The old man couldn't help but nodded heavily and sighed: "The future is also hope. It's right. Only with hope can you have the motivation to practice and the courage and confidence to live."

Watson laughed when he heard this, and said with emotion: "In those days of poverty, this junior only had these ten cents left..."

At this time, Watson remembered that when his sister came to see him, the pair of shoes on her feet could no longer cover her toes, and none of the clothes in the cabinet were complete.

In his opinion, his practice at Yunqi Temple has really reached its limit.

Fortunately, my other self, who was carrying the formless Dharmakaya, was sent here by my master, and I was finally able to repair the damaged Dantian with the supreme mind method of Buddhism.

"The moment I climbed to Wentian Peak, I finally understood what it meant to sit and watch the clouds rise."

Watson looked at the ten cents on the table with a faint smile on his face, showing a sense of pride.

The old man looked at the young man in front of him, but what he was thinking about was the time when he was young, frivolous and heroic.

If a person has a clear conscience, there is no need to escape. The young man in front of him looked so proud, and the old man suddenly asked something that puzzled Watson.

He smiled and said, "Do you want to use these ten coins to exchange for my seven weapons?"

Watson was startled when he heard this, shook his head and said: "No, I already have a weapon."

The old man was puzzled and continued to ask: "But you were clearly interested in my seven weapons before. You even wanted to see my seventh weapon."

Watson replied: "Yes."

The old man said: "Do you really just want to see it? You don't have the intention to make it your own?"

Watson sighed and said, "Yes."

Not only were these questions strange and incomprehensible, but Watson's answers were equally incomprehensible.

The two of them talked nonsense without knowing it.

Originally there was no need to answer nonsense, but Watson had to answer because he knew that the old man in front of him wanted to steal ten cents from him.

This money has accompanied him through the most difficult period of ten cents, and he will never let go of it.

Just like the old woman who came to Yunqi Temple to see the Buddha for the last time, that was the hope given to her by her mother when she was young.

Nearly eighty years have passed, and finally the old man knows that he may never come to Yunqi Temple again at this time next year.

So she gave herself the hope for the future.

How could he give this mountain-like future and hope to this strange old man in front of him?

The old man sighed, looked at him and said, "Do you want to see my seventh weapon?!"

Watson took a deep breath and replied quietly: "I want to see."

At this time, Watson not only wanted to see it, but he also held a small hope in his heart, just like the penny in his hand.

He hoped that the old man in front of him could give him hope.

So the old man did as he wished, and with a wave of his hand, the hope that he expected, longed for, and even dreamed of was placed in front of him.

At first glance, he was even a little disappointed.

For this reason, he had to ask softly: "Why? The seventh weapon will be a stone?"

The old man replied quietly: "Because it is a stone, that's why I never took it out! If your last story hadn't moved me..."

Watson let out a long sigh and said in a daze: "Is it possible that this stone is more terrifying than the Sword of Eternal Life and the Jasper Sword? Is it possible that between life and death, I can kill the enemy with this stone?"

The old man nodded and smiled: "It's almost the same. As long as you have confidence in yourself, you can kill your opponent with this stone."

Watson was silent for a moment, he believed that the old man would not lie to him.

After thinking for a while, Watson asked: "What's the earth-shattering story about this stone? Or is it that the seniors used it to kill their enemies?"

In his opinion, the old man put this stone at the end, so he naturally had some reasons that he could not think of.

He even wondered who the old man was?

Is it possible that, like the little monk in the abyss under Wentian Peak, he is also an ancestor of Kunlun? If he is an ancestor of Kunlun, why doesn't Jiang Qingqing know about it?

If it was the ancestor of Kunlun, why did he stay in this lonely secret realm instead of choosing to ascend?

It seems that the old man he met in the secret realm may be a stranger from the world, or he may be willing to reveal his identity, but he is still very curious.

The old man gently stroked the stone on the table and said, "He is very plain and has no story."

Watson was stunned and blurted out: "Since there is no story, why has the senior been unwilling to take him out? Could it be that this is a peerless treasure?"

The old man shook his head, nodded slightly, and said, "You are right, he can be regarded as my most valuable treasure."

Watson's heart skipped a beat and he asked cautiously, "Why?"

The old man took a sip of the spiritual tea in front of him and said with a smile: "Because he has not changed at all in the past thousands of years. He originally came from the secret realm of Kunlun."

There was a rumble, as if there was a thunder on Watson's head.

I stared blankly at the stone on the table that was glittering with stars, but my heart was filled with shocking waves. I wondered to myself, could it be that I had stepped on it with iron hooves and found it nowhere to be found?

