Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 39 Duel
"Dude, you're not afraid that too many girls will chase you after you become too famous, right? It's okay, I can help you share it, and it will definitely not affect your studies, quack!" Wang Erxiao added, drooling with a smile.

"Yeah, Wang Mu, just say what you have. Let's figure out a solution together. Why drop out of school." Yu Xin stamped anxiously. She had never seen such an outstanding boy. The girls at the Humanities University as a whole are a loss.

Wang Mu smiled wryly and shook his head, looked at the two of them and said, "You guys misunderstood, I was here to investigate this matter, now that this matter has been settled, there is no need to stay at school."

"Ah?" Wang Erxiao and Yu Xin understood the point.

After looking Wang Mu up and down, Wang Erxiao frowned and said, "Are you about my age, have you graduated from college?"

Yu Xin was also puzzled, "Yes, where did you go to university?"

Wang Mu sighed, and said bluntly: "You two, I didn't even graduate from elementary school. Where did I get to university? Do you think it is necessary for me to go to university? So, please help me drop out of school. You just need to say hello to the principal. , I still have something to do, let's go first."

After speaking, Wang Mu didn't stay any longer, raised his hand to hail a taxi and left.

Dazed for a moment, Wang Erxiao turned around and ran towards the road.

"Wang Xiao, why are you going?" Yu Xin yelled before she could react.

Wang Erxiao didn't turn his head back and said: "Of course I followed Wang Mu! It doesn't matter whether you drop out or not, it's important to watch a good show with him!"

Yu Xin blinked, then fixed her gaze, nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, he's about to drop out of school, and I don't know if I can see him in the future, so I have to make more impressions. Wait for me, Wang Xiao!"

Ever since, Wang Xiao and Yu Xin also took a taxi and went after Wang Mu.

The three of them found a hotel in the old city and stayed there. Since the afternoon, Wang Erxiao and Yu Xin have been pestering Wang Mu to ask questions, asking about what Wang Mu has experienced since he was a child. One sentence sums up Wang Mu's 20-plus years of career...a tough life that needs no explanation.

He was able to send a 40-year-old uncle to the hospital at the age of three, and without knowing it, the master abbot on the mountain was as scared as seeing a ghost when he saw him. This is not life, it is against the sky.

Wang Erxiao listened so much that he didn't want to go to school anymore, saying that he wanted to hang out with Wang Mu and mess with his runaway life.Even Yu Xin was shaken, looking at Wang Mu's beautiful eyes blurred from time to time, that worship, like a child looking at Monkey King.

Looking at the wild yearning of the two classmates, Wang Mu secretly felt that he had talked too much. They are the pillars of the motherland, and they should not be destroyed in their own hands.

Ever since, Wang Mu gave the two of them a profound speech for nearly two hours on the theme of building the motherland and realizing the four modernizations as soon as possible, which extinguished the anger of the two who were about to abandon their studies and join Wang Mu.

After staying up until eleven o'clock in the evening, the three of them went out, took a taxi, and went to the abandoned factory.

In the middle of the night, the abandoned factory was dark, even in summer, it felt a little cold.

Ruins and ruins, abandoned factory buildings, everything is dilapidated, covered with thick dust, making this darkness even more desolate.

But in an open space in the center of the factory, there was a brand new table, a bright red table, against the darkness, it looked like it was smeared with blood.

Two blood-colored candles were lit on the table. Under the light of the candles, some strange things could be seen on the table...a mahogany sword, stacks of talisman papers neatly arranged, and a wrist A thin red rope with jet-black runes engraved on it.

Across the table, a man in a black Taoist robe was standing, about 50 to [-] years old, with a gloomy face, gray and loose skin, somewhat resembling Professor Jia.

On the chest of the black Taoist robe, there is a blood-colored gossip pattern. In the pattern, three faint blue flames form a mountain character, and a black skull is looming in the flames.

At this time, he was on the phone with his mobile phone.

"Jia Daochang, are you sure?"

In the quiet darkness, the voice from the mobile phone can be clearly heard.

The fluorescence from the mobile phone screen turned Jia Daochang's dull face green. Hearing these words, the muscles at the corners of his mouth trembled, and his gaze became sinister.

"Of course I'm sure." Taking a light breath, he said every word, as if he had a deep hatred with someone.

"If you are not sure, I will send some people to help you."

"No need," Daoist Jia resolutely rebuffed, "I will kill him with my own hands to avenge my brother."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and raised his other hand. In his hand was a black domino-like thing with the name Jia engraved on it. It was his own younger brother, Jia who was killed by Wang Mu. Professor's name.

This is the fate card he made for his younger brother. If something happens to his brother, the fate card will change accordingly. But just last night, the fate card suddenly fell from the place, and the red card with spiritual power The rope broke, and the life card also cracked the gap.

This can only prove that something happened to his brother, and it is a life-threatening event.And this morning, he also confirmed this on the TV news... His brother was killed by that Master Wang.

