand.

Chu Huan was very suspicious.

This sick monk came from the army and even served as a thousand households in the Northwest Legion. This surprised Chu Huan very much, but Lin Qingyuan actually owned the eight-inch arhat he collected, which made Chu Huan suspicious.

It is certain that this kind of eight-inch arhat must be very rare. Whether it is the smooth and smooth hand material or the ingenious skills, it shows that this eight-inch arhat is a first-class and precious thing.

Chu Huan knew something was strange in the middle, so he pondered for a moment, put down the eight-inch arhat, opened the scroll-like thing. After the brocade was peeled off, a scroll indeed appeared inside.

Chu Huan opened one end and handed it to Dai'er. Dai'er pinched the edge. Chu Huan slowly opened it, and a colorful picture gradually appeared inside. In the dark, he saw the colorful color on it. For a moment, he couldn't see what was drawn on it. Chu Huan leaned closer and saw something that looked like a human being. Just as he was about to look closely, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He had already seen a glimpse of the corner of his eyes. A figure suddenly appeared behind Lin Dai'er and was pounced on Lin Dai'er.

Chu Huan was shocked, "Dai'er, be careful...!" He pushed Lin Dai'er away, and the figure pounced out with one hand, grabbed the scroll, and then heard a "tearing" sound, and the scroll was torn in half. The man pulled half of his hand, and Chu Huan had half of it left.

Chu Huan hurriedly retreated, but the figure was already lying on the ground, gasping for breath. Chu Huan then saw clearly that the sick monk was attacking quietly from the bed.

If it were normal for the time being, the sick monk suddenly approached, and naturally he would have discovered that the two of them had just seen the eight-inch arhat and this strange picture, and their attention was attracted by these two things. It might be that the already weak sick monk would suddenly attack from behind.

The sick monk was lying on the ground and coughing violently. Chu Huan saw that he kept spitting out of his mouth, and a bloody smell spread. He was surprised that the sick monk was actually vomiting blood.

"You are thieves..." The sick monk raised his head with difficulty, staring at Chu Huan with his eyes fiercely, "You want to steal my things?"

Chu Huan said: "Master, you misunderstood. It was you who asked me to come and get things for you!"

"Scammer." The sick monk said shrillly: "You can't take my things away..."

Chu Huan knew that the sick monk was at the end of his strength and could not pose a threat. He squatted down and stared at the sick monk lying on the ground and sneered: "Your things? I really want to ask you, where did you get these things?"

The sick monk's body trembled and said angrily: "What do you have to do with you...? Who are you?" Seeing him, he seemed to be awake again.

"Eight-inch Arhat is an ominous thing..." Chu Huan said slowly: "This is not your thing, but you kill and robbed people from others. The net of heaven is vast and sparse without any leakage. Will anyone never know what you think you do?"

The sick monk was even more shocked and said in a lost voice: "Who are you...you...how do you... know?"

As soon as he said this, Chu Huan confirmed his guess.

Of course, Chu Huan didn't know where the eight-inch arhat came from. If it weren't for Dai'er mentioning it, Chu Huan wouldn't even know that this thing was called the eight-inch arhat. However, from the crazy words of the sick monk before, Chu Huan had already keenly felt that the sick monk was definitely not the master of the eight-inch arhat. This thing was very likely to be snatched by the sick monk.

He just doubted, so he spoke out and verified his guess.

At this moment, he remained silent and sneered: "We know more than this? I have said that the net of heaven is vast and sparse, and the things I have done cannot be kept forever hidden. I also know that you are a thousand households of the Northwest Legion. I once obeyed orders under Feng Hanxiao. Did I say something wrong?"

"You..." The sick monk actually shrank back and looked at Chu Huan in horror.

Chu Huan was aggressive, "You did something very shameful back then, killing innocent people... Are you hiding in this Gushui Temple just to cover up your sins?"

The sick monk looked at Chu Huan in horror, but not long after, his originally frightened expression eased. He struggled to get up, sat cross-legged, looked at Chu Huan, and shook his head and said, "I have never concealed my sins. Over the years, I have recited scriptures day and night in Gushui Temple to repent what I did... I am reliving their souls!"

"Do you think you can clear your sins like this?" Chu Huan asked coldly.

The sick monk was completely calm at this time, put his hands together and said softly: "Amitabha, looking back is the shore, there is no great thing. My Buddha is compassionate, and all sentient beings have the opportunity to forgive sins. Although I am wrong, I sincerely forgive sins. My Buddha is compassionate and will know my regretful heart."

"But you have not really been forgiven by the Buddha." Chu Huan said slowly: "Otherwise you would not have been tortured by the dead soul for more than 20 years... Until now, you are still in a nightmare. I, Buddha, are merciful. The Buddha can forgive you, but your inner demons will never be eliminated... What kind of heinous sins have you committed? I still can't be at peace yet?"

The sick monk stared at Chu Huan, looked at the box dug out, and still said: "You have opened the nightmare. This box is the nightmare that has been entangled in me for more than 20 years... I have been entangled in the nightmare for more than 20 years, and I have no peace for a moment, but now, I have finally been relieved..."

Chu Huan couldn't understand it, and was about to speak, but Lin Daier was already asking: "Tell me, Eight-inch Arhat, where did you come from?"

Lin Qingyuan also has the same eight-inch arhat. This monk seems to have some connection with Lin Qingyuan. Lin Daier's incident seems to have something to do with her father. She really can't bear it and just wants to know more about her father from the sick monk's mouth, and maybe she can know more about her father.

The sick monk turned his head slightly, looked at Lin Daier, then looked at Chu Huan, and finally said, "Since you know the name of the Eight-inch Arhat, you are naturally the old friend, but you don't know which elder is yours?"

Chu Huan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Is this very important?"

"It's not important." The sick monk shook his head and said, "But over the years, the nightmare in his heart will not disappear so quickly, right?"

Lin Daier whispered: "He has passed away."

The sick monk sang "Amitabha" and said, "That's not a bad thing. Only in that way can one get real liberation...!"

Chu Huan took two steps forward and said in a deep voice: "Tell us, what happened back then? Where did these things come from?"

The sick monk said calmly: "If you know, you will know. If you don't know, you don't have to know. Amitabha...!" He murmured, as if he was chanting the scriptures softly.

Chu Huan and Lin Daier looked at each other, and they seemed to be very calm when the monk chanted the scriptures. After a while, the sound became lighter and lighter until there was no sound.

The room was silent, and Chu Huan suddenly thought of something, bullied himself, and arrived at the sick monk. Seeing that his eyes were closed and his lips were not understood, his whole body was like a sculpture, motionless.
Chapter completed!