But looking at the entire Jiuli territory now, there are no natural or man-made disasters at all. Without resentment, resentment, and hatred, there will be no evil spirit. This was a difficult problem before him. How could he break through this dilemma and achieve his goal of absorbing the evil spirit?
Now Amitabha finally knows a truth, "There is a long, long road in the world called dreams, and a very high wall called reality." The road to reality is very difficult, but he has no way to retreat. He has chosen this path of no return. He must bite the bullet and go to the end. Even if there is an abyss of destruction ahead, he will not hesitate. In his heart, failure is a success.
After some inner struggle, Amitabha said sternly: "One general's success can lead to thousands of bones drying up. As long as I succeed, there is no right or wrong."
When he said this, Mi Tuo's eyes were as cold as frost, full of indifference.
He decided to kill people and refine the evil spirits to help him practice the Seven Evils Blood Refining Magic Art. Amitabha secretly said in his heart: "As long as I reach the supreme state of the Seven Evil Blood Refining Magic Art, at that time, he will not have the final say in heaven and earth. It is a conclusion that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. As long as I succeed, who can see my less glamorous side?"
But in this Jiuli City, under the emperor's feet, it is not easy to kill someone without exposing yourself. As long as a murder case occurs in Jiuli City, it will spread throughout Jiuli City in less than a day. Jiuli Patriarch How can it be hidden there?
After much thought, Amitabha decided to start with the craftsmen who repaired his study. Those craftsmen lived in the south of Jiuli City, which was a little remote and easy to hide their whereabouts. Killing them would not only cultivate the evil spirit, but also help him practice the Seven The magic blood refining skill. He could also hide the secret of his study. Amitabha still refused to believe that they found nothing in his study.
In fact, before that, Amitao had already had the intention of killing those craftsmen, so he had already secretly investigated the exact addresses of those craftsmen in Jiuli City. It's just that today his magical upgrade was blocked, which became the driving force behind this matter.
Amitabha decided to take action tonight. He walked out of the secret room and waited for nightfall in the study, waiting for the dark and windy night to arrive.
Drowsily, Amitabha fell into sleep. When he woke up, it was already Haishi. Looking out the window, there were a few dark clouds floating in the sky, which looked extremely fierce under the bright moonlight.
The Prince's Mansion had already entered a state of silence. Amitabha flew out of the window, floated to the ridge of the roof, and escaped from the Prince's Mansion without anyone noticing.
At this time, no one could be seen on the street. The empty street looked particularly lonely under the illumination of the street lights and the bright moon. The bluestone street, after countless years of baptism, had become shiny and shiny, and was reflected in the bright moon. Below, there is a little bit of silver light.
Amitabha walked very fast on the high ridges. In a moment, he had arrived at a craftsman's yard in the south of the city. He looked around, but it was empty. He did not notice any pair of eyes peeping.
Amitabha pulled out a black veil from his waist, covered his face, and quietly entered the craftsman's house, deliberately making noise to disturb the sleeping family.
When the family heard the noise, they all got up to check, thinking that a thief had broken in. The craftsman was a little more courageous. He picked up a wooden stick in the house and held it tightly in his hand, ready to give the thief a head-on blow when he broke into the house.
The craftsman held a wooden stick in front, and his wife lay tremblingly on his shoulders, moving forward step by step behind her husband.
When they came to the hall and lit the oil lamps, they saw a trembling scene that they couldn't accept. They collapsed in an instant and almost collapsed to the ground.
Their four or five-year-old daughter was under the sword of a masked man. Their daughter was so frightened that she couldn't even cry. But on her ashen face, tears kept falling and shattered on the ground.
The little girl saw her parents under the dim light that had just been lit. After a moment, she squeezed out a few words full of terror from her trembling vocal cords. "Mother, save me..." The sobbing voice was filled with misery and extreme fear.
When the craftsman saw this scene, he immediately put down the wooden stick in his hand and asked in horror: "Who are you? We have no enmity against you. Why do you treat our family like this?"
