City Marshal

Snowflakes are flying, the world is dying!

Nineteen people covered in snow, nineteen murderous faces, and nineteen gleaming samurai swords.

The cold air on their bodies is already enough to fight against the snowflakes all over the sky.

Feng Wuqing stood in front of Chutian and Sister Mei, his eyes instantly became cold and heartless.

Chu Tian took a few steps forward disapprovingly, and said in a bitingly cold tone, "Who are you?"

Nineteen voices came out almost at the same time, their faces were quite sad, and they said: "Mr. Liu Chuan, please protect me!"

Chu Tian snorted softly, and said coldly: "It turns out that it is Liu Chuanfeng's remnant, and it happened to be used to sacrifice my saber!"

They were all disciples brought by Liu Chuanfeng. There were dozens of them originally. Who knew that only nineteen of them escaped from the decisive battle on Phoenix Mountain. Chutian took revenge, and finally got an excellent opportunity on this snowy night. Chutian had only a guard and a woman by his side.

Nineteen figures flickered and slowly rushed towards Chutian and the others. Chutian turned his head and followed the wind and said ruthlessly: "Wuqing, you stay where you are and protect Sister Mei, and nothing happens. I will let these Dongying warriors Let's solve it!"

Feng Wuqing hesitated for a moment, and said worriedly: "Young commander, is your injury still not healed?"

Chu Tian smiled wryly, with pain in his eyes, and said slowly: "If I don't take the opportunity to vent the pain in my heart, this injury will never heal, it will never heal!"

Yes, Chu Tian hadn't figured out how to solve the matter of Zhou Longjian and Lin Yuqing until now.

Nineteen Dongying warriors have already rushed over, the lights of swords and snow are intertwined, and Chu Tian's eyes are shining. Chu Tian closed his eyes just now, his footsteps moved slightly, and Xiang Gong counterattacked, and his right hand instantly lit up. sword.

Listening to the wind, two samurai swords struck from the front. Chutian's right hand sank slightly, and he preemptively slashed the swords on their wrists, and then swung them forward. Immediately, the necks of the two Dongpu warriors showed blood. Chutian's strength Not huge, but just enough to cut their throats.

Feng Wuqing still watched the changes on the field coldly, and if there was anything wrong, he would be the first to rush over.

Although two Dongying warriors died, someone immediately filled them in. Chutian opened his eyes and rushed forward. Only two of them jumped up and down, and they were already in front of them. The Dongying warriors were startled. Instead, they attacked everywhere, so more than a dozen people came forward to block them with samurai swords. Chutian's swords were fierce and invincible.

In a short while, a few more accomplices died, and the leader Dongying warrior pointed down his sword and took two steps forward, with a look of grief and indignation on his face, and roared: "Chutian, your hands are covered with the blood of the Yamaguchi group. You must die by our sword!"

The violent aura in Chu Tian's heart radiated, and the unstoppable killing intent surged up. He looked at the Dongying warrior in front of him coldly, and said slowly: "Even your master Liu Chuanfeng lost his head, let alone you, the remnants of the Yamaguchi group. , you are also worthy to kill me?"

Speaking of this, Chu Tian didn't bother to let him answer, took a few steps, and thrust out the saber, already hitting the head Dongying warrior's chest, his arm vibrated, and he was thrown out abruptly, with a 'bang' , the leader of the Dongying warrior slammed into the tree trunks on both sides of the street, and then fell down, spitting out blood alive.

Chu Tian stood with his sword horizontally, his eyes flickering with murderous intent, and shouted loudly: "You are all dead anyway, let's go together!"

The Dongying warriors saw the majestic and domineering Chu Tianshen, and no one dared to step forward for a while.

The leader Dongying warrior stood up holding the tree trunk. He was always very confident in his own skills, otherwise he would not have volunteered to lead eighteen accomplices to ambush Chutian. Being so ashamed, he became even more angry, and couldn't stop shouting: "Kill him! Kill him!"

More than a dozen Dongying warriors were reminded by his gnashing of teeth, so they rushed forward with the spirit of seeing death as home again.

