in the edge

Chapter 135 Monk Jing'an
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 in Jingshui Temple, not a real monk. That afternoon, after he killed the fake Jing An who pretended to be himself, he also went back to the temple to ask for help—after all, the old abbot of the temple has been They all taught him that God has the virtue of good life, killing and murdering life and even heinous behavior, and his killing and killing in the street is undoubtedly the most vicious manifestation.

But just when he thought that he had sinned a lot and had no way out, the old abbot who had raised him single-handedly helped him up.

"Don't run around, go and hide, or you will be caught and die."

Monk Jing'an still remembers what the old abbot told him.

When he was desperate, someone was willing to lend a helping hand to him, and he was willing to remember it for a lifetime, even if it didn't matter if he was a cow 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, what the old abbot brought that night was not any food.

It was a full five search and arrest teams for plunderers.

"The old man has already stabilized him, and now he is in the hidden compartment under the Daxiong Palace. When the old man tells him to let go of his guard, everyone can rush forward, except for this monster!"

As for what happened next, Monk Jing'an can't remember clearly, after all, at that time he had already handed over his body to the Soul Seizing Rod and let it do what he wanted.

But he will always remember how hard the old abbot, who never killed, used to insert the dagger into his heart.

As it is now.

"drink!"

Accompanied by a burst of shouting, the evil spirit that was about to blast out twisted in his chest, forcing the invisible sword energy that was about to penetrate his heart to be twisted to death 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!

"Clearly--"

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.

"what?"

Five steps away, a swordsman named Cui Yuan raised his head in surprise.

"You can actually see my sword?"

"I cut off your head!"

Angry Monk Jing'an swung his stick.

Despicable villain, what he hates the most is this kind of despicable villain, such insidious and vicious people, 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 Seizing Stick exploded with unparalleled power at this moment, everything within three feet was destroyed, and the entire gate of the barracks was blasted to death!
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 the distance that a sword can reach. A long sword that is only three feet has no way to touch an enemy that is so far away—not to mention that he only has a sword in his hand. Without the pointed broken sword, this thing is not much different from a dagger. If it can't be used for hand-to-hand combat, then this kind of weapon is almost equivalent to waste.

But in Cui Yuan's view, this is not the case.

After assiduously studying the master's behest, 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.

Just like it is 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, 58 sword qi 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 auras flew past without a sound, and completely surrounded the crazy monk who was wielding a big stick in an instant.

No one stipulates that the sword cannot be bent.

"laugh--"

Accompanied by the soft sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, Monk Jing An, who was still wielding a big stick, was instantly covered in wounds and blushing.

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 at the time of this serious injury, Monk Jing'an became even crazier.

"A mere despicable villain... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

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 into a nine-section whip that was almost ten feet long under Monk Jing'an's sudden exertion!

"what?"

Seeing the long stick turned into a nine-section long whip, even Cui Yuan, who was five feet away, couldn't help being taken aback—of course, his instinct as a swordsman still made him buckle the broken sword.

But this time, all the 58 sword qi rays were smashed into pieces by the nine-section long whip, and even the sword qi that wrapped around the back were knocked down by the volley.

"Bitch! Die!"

The nine-section long whip flicked in the air, stabbing through the air like a long spear, and the skull on the head of the stick exhaled fierce energy, trying to nail Cui Yuan to death on the spot!

"Yes! You can still fight like this!"

Cui Yuan snapped the sword in his hand, and the 36 sword qi 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...

"Om-"

Just when the last six levels 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 about to make up the last blow, couldn't help but be taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, he turned and ran.

"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 for a while, he had just been cornered 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 in retreat to debug some things recently, he had heard about it, and he came here this time to borrow the open space from the old barracks.It's just that the timing of this debugging is really a bit chosen... But it's hard to say, what if Mr. Du is mentioning him?
"Is he trying to say that the sword energy cannot break the nine-section whip because it is too slender?"

Cui Yuan faintly caught some inspiration, and hurried back to the house to continue enlightenment.

And the matter of the crazy monk was also forgotten by him.

Although it is a pity that the crazy monk was not able to stay, but if the crazy monk ran away, and the other party grew up and called back later, that would be a good thing.

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's Mansion immediately.

"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 tell lies, how can you lie to me?"

After all, the nine-section long whip swept across, and it actually swept Qian Jin in half!

"You bastard!"

Smelling the bloody smell mixed with makeup and powder, and seeing Qian Jin's graceful posture that was broken in two but still had a long robe and sleeves, Monk Jing'an couldn't help but think of the insidious swordsman with a broken sword on his waist.

So, the monk Jing'an, who was still angry, reunited the nine-section long whip into a long stick, and beat Qian Jin's corpse on the ground into a meat paste.

"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's just easy to be deceived, but he's not stupid. What's more, even a fool knows that he might be able to fight a single evil spirit, but he will never fight two evil spirits at the same time. If there is any chance of winning—rather than dying in battle here for no apparent reason, he might as well go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion to ask for an explanation, and see if that prime minister was deceived by Qian Jin, like him.

After all, the prime minister is just like him, an honest person who can't lie.

As for the beating of 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 you have to bring it up, it will be difficult for the prime minister to some extent. It's better not to mention the process at all, just say that Qian Jin's dog is dead.

Just like when he returned to Jingshui Temple after killing someone for the first time.

It's just that, unlike the old abbot who was in front of the face and behind the scenes back then, this prime minister is really an honest person like him.

"With such an honest person as the prime minister, how could this Da Chen not be prosperous?"

Thinking of the Prime Minister, Monk Jing'an couldn't help but feel a little more reverence in his heart.

　The second is delivered, good morning everyone, I will take a nap to recover my strength, and then continue.

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(End of this chapter)