Facing my questioning, the expression on the monk's face did not change at all. He still looked solemn and solemn. Those who didn't know it thought he was the living Buddha and I was the sinful devil.
"Amitabha, Almsgiver Li, as a decent person, should abide by his duty and not associate with evil spirits." The great monk's words were fluent, as if the Buddha was alive and the white lotus was in full bloom.
I can't help but think of a saying, in the face of hypocritical justice, you are either crazy or resigned.
I gradually became expressionless as I sneered, and asked, "What do you call the two masters?"
There is an unwritten rule in the mysterious world. When you meet by chance, you don't ask where you are from, and when you pass by by chance, you don't ask about your name.
When asked, there are two situations: one is to remember gratitude, and the other is to remember grudges.
The great monk clasped his hands together and chanted: "Amitabha, Lao Na Dharma River."
The warrior monk said: "Little monk Shang Kun."
I nodded.
He took half a step back and winked at Huang Jiu.
Huang Jiu had endured it for a long time. When he saw that I asked him to speak, he immediately sneered and said: "Who do I think I am? It turns out that he is the grandson of Fa Hai. He is open to all rivers!"
Shang Kun scolded: "Huang Jiu, don't try to use your words. Today you have to hand over whether you want to hand over to me or not to hand over to me."
As he spoke, he opened up his posture and performed a set of seventy-two Shaolin stunts. I don't know which one they were, but he was just fighting vigorously and meticulously.
Huang Jiu squinted his eyes, looked at Fa Chuan and said, "Grandson of Fa Hai, just tell me, are you able to pass this hurdle today, or are you unable to pass it?"
Fachuan said calmly: "Amitabha, it is my duty as a Buddhist disciple to subjugate and eliminate demons. If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Huang Jiu took half a step back when he heard this.
I asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? You can't speak quickly?"
Huang Jiudao: "It's tiring to talk to this kind of person."
It is true that people who are not afraid of dead pigs being scalded by boiling water are the most disgusting.
After Huang Jiu stepped back, he put his hands in his pockets and had the intention of taking action.
I also know that nothing can be done about this matter today, but if there is a real fight and the blood thorns don't break out, we may not be their match.
I glanced at Han Yu who was standing aside and killed two ogres. He had already sheathed his sword. Although I was standing aside, no one could guess whether he would take action.
It is said that Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships.
I think this is bullshit.
There is no human sophistication in today's world, only fists and interests.
Favors without fists and benefits are worthless.
I took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to take action. After all, this was Peach Blossom Road.
What's more, if he wants to get a blood thorn, he still has to see if he has the ability.
The bloody thorn turned in my hand, and then threw it towards Fa Chuan. After landing, it stuck straight into the ground, glowing red under the candlelight.
I said: "I handed over the things. Whether you can take them away depends on your ability."
As I said that, I turned around and walked towards the two ogres I killed, squatted down and went to get the magic weapons from them.
"Amitabha." Shang Kun stepped forward and blocked my hand with his arm.
At the moment of contact, I felt like I had touched a spring, and my wrist was bounced back by his muscles.
Shang Kun said: "Donor Li, the things on them belong to my Buddhist sect and should belong to my Buddhist sect."
I frowned slightly. Is there only one Golden Light Temple in the world?
But looking at Shang Kun standing in front of me, I didn't take action.
There are two types of monks, either ringing bells and chanting Buddha's name all day long, or practicing martial arts every day.
Shang Kun is obviously the latter.
If they really fight, Huang Jiu will probably not get any benefits.
Huang Jiu sneered: "I also asked you why you are so busy converting these two people. It turns out you are interested in their magic weapon."
"It's true that chickens urinate in their own way. You guys have opened my eyes to Master Jiu."
Huang Jiu was furious, but I stopped him.
After all, it is not a wise move for an amateur to challenge a professional. Let's see if Blood Thorn can teach them a lesson first.
Fachuan clasped his hands together, Baoxiang solemnly chanted Amitabha, and then walked towards the Blood Thorn.
The aura of the Hedao realm was released from his body, and his soul manifested. It seemed like light from heaven was born in the back of his head, like a Buddha rescuing people from suffering.
After approaching the blood thorn, he took off the prayer beads from his neck, swung them in his hand, wrapped them from his palm to his wrist, and then grabbed the blood thorn with the beads in his palm.
If the blood thorn is in my hand, the dead soul inside may not react when faced with Fa Chuan and Shang Kun.
After all, these two people are not heinous people in nature.
The blood thorn burst out with power before, but it was also because of the two ogres.
But if he takes it by force, it's different.
Looking at Fachuan and Shangkun, I felt helpless.
Sometimes, the so-called justice is so ridiculous.
For a person like Fa Chuan, if he wants to kill someone, all he has to do is use his mouth.
But seeing Fa Chuan's hand approaching the blood thorn, the Tao Qi in my body was also running wildly.
If he can really suppress the blood thorn, I won't hesitate and take action directly.
But the moment he came into contact with the blood thorn, the blood thorn glowed brightly, illuminating the entire courtyard blood red and filled with smoke for a while.
The moment the loud charge horn sounded, Fachuan groaned, his throat squirming, as if he was holding his breath.
But after only holding it in for a few seconds, he couldn't hold it in any longer and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
One hundred and eight souls appeared at the same time. They were in ragged clothes and covered in blood, but their sharp eyes revealed a soul-stirring murderous aura.
Plop!
Shang Kun's expression suddenly changed, and he knelt down in front of one of them, putting his forehead on the ground.
Fachuan was stunned for a moment, and his expression became panicked. He hurriedly arranged his clothes, clasped his hands together, and knelt on the ground.
Huang Jiu and I were stunned for a moment, not knowing what they meant.
The vision of blood thorns did not last long, and then disappeared.
Fachuan and Shangkun waited for a few seconds before standing up from the ground, with no more arrogance on their faces, and slightly bowed their waists and said: "Almsgiver Li, the old monk is ignorant of Mount Tai. I have offended you a lot just now. I hope you will forgive me."
Their changes made me a little confused for a while.
Huang Jiu sneered, pointed at the blood thorn and asked: "Is it a magic weapon, a murder weapon, or a magic weapon?"
"Afraid of God's power, Fachuan dare not speak nonsense. Donor Li, Donor Huang, take care. I have other things to do, so I won't disturb you." He said and turned around hurriedly.
Shang Kun hurriedly followed.
The two of them came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
Huang Jiu scratched the back of his head and said, "What happened to these two bald donkeys? Did they meet Sakyamuni? They ran faster than rabbits."
I heaved a sigh of relief. Here, it is best not to do anything.
I picked up the blood thorn, gently touched the thorn with my hand and said, "In turbulent times, both Buddha and Tao paid a huge price."
Among the one hundred and eight souls, there may be ancestors from Jinguang Temple.
I looked at the leaving figures of Fa Chuan and Shang Kun, and my mood was extremely complicated.
Sometimes, good and evil are really difficult to define.
Jin Qiaoqiao was thinking about the magic weapons on the two corpses, and he went to search them, but I stopped him. I turned around and said to the waiter: "Staff, if you are bothering me, I will ask the store to deal with the corpses."
The waiter said with a playful smile: "No problem, there will be fresh donkey meat tomorrow."
