Sometimes, Monk Jing'an would also think of the afternoon when he committed murder for the first time.
At that time, he was just a novice monk in Jingshui Temple, not a real monk. That afternoon, after he killed the fake Jing'an who was pretending to be himself, he also returned to the temple to seek help - after all, the old abbot of the temple had always been They all taught him that God has the virtue of loving life, and that killing and killing people can be extremely sinful, and his killing of people in the street is undoubtedly the most vicious manifestation.
But just when he thought he had sinned so much and had no way out, the old abbot who had taught him up helped him up.
"Don't run around, go and hide, or you will be caught and die."
Monk Jing'an still remembered what the old abbot said to him.
When he was desperate, someone was willing to lend a helping hand to him. He was willing to remember it for the rest of his life, and it didn't matter even if he was a bully or a horse for him.
So he chose to hide in the temple and didn't go anywhere. When the old abbot brought dinner, he would tell all his thoughts. No matter how the old abbot punished him, it wouldn't matter. He should bear the blame.
However, that night, what the old abbot brought was not food.
Instead, there were five hunting teams that hunted people.
"I have stabilized him, and now he is in the secret room under the Great Hall. When I let him let down his guard, everyone can swarm up, except for this monster!"
As for what happened next, Monk Jing'an couldn't remember clearly. After all, at that time, he had already handed over his body to the soul-stealing stick and let it do whatever it wanted.
But he will always remember how hard the old abbot, who never killed, used to insert the dagger into his heart.
Just like it is now.
"drink!"
With a loud shout, the evil energy that was about to be blasted out twisted in the chest, and the invisible sword energy that was about to penetrate the heart was squeezed in place!
"rat……"
Memories of the past came to mind, and Monk Jing'an's eyes flashed fiercely.
How dare he, how dare he...
How dare he lie!
"Zhengzhengzheng——"
At the same time, six invisible sword energies attacked Monk Jing'an's various vital points, but they were all blocked by Monk Jing'an's body-protecting evil energy.
"Huh?"
Five steps away, the swordsman named Cui Yuan raised his head in surprise.
"You can actually see my sword?"
"I'll chop off your head!"
The angry Jing'an monk swung his stick.
Despicable people, what he hates the most is this kind of despicable person, this kind of insidious and vicious person, he will kill every one he sees!
"Bitch! Die!"
With a loud roar, thousands of shadows of sticks appeared, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
One inch long and one inch strong, under the blessing of the evil spirit, this soul-stealing stick exploded with unparalleled power at this moment. Everything within three feet was destroyed, and the entire entrance of the military camp was blown away without a single blade of grass!
But Cui Yuan, who was holding the broken sword, had already run five feet away.
Indeed, whether it is three feet or the current five feet, this is not a distance that a sword can reach. A sword of only three feet cannot reach an enemy so far away - not to mention that he only has one in his hand. Without the tip, the broken sword is no different from a dagger. If it cannot be used for hand-to-hand combat, then this kind of weapon is almost useless.
But in Cui Yuan's view, this is not the case.
After painstakingly studying his master's legacy, he already understood.
Although it is true that this sword has lost its tip, it has also lost the shackles brought by the tip. No longer need to be limited by length, distance, or even the blade itself.
Like now.
"call……"
With a breath of turbid breath coming out of his mouth, Cui Yuan once again leveled the broken sword and pointed it at the monk Jing'an in the distance.
In just an instant, fifty-eight rays of sword energy shot out.
Every sword energy is as thin as a sharp needle, and the shape of the sword can no longer even be seen.
Under the cover of the sound of breathing, these sharp sword energy flew past silently, and in just a blink of an eye, they completely surrounded the crazy monk wielding a big stick.
No one stipulates that the sword cannot be bent.
"laugh--"
With a soft sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, the Jing'an monk who was originally wielding a big stick was instantly covered with wounds and was covered in blood.
The more than twenty sword qi in front of him were all smashed to pieces by the big stick, but the thirty or so sword qi that circled around his side and behind still opened a hole in his body. At this moment, the Jing'an monk was covered in blood. The upper and lower parts have been cut apart by the sword energy, and the body is covered in blood, which is really like a bloody gourd.
But just when he was seriously injured, Monk Jing'an became even more crazy.
"Just a despicable villain...ahhhhhh!!!"
Holding both ends of the long stick in his hands, the Jing'an monk tugged hard!
The big stick that was already seven feet long was broken on the spot by Monk Jing'an's sudden force, into a nine-section whip that was almost ten feet long!
"what?"
Seeing the long stick turning into a nine-section whip, even Cui Yuan, who was five feet away, couldn't help but be stunned - of course, his instinct as a swordsman still made him pull down the broken sword.
But this time, all the fifty-eight sword energies were smashed into pieces by the nine-section long whip, and even the sword energies around the back were knocked down by the air.
