urban titan

For a small martial artist who is not even a martial artist, breaking the tendons in his arms and hamstrings is almost equivalent to a cripple. That's a no-brainer.

"Remember, your death penalty is only temporarily exempted. If you do bad things again in the future, Master Dao, I will personally execute you!" Xiaodao said majesticly, and immediately with a shotgun on his back, he greeted Chen Dasheng and the old Lama Duoji. Continue to climb up the mountain.

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"Brother Knife!"

Abandoning the three masters of Moyan, the three of them turned up the mountain for a certain distance, and Chen Dasheng, who was walking in the front with a big stick, suddenly looked back at Xiaodao.

"What's the matter?" Xiaodao raised his head to look at Chen Dasheng, not knowing what this kid was up to.

Chen Dasheng said, "Those three guys just now, you picked their tendons and hamstrings, there is no village in front of this place, no shop in the back, why did they go down the mountain to find someone to treat them?"

When Xiaodao heard this, the muscles on his face twitched, and he said angrily, "I'll tell you, did I do it on purpose?"

"What?" Chen Dasheng was taken aback.

"My Buddha is merciful!" Duoji proclaimed the Buddha's name and sighed.

"Those guys have done a lot of evil, and they deserve to die!" Xiaodao said, turning his face to glance at Duoji, and said lightly, "I have already given them a way to survive, and whether they can survive depends on whether the Buddha is really merciful. If someone passed by and rescued them, it proves that the Buddha forgave them and gave them a chance to reform. Otherwise, it means that the Buddha refused to forgive them, and they deserved to go to Avici Hell. So old lama, don’t worry too much. It's all over."

"Fuck, this guy's mouth is really amazing!" Chen Dasheng turned his face to look, the look of compassion and pity on Duoji's face was indeed wiped out by Xiao Dao's few words, even intentional murder was said so righteously, Chen Dasheng couldn't help but feel sorry for him in his heart. Xiaodao was so impressed.

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Turning around a mountain pass, Chen Dasheng stopped suddenly, the knife almost hit Chen Dasheng's body, seeing that Chen Dasheng who was walking in front suddenly stopped leaving, he couldn't help coming up with some doubts, "Why didn't you leave?"

Looking ahead, there was an old monk sitting on a stone by the side of the path in the col, holding a wooden fish in his hand, and banging on it.

He is thin and thin, wearing a monk's robe that has been washed and turned white. He has a big shiny bald head. His eyebrows and beard are long and white.

It was really strange that an old monk appeared so abruptly on the barren mountains, no wonder Chen Dasheng stopped moving forward.

"Do you know?"

The old monk didn't seem to have sensed the arrival of the three of them, and he was still chanting the incomprehensible words to himself. Chen Dasheng's gaze wandered over the old monk, and then he turned to the knife and asked in a low voice. Dao, this kid is well-informed, as a national civil servant, he should know all the well-known and well-known masters in China.

"The evil monk Dingguang, an abandoned disciple of Laolin Temple, defected from Laolin Temple in Nanhe Province seven years ago, and has disappeared since then. At that time, he had reached the realm of a seventh-level martial artist, but now he does not know what realm he has reached!" The monk recognized it and said directly to Chen Dasheng.

Needless to say, he must have come to grab the treasure. Hearing this, Chen Dasheng felt more helpless in his heart. After walking a few steps, he encountered another obstacle. Seeing that the sky had begun to darken, he might not be able to reach the county seat up.

"Don't look at this old monk's benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes. He looks like an eminent monk, but he is actually a ruthless master. He is good at using sound waves to hurt people invisible." Xiaodao continued, seeing the old monk muttering to himself. Xiaodao smiled at Chen Dasheng, "I hate this kind of guy who likes to pretend, let's see how I deal with him!"

"Aren't you the kind of guy yourself?" Chen Dasheng rolled his eyes. This guy himself likes to pretend to be cool, but he still has the face to dislike others. Moreover, this kid is seriously injured now, why should he deal with others? ?

Xiaodao didn't pay attention to Chen Dasheng, but smiled evilly, and directly took off the shotgun on his back. The black muzzle of the gun was aimed far away at the old monk who was sitting on the stone meditating and chanting sutras. On the trigger.

