White-Robed Chief

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"No Amitabha Buddha in the South!" A slogan of Buddha slowly rose, and Wen Zhiping was peaceful and quiet, and the pilgrims gave way one after another.

A gray-clad old monk came slowly, followed by six young monks, full of energy and spirit, and his eyes flickered with open eyes, making people dare not look straight.

The gray-clad monk is tall and thin, with a pair of snow-white eyebrows drawn to the corners of his eyes, long and bright, like a birthday star, gentle and soft-faced, and amiable.

He slowly came to Chu Lihe, and asked quietly, "The two donors are polite."

Chu Lihe shouted a gift, and smiled, "A monk is a disciple of Zhunlun Temple?"

"The poor monk is a disciple of the Zhuanlun Temple." The old monk nodded, "I don't know how expensive the two donors are?"

Chu Lidao said, "I'm sorry, Guisi attacked four of us, killed thirty people above and below the rudder, and none of them lived. As the bright saint, he had no choice but to offend. . "

"The Holy Religion?" The old monk looked at the two calmly, as if with compassion.

Chu Li smiled: "Our holy religion has always been compassionate, not like Guisi. It says compassion in its mouth, but it is more vicious than everyone else. The monk is assured, I wo n’t kill, I just waste With all your martial arts, let's start with these points next to the monk! "

His voice fell sharp, without waiting for the six monks behind the old monk to speak, his hands flickered in succession, and six air knives swept across.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!" Six monks flew out at the same time, widening their eyes in the air, staring at Chu Li unwillingly, falling heavily on the courtyard wall, slipping softly, paralyzed at the root of the wall and unable to move.

They were all holding the position of Dan Tian with their lower abdomen.

Chu Li shot these six knives accurately into their dantians, directly breaking them for repair. Even if they wanted to rebuild, it was difficult and difficult. The knife strength of the air knives directly damaged the meridians, and it was not easy to repair.

Chu Li glanced at these six people calmly, glanced from the surrounding pilgrims' icy faces, and finally fell on the old monk, smiling, "What can a monk want to say?"

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" The old monk Xuebai's eyebrows lightly moved, and a Buddha's sign was sighed: "The donor is too unreasonable, even if the temple has a crime, why should the donor directly find the person who offends the donor, why should he be angry with other innocent people? man of!"

Chu Li Haha laughed: "You should ask our dead disciples, who are they, and when did they offend your decent monk at Zhunlun Temple?"

"The donor is so extreme that the old man can only offend!" The old monk shook his head and sighed, and exclaimed, "Where is the law?"

"In!" Ru Lei's Shen drinking, ten middle-aged monks fluttering down in grey sash, passing by the pilgrims around Chu Li, elegant and calm, and extremely fast.

They each hold a copper stick, which is taller than the height.

The ten people were similar in appearance and fierce in appearance. Unlike the monks, there was no peace of the monks, but they were full of anger, as if the whole body was filled with anger.

The pilgrims around did not find it strange. This is the angry state of Daming King, which was made to lower the demon and slay the demon.

"Take down this person!" The old monk reached out and pointed at Chu.

"Yes!" Ten people drank, their bodies turned sharply, and they waved the copper rods like a wheel.

Chu Li treats them as soon as the copper stick is lifted, and then disappears, and then his hands slam, and the ten air knives are all right. At such a close distance, almost no one can avoid the bright sword. Although these ten are masters of heaven and earth It's not top.

Even so, it is rare to have ten celestial masters in a small Jiren Temple, as is the case with the Holy Religion of Light falling into the helm of the autumn city.

"Bang bang bang ..." Ten monks in costumes flew up, the copper sticks on their hands fell to the ground and made a snoring sound. They covered Dan Tian's position and stared at him with a grimace.

Chu Li saw that they didn't care that their martial arts were abolished. They were so determined, and looked at the old monk in surprise, shaking their heads: "It seems that your Zhuanlun Temple is really extraordinary, and it has such a law-protection."

"Zhao Shizhu." The old monk Yinliang's long eyebrows beaked twice and still looked at him calmly: "Yin and Yang rotate, there is no mutual existence, the reality and the reality are transformed, and King Zhao Fa should be proud of him for a long time."

Chu Li nodded and said, "The monk said that it is reasonable. This time it is to say hello to your Zhunlun Temple. I have always acted like this when Zhao Dahe killed 30 of us, and you will lose sixty or nine. Ten, this is my style of action! "

He said that the flash disappeared in place, the next moment appeared in a large hall, the bright sword shot, and the monks sitting on the futon did not wait for the action of the monk.

Then he flashed into several rooms again, regardless of whether the repair was strong or weak.

In a blink of an eye, the huge Jiren Temple had been completely neglected by him, but the white-browed monk could not martial art in front of him.

"How?" Chu Li smiled at him and said, "What does the monk have to say?"

"The poor monk can only advise Zhao Shizhu that the sea of ​​bitterness is boundlessly turning back to the shore." The old monk sighed: "Otherwise, I am afraid that my life will soon die."

"Haha ..." Chu Li laughed twice: "Life is coming soon? Great tone, look at your skills at Zhuanlun Temple, and say goodbye!"

He said he walked away and walked straight out of Jiren Temple.

The pilgrims watched them leave, all with a look of surprise and compassion ~ www.readwn.com ~ Such an arrogant guy couldn't possibly live too long, Zhuanlun Temple would kill him, no matter how badly he could not escape Pursuit of the runner temple.

Shi Zonggu followed Chu from Jiren Temple, walked on the street, and frowned and asked, "Fawang, why didn't you kill them directly to take revenge for the disciples!"

He had a hard tone and was very angry.

Thirty disciples did not survive, and the chickens and dogs did not stay. Such poison was almost intolerable. He wished to kill the monks at Jiren Temple cleanly. Even if they had more than forty people, they only had ten masters. Even if you kill, you won't relieve your hatred.

Chu Li glanced at him and shook his head: "Yesterday I have killed thirty masters outside the sky, and only let the monks who have the best escape their lives. The rest need not be killed, as long as the martial arts are abolished and their strength is weakened. "

"Don't you say that you want revenge several times?"

"Retaliation must also be divided into multiple types, killing them directly and abolishing their martial arts, the consequences are different." Chu Li shook his head and said, "For the sake of the bigger picture, it is better to abandon martial arts, and you don't have to kill them all."

He will not be soft-hearted towards those who come to kill himself. He will definitely kill him when he comes to the door, but he will not be so hot-handed. He can only abandon martial arts, and ignore the threat.

"I didn't expect Fa-wang to have such a kind heart!" Shi Zonggu hummed.

Chu Li obliquely glanced at him.

Shi Zonggu was stunned, and his hair was full of erect hair, so he remembered his methods. It was really fierce. When he was only a helm master, he dared to kill the altar master. He turned his eyes lightly and didn't dare to look at him.

Chu Liheng said, "Next to the next one, Haicangshan branch!"

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