"Bitch! Die!"
The nine-section long whip flicked in the air, and it stabbed through the air like a spear. The skull at the head of the stick spit out a ferocious energy, trying to nail Cui Yuan to death on the spot!
"Yes! You can still fight like this!"
Cui Yuan broke the sword in his hand and shook it. Thirty-six sword energy twisted into a shield on the spot, protecting his body.
Is the spear stronger? Or is the shield stronger?
"puff--"
Seeing the crazy monk who seemed to have fallen into the evil way of Shura getting closer and closer, Cui Yuan couldn't help but spray a mouthful of blood on his sword.
It's a pity that the moves I just learned have not been polished and are still too immature.
He is probably going to die here today...
"Buzz——"
Just when the last six layers of sword energy were about to be broken through by the skull whip, a five-foot-long blazing blade pierced the sky.
"Huh? Is there still evil energy to be released?"
Monk Jing'an, who was preparing to strike the final blow, couldn't help but be stunned.
Then, he turned around and ran away.
"Don't run! Keep fighting!"
Cui Yuan stood up and tried his best to strike the sword energy with the broken sword, but all the sharp sword energy was shattered by the nine-section long whip in the distance, and the blood-covered figure only rose and fell. Then he disappeared on the far corner of the street.
This made Cui Yuan annoyed. He had just been forced into a desperate situation and was about to try to see if he could break through, but the crazy monk ran away.
"Why does it happen to be at this time...hey."
Thinking of this, Cui Yuan couldn't help but look in the direction of the blazing pillar of fire just now.
That Mr. Du was debugging some things in seclusion recently, and he had heard about it. He came here to borrow the open space in the old barracks. It's just that the timing of this debugging is really a bit...but it's hard to say. What if Mr. Du is giving him a hint?
"Is he trying to say that the sword energy cannot break the nine-section whip because it is too slender?"
Cui Yuan vaguely caught some inspiration and hurried back to the house to continue his enlightenment.
And the matter of the crazy monk was also forgotten by him.
Although it was a pity that the crazy monk could not be kept, it would also be a good thing if the crazy monk ran away and the other party came back later when he had gained strength.
Just like Du Chengfeng did to him.
He used to be the one who was harvested, and the moves he worked hard to study at most brought some enlightenment to Mr. Du - but now he has finally begun to harvest others, which can't help but make Cui Yuan feel a faint sense of joy in his heart. Feel.
As for the Jing'an monk running wildly in the distance, it was obviously impossible for him to know Cui Yuan's little thoughts. He only knew that he had been deceived again, shamelessly deceived.
Therefore, even though his body was seriously injured, Monk Jing'an rushed to the Dudu Mansion as soon as possible.
"Master is back?"
Qian Jin, who had just finished studying the art of black and white with a few handsome boys, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Monk Jing'an covered in blood.
"Master, what are you doing... I'll find someone to heal you as soon as possible!"
"Stop pretending to be compassionate."
Monk Jing'an sneered.
"Monks don't lie, how can you lie to me?"
After saying that, the nine-section whip swept across Qian Jin's waist and cut him into two pieces!
"You bitch!"
Smelling the smell of blood mixed with powder, and looking at Qian Jin's graceful posture that was broken in two but still with wide robes and long sleeves, Monk Jing'an couldn't help but think of the sinister swordsman with a broken sword on his waist.
Therefore, the still-unconvinced monk Jing'an reassembled the nine-section whip into a long stick, and then beat Qian Jin's corpse on the ground into a pulp.
"Bah! Dog breed!"
It wasn't until the last stick smashed Qian Jin's head that the Jing'an monk was able to relieve the resentment in his heart.
Then, the Jing'an monk snatched the horse and galloped out of the city.
He is just easily deceived, but he is not stupid. What's more, even a fool knows that he may be able to fight one evil spirit, but he will definitely not be able to fight two evil spirits at the same time. There was any chance of winning - instead of dying here without any explanation, he might as well go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion to ask for an explanation and see if the Prime Minister was deceived by Qian Jin like him.
After all, the Prime Minister, like him, is also an honest person who cannot lie.
As for the matter of beating and killing the governor of a state...
"Forget it, let's not mention this matter."
Monk Jing'an thought for a while and then made a decision.
If it had to be brought up, it would be somewhat difficult for the Prime Minister. It would be better not to mention the process at all and just say that Qian Jin is dead.
Just like when he returned to Jingshui Temple after killing someone for the first time.
However, unlike the old abbot who did one thing in front of others and did another behind his back, this Prime Minister is really an honest person like him.
"With such an honest man as the prime minister, how could Da Chen not prosper?"
Thinking of the Prime Minister, Monk Jing'an couldn't help but feel more reverence in his heart.
The second update is here. Good morning everyone. I'm going to take a nap to regain my strength before continuing.
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