Chu Tian couldn't calm down anymore, the depression for days and the helplessness of tonight turned into violence, and suddenly he turned into a ferocious beast, with his right hand clenched Minghong's saber, he slashed fiercely in the air, just in time to hit Dong Ying who was bullying him. The samurai, he fell vertically to the ground before he even had time to scream, the sky cap was shattered, and he died unexpectedly.

The remaining Dongying warriors shouted in unison, both panicked and angry.

After Chu Tian went on a killing spree, his eyes turned red, he killed everyone he met, and his attacks became even more frenzied. Ming Hong's saber fluttered with the snowflakes, slashing straight and forth, with unstoppable power, but he saw every bit of death on the white snow. Splattered with blood, the streets have already fallen the bodies of many Japanese warriors, some with decapitated bodies, and some with broken limbs.

Sister Mei closed her eyes slightly, and she felt that Chutian had changed a bit tonight.

In less than 10 minutes, all the Dongying warriors fell down, and snowflakes gradually covered them. Only the leader Dongying warrior was still panting. Chu Tian walked slowly in front of him, smiled coldly, and said, "Unexpected Your life is pretty big, and you haven't died yet!"

The leader Dongying samurai had vicious eyes and cursed angrily with the remaining strength: "You, you will die a bad death, you will die a bad death!"

Chu Tian didn't speak, picked up the samurai sword on the ground, and suddenly stabbed it into the throat of the Dongying warrior. The handle of the knife was twisted to the left, and blood spattered.

The snowflakes were still falling, and the whole street soon became white. No one knew that under the snowflakes, blood flowed like a river.

"Amitabha." A chanting came softly, piercing the quiet snowy night, but it made people feel that their hearts were gone.

Chu Tian looked up and saw a monk walking slowly on the street, wearing a yellow cassock with Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, but to Chu Tian's surprise, the monk was barefoot, stepping on the white snow, as if he could not feel the ice and snow Biting cold.

Chu Tian's expression became serious, could it be that he is another master who wants to put himself to death?

The monk approached slowly and asked calmly, "What's your name?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Chutian's face, and he replied respectfully: "Chutian."

The monk didn't show any expression, and asked again lightly: "How big is the sky."

Without pondering, Chu Tian calmly replied, "I have no worries."

Chu Tian's mind gradually calmed down, and he suddenly asked: "Master, what is the reason for abandoning Shaolin's honor?"

The monk replied without hesitation: "Sacrifice one's life to learn Buddhism."

Chu Tian's eyes were shining brightly, and he asked: "Since you sacrifice your life to learn Buddhism, why didn't you become a Buddha?"

The monk did not stop and said: "It is only because of the salvation of all sentient beings."

Chu Tian's expression has gradually calmed down, and his expression has become more solemn, but others can't hear what they are saying at all.

As soon as the monk's words fell, he appeared in front of Chutian, with a peaceful face, fixedly looked at Chutian, sighed softly, and said, "Benefactor Chu, long time no see, even the 'heart has nothing to worry about' is gone." It's been a long time since I left you."

A look of guilt appeared on Chu Tian's face, and his tone was extremely respectful, and he said slowly: "What Abbot Kong Wu taught me is that the brat is arrogant, he kills too much, and the trifles in the world have become demons. I am really ashamed." There is no high hope for the abbot."

That's right, the monk is the abbot of Tianfa Temple, Master Kongwu.

Abbot Kongwu didn’t blame him in his eyes, and said lightly: “Depending on origin and extinction, demons are born from the heart. Benefactor Chu is a person with profound Buddhism, but he has no choice but to be helpless in ordinary things. Kong Wu believes that Benefactor Chu will one day return to the heart without heart. The altar of concern'."

The murderous aura on Chutian's body has completely subsided, and even his eyes have become pure. Hearing Abbot Kong's motto, he is like a child who has done something wrong, and his heart is full of apology. Just a matter of life.

Chu Tian lowered his head and said with a solemn expression: "Master Kongwu saves all sentient beings, but I hope that the master will bless me and make me feel peaceful."