Thinking of this, Watson suppressed his excitement and said quietly: "Very heavy?"

The old man nodded and said: "It's a bit heavy. It's heavy enough to crush mountains and rivers. It's heavy enough to suppress Kunlun. It's heavy enough to cut down the heavens if a divine sword is made of it."

Before Watson could speak, the old man continued: "If he approves of you, he can be as light as smoke and let you pick it up from the ground. Isn't it amazing?"

Although he spoke calmly, there was indescribable sadness in his voice.

It’s as if I’m recalling what happened that year and mourning the time that has passed.

Watson did not fully understand what he meant.

In his opinion, the old man's sadness may not be due to the success and failure of the past, but because of the loneliness today.

The mountains are as lonely as snow, not to mention that the secret realm of Kunlun only opens up once every hundred years.

It is possible that after a hundred years, the old man will not find a close friend with whom he can chat for three days and three nights, because he has seen too many scenery.

Just like himself, standing on Wentian Peak, he would not tell Tantai Xiaoyu who was standing on the mountainside about the scenery on the top of the mountain.

Unless, like my sister, I have climbed Wentian Peak and seen distant scenery.

When has the old man in front of him not been like this? He regrets it now. He should ask the old woman in Kunlun for her name. Maybe the old man in front of him should know her.

Thinking of this, Watson couldn't help but believe the old man in front of him and said, "I heard that the head of Kunlun a thousand years ago has ascended and left this world."

The old man said slowly: "I know, because he left, I will stay in this secret realm."

Seeing Watson's shocked and surprised expression, the old man couldn't help but smile: "You haven't asked me the story of this stone yet."

Watson thought for a moment and said, "I want to take him away, or borrow him from my predecessors for another hundred or even a thousand years."

He didn't even have to think about it. Since this stone came from Kunlun, weighed as much as the mountains, and shone with starlight, it was naturally his cherished treasure.

Although he didn't want to keep it for himself, he really just wanted to borrow it.

The old man was surprised when he heard this and blurted out: "Do you really want to borrow him? What do you want to use it for? Why should I believe that you will return it to me?"

Watson shook his head and said: "I don't want to use him to make a sword, let alone use it to fight enemies. I want to borrow it..."

The old man's pupils shrank when he heard this, and he asked in a solemn voice: "What do you want to use it for? Can you suppress the Wentian Peak of Yunqi Temple? Your peak is not much lighter than this stone."

Watson smiled and said: "I just want to borrow it from my seniors to suppress a secret realm! There are countless demons suppressed there, and right now I don't have enough strength to destroy them."

Sure enough, it was used to suppress the secret realm, and the old man was shocked by Watson again!

What kind of secret realm is it that actually needs this stone in my hand? Could it be more mysterious than the secret realm in Kunlun?

The old man suddenly remembered what Watson had said to him before, and he couldn't help but feel angry or even angry.

Then he said coldly: "I remember that you came here to see your sister and your senior brothers. Why did you become greedy when you saw my treasure?"

Watson shook his head and said quietly: "It is my mission to find my sister and senior brother, but it is also my responsibility to find this stone?"

The expression on the old man's face became even colder when he heard this.

He tapped the table gently and said indifferently: "I can't believe that you are as greedy as the people in the world. I can't believe that the people of the world have not changed after thousands of years."

Watson sighed and said with a wry smile: "I said, I'm just borrowing it from you temporarily, and I'll return it to my senior when I'm done using it."

The old man shook his head: "Why should I trust you? Even if you borrow it for a hundred years, how can you pay me back if you can't enter the secret realm?"

Watson thought for a while, looked at him and replied seriously: "Then, I can return it to the head of Kunlun or Xiaoxue's mother-in-law."

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and blurted out: "Who is Xiaoxue? Who is the mother-in-law you are talking about?"

"Xiaoxue is the daughter of the leader of Kunlun. Her mother-in-law is naturally Xiaoxue's mother-in-law. I don't know the leader at the moment."

Watson sighed and said: "Some changes happened in Kunlun before I came in... The leader is still in retreat!"

There was a roar!

This sound rang on the top of the old man's head, like a peerless thunder, knocking him to the ground heavily!

For example, a monk who has transcended the tribulation and ascended will die under the last tribulation thunder.

Unexpectedly, the wish I had been waiting for for thousands of years was finally destroyed in the hands of this inconspicuous young man with no trace of cultivation in his body.

The old man changed his previous kind face to a cold expression.

He stared at Watson and said word by word: "Why do you decide the life and death of Elder Kunlun, and why do you take action to destroy their cultivation?"
To be continued...