Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Seeing the sun set in the west, night fell, and there was no one around.

Two servants carried Zhuge Canglan off the cart and threw them on the ground.

"Let's go...Leave quickly, go back to your hometown in the countryside and hide for ten and a half months before coming back..."

"Is this okay? She hasn't died yet... What if she is lucky enough to be rescued?"

"Then... what do you say?"

"Anyway, she's about to die... If she's sent to the deserted city, she might as well be dead, and we... give her a ride..."

It was a while before the other man made up his mind.

"Okay... listen to you."

Zhuge Canglan gritted her teeth tightly, feeling extremely anxious, even a three-year-old child could easily kill her now.

She tried her best to break through that barrier, but every time she almost missed...

The two male servants had already untied the sack and dragged Zhuge Canglan out.

One person said: "I'm sorry, Fourth Younger Sister, don't blame us."

After finishing speaking, he slowly raised his palm and slapped it down with a big change.

It seemed that his life was hanging by a thread, but the spiritual power in his body still couldn't break through that obstacle.

A touch of despair floated in Zhuge Canglan's heart, could it be... She was so unlucky in her life, after going through so many dangers, she was going to die in the hands of these two servants in the end.

The male servant's palm was mixed with strong wind, and it was about to land on Zhuge Canglan's forehead.

If this palm weakens, Zhuge Canglan will definitely die.

It was too late to say that, just when the palm wind hit Zhuge's cheek, the male servant suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm, and the strong wind disappeared instantly.

It was as if his hand was being twisted by an invisible big hand, which could crush his hand bones at any time.

An empty and clear male voice sounded from behind: "Amitabha, goodness is goodness, two benefactors, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, don't indiscriminately kill..."

Both of them trembled in fright and turned around immediately.

The laws of Qianze Country have always been strict, and those who kill people will be imprisoned.

I saw a young and handsome monk standing four or five steps away behind them.

He is dressed in a wide plain monk robe, holding a pottery bowl in his right hand, and holding a string of sandalwood beads in his left hand.

Under the setting sun, the plain monk's robe was plated with a light gold, and suddenly there was a sense of immortality and detachment, just like the close-up Buddha enshrined in the temple.

The two of them were stunned for a while, and then they changed their minds.

I can't help but suspect that there are wilderness everywhere here, and no one can be seen when I look up.

When they came, they never saw half a figure. When did this monk come?

But they saw that he was an ordinary monk, and they couldn't see any cultivation level.

Zhuge Canglan finally breathed a sigh of relief, monk... a monk came, fortunately... this time he can escape the catastrophe.

The murderous manservant waited for the monk fiercely.

"Where did you come from, wild monk? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Our two brothers only use other people's money to do things for others. If you obstruct it, don't blame us for being rude to you."

The handsome monk walked a few steps forward and came to the two of them, and said modestly and politely:

"The two benefactors, the poor monk is not a wild monk, the poor monk is a monk who came down from the Xuankong Temple on the Hanging Mountain to beg for alms, and the poor monk's dharma name is Chenkong..."

The two servants looked at each other.

Hanging Temple?It seems to have heard it somewhere.

Forget about him, the most important thing is to get rid of this monk first.

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