Thinking of the tragic death of his younger brother, Daoist Jia felt a pain in his heart, wishing to cut Wang Mu into pieces immediately.

As a disciple of the gate of hell, he only had this one family member, so he treated his younger brother very well, and even gave him the mirror of prisoner soul that he stole from the master's gate.He knew that his younger brother had some hobbies, such as liking young and beautiful women, so in order to prevent him from getting into trouble, he also gave him some soul talismans for emergencies.

Unexpectedly, my brother died because of these things.

He was originally hired by Zhou Yihao, the Patriarch of the Zhou family, to deal with Master Wang, and Daoist Jia had heard of Master Wang for a long time, so he thought of taking this opportunity to wipe out the arrogance of this so-called master.

He never took Master Wang seriously, so he used Song Xiufang whose soul was taken away by his younger brother as a challenge tool and threw it to Wang Mu, and he was sure that Wang Mu would not be able to save Song Xiufang.

But the result was unexpected.

"Brother, don't worry, even if you go to the underworld, no one will dare to bully you. When I avenge you, I will return to the master's school. At that time, with me as a disciple of the hell gate, the people in the underworld will never dare to embarrass you." Staring at the fate card in his hand, Jia Daochang said in a low voice, his gloomy voice seemed extremely gloomy in this desolate darkness.

He still doesn't know that his younger brother's soul has been branded by Wang Mu as a Buddhist sinful soul edict, and he is currently suffering from purification in the Soul Prison Hell.

"Yaodao, here I come." At this moment, a hearty voice broke the gloom of the darkness.

The muscles on Jia Daochang's face trembled, and a wolf-like green light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Wang Mu, Yu Xin, and Wang Erxiao walked side by side from the distant darkness.

The darkness was clearly invisible, but because of Wang Mu's existence, there was some light for no reason, and they could clearly see the appearance of the three of them.

Wang Mu walked in the middle, Yu Xin and Wang Erxiao stood on both sides.

Looking at the bloody table case from afar, and the black-clothed Taoist priest behind the table case, Yu Xin's pretty face turned pale, and her delicate body walked against Wang Mu involuntarily, so that she felt safer.

But Wang Erxiao was quite domineering, walking swaggeringly, his fat face was flushed, and he was extremely excited.

"Both of you hide first." Standing still a dozen steps away from the table, Wang Mu said softly.

"Yeah." Yu Xin nodded, looked around, and hid beside a broken wall not far away.

Wang Erxiao didn't move, glanced at Wang Mu, then stared fiercely at Daoist Jia, and said viciously, "I'm fine, buddy, I want to watch you kill this insane bastard with my own eyes!"

Wang Mu closed his eyes and took a light breath. Since people want to keep watching, let's just watch.

"Hand over the soul prisoner mirror, and I can leave you a whole body, otherwise, not only you will die, but those two will also die, and they will die terribly." Jia Daochang spoke, with a gloomy voice to match. That black robe, like a messenger from hell.

He stole the soul-prisoner mirror from his teacher. He didn't plan to go back to the underworld, relying on his own ability to live a lifetime in the world, but now he has to go back for the sake of his brother who has died, but if he doesn't have the soul-prisoner mirror, he will go back The top management didn't kill him alive!
Wang Erxiao shivered, restrained his previous arrogance, took a step back and muttered: "This old pervert! Wang Mu, kill him quickly!"

"Hey...kill me? Just rely on you?" Jia Daochang shouted angrily, and the next second, he moved.

How could a dignified disciple of the gate of hell be killed by an unknown pawn?joke!

"Whoosh!"

The dark wind passed by, Jia Daochang's black robe flew up, and the mahogany sword on the table was the first to fly out, and the golden mahogany sword had a dark green aura, followed closely by Jia Daochang, who was dressed in dark green aura .

The darkness was illuminated into a dark green, and the wind was blowing, as if entering hell!
"Oh my god, hurry up, buddy!" Seeing this horrifying scene, Wang Erxiao didn't dare to pretend anymore, and turned around and ran away after yelling.

"Ding!"

In a blink of an eye, the Taomu sword was intercepted in front of Wang Mu's eyes. Wang Mu clamped the dark green sword tip with two fingers, and the two colorful brilliance above his fingers were like swirling neon lights.

The strong impact caused the void to turbulent, creating ripples around the fingers and the sword tip.

The wind got louder.

Jia Daochang frowned, staring at Wang Mu with a hint of astonishment in his eyes. He had already grasped the hilt of the sword, but he couldn't save half a step. With all his cultivation, he couldn't shake the unknown pawn on the opposite side.

"Who the hell are you?" Seeing the unknown colored spiritual power, Jia Daochang sternly shouted.

Wang Mu's face was as cold as iron, and his indifferent voice spread in the wind, "Go to hell and ask Hades."

The second the words fell, Wang Mu flipped the finger holding the opponent's sword tip suddenly, and the other hand slapped it out at the same time.

(End of this chapter)