Abbot Kong Wu put his hands on Chu Tian's head, his expression was stern with pity, and his eyes were shining. Everyone knew that he was a monk with profound cultivation. The top of his head still ignored it, and a moment later, the snowflakes were melted by the temperature of the top of his head, and flowed into his neck and body along his ears, but he didn't even tremble.

It was snowing weather, fifteen degrees below zero.

After half a meal, Abbot Kongwu finally withdrew his cold hand, and the kind smile on his face made people feel warm, and he said softly: "Benefactor Chu, go, I believe you will return to yourself!"

Chu Tian nodded solemnly, then thought of a question, and said: "There is no abbot, and the ice and snow are biting, why don't you wear shoes? To work hard purely for the sake of cultivation is contrary to the Buddhist principle of letting nature take its course."

"I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me!"

Abbot Kong's eyes flashed with pain, looking at the corpse that had not been covered by the wind and snow, he said lightly: "It is purely God's will to pass here, but I want a pair of comfortable cloth shoes when I pass by the place of Buddhist supplies. The delay in work has caused more than a dozen corpses under Bai Xue, and also caused Chu's benefactor to kill demons. Although it is God's will, Kong Wu has already felt guilty, so he will never wear shoes in this life."

Chu Tian understands the meaning of Abbot Kongwu. Abbot Kongwu didn’t pass here in time because he wanted a pair of cloth shoes, and felt guilty for not stopping his own killing, so he punished himself for not wearing shoes in this life.

The empty abbot has turned around and left, his thin footprints are left on the snow, like a pious believer's promise.

Chu Tian suddenly felt uncomfortable, wanted to say something but couldn't.

Abbot Kong Wu seemed to have guessed what Chu Tian was thinking, facing the wind and snow, he said without turning his head: "Benefactor Chu, don't suffer for Kong Wu's suffering, good and bad are unpredictable! Kong Wu is now a guest at Tianyou Temple, If you're free, come up and have a cup of tea."

Chu Tian knelt on the snow and kowtowed three times.Snowflakes are flying, the world is dying!

Nineteen people covered in snow, nineteen murderous faces, and nineteen gleaming samurai swords.

The cold air on their bodies is already enough to fight against the snowflakes all over the sky.

Feng Wuqing stood in front of Chutian and Sister Mei, his eyes instantly became cold and heartless.

Chu Tian took a few steps forward disapprovingly, and said in a bitingly cold tone, "Who are you?"

Nineteen voices came out almost at the same time, their faces were quite sad, and they said: "Mr. Liu Chuan, please protect me!"

Chu Tian snorted softly, and said coldly: "It turns out that it is Liu Chuanfeng's remnant, and it happened to be used to sacrifice my saber!"

They were all disciples brought by Liu Chuanfeng. There were dozens of them originally. Who knew that only nineteen of them escaped from the decisive battle on Phoenix Mountain. Chutian took revenge, and finally got an excellent opportunity on this snowy night. Chutian had only a guard and a woman by his side.

Nineteen figures flickered and slowly rushed towards Chutian and the others. Chutian turned his head and followed the wind and said ruthlessly: "Wuqing, you stay where you are and protect Sister Mei, and nothing happens. I will let these Dongying warriors Let's solve it!"

Feng Wuqing hesitated for a moment, and said worriedly: "Young commander, is your injury still not healed?"

Chu Tian smiled wryly, with pain in his eyes, and said slowly: "If I don't take the opportunity to vent the pain in my heart, this injury will never heal, it will never heal!"

Yes, Chu Tian hadn't figured out how to solve the matter of Zhou Longjian and Lin Yuqing until now.

Nineteen Dongying warriors have already rushed over, the lights of swords and snow are intertwined, and Chu Tian's eyes are shining. Chu Tian closed his eyes just now, his footsteps moved slightly, and Xiang Gong counterattacked, and his right hand instantly lit up. sword.

Listening to the wind, two samurai swords struck from the front. Chutian's right hand sank slightly, and he preemptively slashed the swords on their wrists, and then swung them forward. Immediately, the necks of the two Dongpu warriors showed blood. Chutian's strength Not huge, but just enough to cut their throats.