Amitabha said indifferently: "Who told you to be nosy? You did things you shouldn't do, went to places you shouldn't go, and saw things you shouldn't see."
The craftsman recalled his whereabouts in the past few days. He had not been to any place he should not have been, and he had never done any work outside of his own profession. How could he have done something he should not have done? The craftsman is now a monk of Zhang Er and is confused.
The craftsman's wife looked at her daughter's neck under the sharp edge of Amitabha's sword. The sword had no eyes. What if it hurt her precious daughter? At this time, his love for her daughter had completely defeated her. The fear of death in her heart was more worried and frightened about her daughter's safety.
The woman cried and shook the craftsman anxiously, saying, "Master, what did you do outside to end up in such a murderous disaster? You must save our daughter."
At this time, the little girl and the frightened woman kept releasing the evil spirit out of fear. Amitabha enjoyed this powerful feeling. While inhaling the evil spirit, he created terror for the family. In the atmosphere, what he wants to do now is to completely arouse the fear in the craftsman's heart and let him release more evil energy.
The craftsman looked at the situation in front of him. He was now a scholar meeting a soldier, and he couldn't explain it clearly. Even if he had a reason to score points again, he couldn't explain it in front of such thugs.
The craftsman and the woman knelt down and kowtowed to pray to Amitabha: "Strong man, I don't know where I, Niu Er, offended you. I really can't remember, but if I really did something to offend the strong man, it must be me." It was an unintentional mistake. Please forgive me, strong man. Please forgive me for this time. Please be noble and let our family go. I, the cow, will definitely be a cow or a horse in my next life, and I will tie a grass ring to repay the strong man for your kindness."
For their daughter, the two of them kept banging their foreheads against the ground, making a dull sound. Within a few blows, their foreheads were broken, and blood flowed from their foreheads to the bridge of their noses.
Amitabha was not moved by their pious nodding of heads. He said coldly: "Don't waste your efforts. Let's talk! Which of you will die first?"
Niu Er and his wife stood up from the ground in despair and said: "I really can't give our family a way out with just one step."
The two couples glanced at their poor daughter under the sword of Amitabha, and begged again: "Then please let our daughter go. He is innocent. If you have anything to do, just come to us."
At this time, the evil spirit formed by the anger of the two of them was continuously absorbed by Amitabha. This evil spirit had completely driven Amitabha crazy. His enthusiasm for this evil spirit had made him unable to listen to the two couples. Any words.
Amitabha said ruthlessly and cold-bloodedly: "Since you say she is innocent, then at such a young age, she should not live alone in this world, suffering alone, without father's love and mother's love. That would be even more painful for her. , just let me relieve her!"
As soon as Amitao finished speaking, the cold edge of his Han Che Sword ruthlessly cut through the little girl's tender skin, cutting off the little girl's lifeline - the carotid artery.
A stream of bright red blood spurted out from the little girl's neck, washing away his life that had ended before it even began.
Seeing their daughter's blood spilling out and falling to the ground dead, the two couples were stunned. They stood there dumbfounded, unable to make any sound, and their whole bodies instantly became stiff and unable to move.
After a while, the woman recovered from her shock. Her voice was hoarse and she shouted loudly: "No!" Then she rushed towards Amitabha with all her strength, "I will fight for you."
Before the woman could get close to Amitabha, the cold sword in her hand penetrated into her heart like a poisonous snake. When she was dying, the woman looked at the murderous demon in front of her with a pair of unblinking eyes. , Amitabha could read in her eyes the unwillingness to speak out against the injustice of heaven.
Mi Tuo looked at the woman's eyes, sneered twice, and said: "I have had this look before. I can feel the helplessness, but that is in the past. This is the look that only a weak person should have. , be a strong person in your next life, and you won’t be eaten by the weak.”
As he spoke, Amitao pulled out the Hanche sword inserted in the woman's chest. The woman fell heavily to the ground, ending her life without any struggle.