Looking at the old monk, he was still reciting sutras with his eyes closed. The expression on Chen Dasheng's face became a little weird. If the old monk was killed by a knife like this, the old monk could only be ashamed when he saw the King of Hades. I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Oh!"

The gun was already filled with gunpowder and iron sand, and once aimed, the knife pulled the trigger resolutely, and the iron sand filled in the barrel, accompanied by a deafening sound and dazzling flames, shot directly towards the gun. The ignorant old monk shot.

The strong recoil force made Xiaodao staggered back a step before stabilizing his figure. A shotgun hit a large piece, and the iron sand splashed out. If it hit, it would definitely turn into a hornet's nest. The physical body of the martial artist realm is not enough to do this To withstand such a huge impact at close range.

"Bang dong!"

That is, at the moment when the knife pulled the trigger, a miracle happened. The wooden fish in the old monk's hand slammed once, making a deafening noise, and immediately a faint energy light curtain swung from the wooden fish. open.

One after another, the iron sand was directly blocked by that layer of energy light waves, stagnating in midair for a moment, and as the light waves disappeared, one after another, they fell directly in front of the old monk.

"Wow, this is the sonic skill?" Chen Dasheng's eyeballs almost fell out, the old monk's hand looks uncommonly handsome, no wonder he is so calm, so he still has a second hand.

"Amitabha, benefactor, the attack is too harsh, isn't it?" The sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly, and the old monk finally opened his eyes, squinting at Chen Dasheng and the others.

"Haha, in front of Master Dingguang, how can we be regarded as fierce?!" Xiaodao carried the shotgun with the barrel still smoking black smoke on his back, and laughed at the old monk.

Xiaodao was obviously a little afraid of this old monk, after he finished speaking, he subconsciously took a step back, and retreated behind Chen Dasheng.

The old monk didn't seem to hear Xiao Dao's words, but he said to himself, "Those three people at the foot of the mountain are just a few little thieves. The benefactor actually broke their limbs, and just now he attacked the poor monk again, and he didn't say that he was cruel enough." Is it spicy?"

His voice was trembling, but his face was filled with compassion.

Chen Dasheng frowned, and said, "You are here, how do you know what happened at the bottom of the mountain? Could it be that you gave me the news about the Three Heroes of Moyan?"

"Amitabha, yes, no, what's the point now? The poor monk just recited a prayer for the three benefactors. I wonder if the three benefactors have felt a little bit of the poor monk's heart?" The old monk said indifferently road.

"**? What **?" There was a strange light in Chen Dasheng's eyes. Just now, he only heard the old monk muttering. How could he understand what he was saying? Perhaps only Duoji could understand it here.

"He is reciting the mantra of rebirth!" Da Lama Dorje said.

"The Curse of Rebirth?" Chen Dasheng and Xiaodao immediately became more excited when they heard the words.

The old monk laughed, "The mantra of rebirth can lead the three of you straight to bliss, so don't thank the poor monk."

"Brother Monkey, kill him!" Looking at the smirk on the old monk's face, Xiaodao couldn't help but shouted directly at Chen Dasheng.

"Hahaha!" The old monk laughed even more wildly when he heard the words, stroked his beard lightly with his right hand, and said, "In the past, the poor monk might have avoided three points, but now? According to the poor The monk knows that you are all wounded, but with only a fifth-level martial artist, you want to embarrass the poor monk, is the donor telling a joke?"

Hearing this, Xiao Dao shrank behind Chen Dasheng and smiled back, "Dingguang, there used to be many people who thought the same as you, but unfortunately, they are all dead now, and I don't know what the intentions of the person who sent the news to you are, you hide It’s been seven years, why bother to rush out to die? Huh? By the way, didn’t you come here to grab the baby? Why don’t you ask for it?”

"Amitabha!" The old monk folded his hands together, pronouncing the Buddha's name, and said solemnly, "When the poor monk sends the three of you to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, the treasure will naturally belong to the poor monk, so why ask more questions (To be continued.)