Feng Wuqing still watched the changes on the field coldly, and if there was anything wrong, he would be the first to rush over.

Although two Dongying warriors died, someone immediately filled them in. Chutian opened his eyes and rushed forward. Only two of them jumped up and down, and they were already in front of them. The Dongying warriors were startled. Instead, they attacked everywhere, so more than a dozen people came forward to block them with samurai swords. Chutian's swords were fierce and invincible.

In a short while, a few more accomplices died, and the leader Dongying warrior pointed down his sword and took two steps forward, with a look of grief and indignation on his face, and roared: "Chutian, your hands are covered with the blood of the Yamaguchi group. You must die by our sword!"

The violent aura in Chu Tian's heart radiated, and the unstoppable killing intent surged up. He looked at the Dongying warrior in front of him coldly, and said slowly: "Even your master Liu Chuanfeng lost his head, let alone you, the remnants of the Yamaguchi group. , you are also worthy to kill me?"

Speaking of this, Chu Tian didn't bother to let him answer, took a few steps, and thrust out the saber, already hitting the head Dongying warrior's chest, his arm vibrated, and he was thrown out abruptly, with a 'bang' , the leader of the Dongying warrior slammed into the tree trunks on both sides of the street, and then fell down, spitting out blood alive.

Chu Tian stood with his sword horizontally, his eyes flickering with murderous intent, and shouted loudly: "You are all dead anyway, let's go together!"

The Dongying warriors saw the majestic and domineering Chu Tianshen, and no one dared to step forward for a while.

The leader Dongying warrior stood up holding the tree trunk. He was always very confident in his own skills, otherwise he would not have volunteered to lead eighteen accomplices to ambush Chutian. Being so ashamed, he became even more angry, and couldn't stop shouting: "Kill him! Kill him!"

More than a dozen Dongying warriors were reminded by his gnashing of teeth, so they rushed forward with the spirit of seeing death as home again.

Chu Tian couldn't calm down anymore, the depression for days and the helplessness of tonight turned into violence, and suddenly he turned into a ferocious beast, with his right hand clenched Minghong's saber, he slashed fiercely in the air, just in time to hit Dong Ying who was bullying him. The samurai, he fell vertically to the ground before he even had time to scream, the sky cap was shattered, and he died unexpectedly.

The remaining Dongying warriors shouted in unison, both panicked and angry.

After Chu Tian went on a killing spree, his eyes turned red, he killed everyone he met, and his attacks became even more frenzied. Ming Hong's saber fluttered with the snowflakes, slashing straight and forth, with unstoppable power, but he saw every bit of death on the white snow. Splattered with blood, the streets have already fallen the bodies of many Japanese warriors, some with decapitated bodies, and some with broken limbs.

Sister Mei closed her eyes slightly, and she felt that Chutian had changed a bit tonight.

In less than 10 minutes, all the Dongying warriors fell down, and snowflakes gradually covered them. Only the leader Dongying warrior was still panting. Chu Tian walked slowly in front of him, smiled coldly, and said, "Unexpected Your life is pretty big, and you haven't died yet!"

The leader Dongying samurai had vicious eyes and cursed angrily with the remaining strength: "You, you will die a bad death, you will die a bad death!"

Chu Tian didn't speak, picked up the samurai sword on the ground, and suddenly stabbed it into the throat of the Dongying warrior. The handle of the knife was twisted to the left, and blood spattered.

The snowflakes were still falling, and the whole street soon became white. No one knew that under the snowflakes, blood flowed like a river.

"Amitabha." A chanting came softly, piercing the quiet snowy night, but it made people feel that their hearts were gone.

Chu Tian looked up and saw a monk walking slowly on the street, wearing a yellow cassock with Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, but to Chu Tian's surprise, the monk was barefoot, stepping on the white snow, as if he could not feel the ice and snow Biting cold.

Chu Tian's expression became serious, could it be that he is another master who wants to put himself to death?

The monk approached slowly and asked calmly, "What's your name?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Chutian's face, and he replied respectfully: "Chutian."

The monk didn't show any expression, and asked again lightly: "How big is the sky."

Without pondering, Chu Tian calmly replied, "I have no worries."

Chu Tian's mind gradually calmed down, and he suddenly asked: "Master, what is the reason for abandoning Shaolin's honor?"

The monk replied without hesitation: "Sacrifice one's life to learn Buddhism."

Chu Tian's eyes were shining brightly, and he asked: "Since you sacrifice your life to learn Buddhism, why didn't you become a Buddha?"

The monk did not stop and said: "It is only because of the salvation of all sentient beings."

Chu Tian's expression has gradually calmed down, and his expression has become more solemn, but others can't hear what they are saying at all.

As soon as the monk's words fell, he appeared in front of Chutian, with a peaceful face, fixedly looked at Chutian, sighed softly, and said, "Benefactor Chu, long time no see, even the 'heart has nothing to worry about' is gone." It's been a long time since I left you."

A look of guilt appeared on Chu Tian's face, and his tone was extremely respectful, and he said slowly: "What Abbot Kong Wu taught me is that the brat is arrogant, he kills too much, and the trifles in the world have become demons. I am really ashamed." There is no high hope for the abbot."

That's right, the monk is the abbot of Tianfa Temple, Master Kongwu.

Abbot Kongwu didn’t blame him in his eyes, and said lightly: “Depending on origin and extinction, demons are born from the heart. Benefactor Chu is a person with profound Buddhism, but he has no choice but to be helpless in ordinary things. Kong Wu believes that Benefactor Chu will one day return to the heart without heart. The altar of concern'."

The murderous aura on Chutian's body has completely subsided, and even his eyes have become pure. Hearing Abbot Kong's motto, he is like a child who has done something wrong, and his heart is full of apology. Just a matter of life.

Chu Tian lowered his head and said with a solemn expression: "Master Kongwu saves all sentient beings, but I hope that the master will bless me and make me feel peaceful."

Abbot Kong Wu put his hands on Chu Tian's head, his expression was stern with pity, and his eyes were shining. Everyone knew that he was a monk with profound cultivation. The top of his head still ignored it, and a moment later, the snowflakes were melted by the temperature of the top of his head, and flowed into his neck and body along his ears, but he didn't even tremble.

It was snowing weather, fifteen degrees below zero.

After half a meal, Abbot Kongwu finally withdrew his cold hand, and the kind smile on his face made people feel warm, and he said softly: "Benefactor Chu, go, I believe you will return to yourself!"

Chu Tian nodded solemnly, then thought of a question, and said: "There is no abbot, and the ice and snow are biting, why don't you wear shoes? To work hard purely for the sake of cultivation is contrary to the Buddhist principle of letting nature take its course."

"I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me!"

Abbot Kong's eyes flashed with pain, looking at the corpse that had not been covered by the wind and snow, he said lightly: "It is purely God's will to pass here, but I want a pair of comfortable cloth shoes when I pass by the place of Buddhist supplies. The delay in work has caused more than a dozen corpses under Bai Xue, and also caused Chu's benefactor to kill demons. Although it is God's will, Kong Wu has already felt guilty, so he will never wear shoes in this life."

Chu Tian understands the meaning of Abbot Kongwu. Abbot Kongwu didn’t pass here in time because he wanted a pair of cloth shoes, and felt guilty for not stopping his own killing, so he punished himself for not wearing shoes in this life.

The empty abbot has turned around and left, his thin footprints are left on the snow, like a pious believer's promise.

Chu Tian suddenly felt uncomfortable, wanted to say something but couldn't.

Abbot Kong Wu seemed to have guessed what Chu Tian was thinking, facing the wind and snow, he said without turning his head: "Benefactor Chu, don't suffer for Kong Wu's suffering, good and bad are unpredictable! Kong Wu is now a guest at Tianyou Temple, If you're free, come up and have a cup of tea."

Chu Tian knelt on the snow and kowtowed three times.