Seeing that the situation was not good, the young monk ran out of the house, but as soon as he stepped out of the door, two tall figures blocked his way.

"Amitabha, if you do unrighteousness, you will surely die." Wujie only used a palm to knock the young monk out of the eaves, and he could not get up anymore.

Yan Yunting rushed into the guest room, and while the old monk was fighting with the woman, he saw the right moment and knocked the old monk to the ground with a flying swoop, and then hit him with an iron fist, "Pah, pah, pah..." Several punches came down

, the old monk’s face swelled into a pig’s head.

"Don't fight, don't fight..." The old monk begged for mercy again and again.

Yan Yunting threw the old monk out of the guest room and cursed: "From the moment I entered the temple, I saw that you are not good people. Old man, your retribution is coming!"

"But please spare my life, knight..." The old monk was weak.

"Spare your life?" Yan Yunting stepped on the old monk's feet and asked in a cold voice: "A village at the foot of the mountain was robbed and slaughtered, but you did it?"

"No, no...it was the black-faced Buddhist monk who did it. He is the bandit leader of Dinggou Mountain. I can only open a black temple and plunder people's money...a knight, a master, a heroine, because of my age.

For your sake, please go around me once!" The old monk hugged Yan Yunting's thigh and cried and begged.

Wujie closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.

The woman in blue yelled: "This old guy, if we let him go, he will harm countless people. He must be killed!"

"Then go to hell." Yan Yunting pulled out his scimitar and slashed the old monk's neck, ending his sinful life.

The young monk was so frightened that he trembled and knelt down quickly and kowtowed: "They forced me to do it. I have never killed anyone. Spare my life, spare my life!"

Yan Yunting picked up the young monk from the ground, took off his belt and tied his hands, and shouted: "Lead the way to the bandit's den!"

The little monk stumbled and ran outside the temple.

The fire has spread to the entire row of wing rooms. Under the heavy rain, it has a strong burning smell. With such a fire, the bandits will come down the mountain to find it without going up the mountain.

"Girl, I didn't lie to you when I said these monks were bad people, right?" Yan Yunting smiled at the woman in blue.

The woman in blue hummed: "There are not many good monks in the world."

Wujie frowned slightly, "Female donor, you are one-sided."

"Hoo ho ho..." The wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, the ancient trees are swaying, and the phantom is casting a shadow.

"By the way, I suddenly remembered that the old bald man...ah, the old thieves said that there are sixty-seven people in the bandit den in Dinggou Mountain. Wouldn't it be too abrupt for the three of us to just come to the door like this?"

Yan Yunting suddenly realized the disparity between the numbers of the enemy and ourselves.

"What are you afraid of? How many of these fellas are capable of fighting? I'm not afraid of fighting alone!" The woman in blue puffed up her proud chest, looking righteous.

The little monk spoke at this time: "Xia Xia, I have personally seen the black-faced Buddha split a big stone with one palm. He is very powerful..."

"How big is the stone?" Yan Yunting frowned.

The young monk said: "The black mountain stone is half a foot wide..."

That was at least the level of force in the Shangxuan Realm, or even higher. Yan Yunting felt a little guilty. Bandits were much more difficult to deal with than poisonous people, let alone such powerful bandits. He suggested: "How about... let's go down the mountain to report the matter."

Official? Call some people to handle it?"

"It's too late." Wujie shook his head slightly.

Suddenly, a dense cluster of lights suddenly appeared on the mountain road. Dozens of bandits were carrying lanterns and torches, heading down the mountain in the heavy rain.

When the young monk saw this, Sayazi ran towards the group of bandits and shouted: "First Master, they killed the Second Master, please save me quickly -"

"Bang!"

"ah!"

When the gun goes off, parents raise money in vain!

The little monk yelled and fell to the ground.

Yan Yunting blew the smoke from the gun and said, "If you don't run away, I won't kill you."

The bandits gathered together and came down the mountain. The leader was riding a black horse and wearing black clothes. His face was as black as coal. If it weren't for the bright light, I couldn't see his features clearly. He had a bald head and he was also a monk. He must have been a monk.

The black-faced Dharma has come true.

"Surround them up!" Fa Yuan gave the order, and sixty or seventy bandits formed a large circle, surrounding Yan Yunting and the other three.

"The big boss... they... they killed the second boss and the fourth boss, they... they..." The little monk breathed his last breath and died before finishing his words.

"Amitabha, this fellow sect, we are all practicing Zen, why don't you put down your butcher knife and don't kill any more people." Wujie clasped his hands together and bowed to the black-faced Buddha.

"Harm! Poor monk, if you persuade him to put down the butcher's knife, aren't you seeking the skin of a tiger?" The woman in blue pulled out her sword and yelled: "Why bother, just come and fight!"

"You killed my two brothers, and I want you to pay with your life!" The black-faced Buddha grabbed the horse's belly, rose into the air, and grabbed Yan Yunting at the front with his tiger claws!

Yan Yunting pulled out his Zhao Dan and slashed a sword energy in an instant! Unexpectedly, the black-faced Buddha did not avoid it at all. He canceled out the sword energy with a palm from the air, and his speed did not slow down at all——

"Pah!" He slapped the gallbladder with his palm, and Yan Yunting took five or six steps to stabilize his body!

Yan Yunting suppressed the blood in his heart. If that palm had hit him, his internal organs would have been destroyed. This guy must be a Nirvana master!

"Boy, your sword is pretty good. It can actually block my blow!" Black-faced Buddha yelled ferociously, stepped forward and hit Yan Yunting with another strike.

Yan Yunting did not dare to resist any longer and hurriedly retreated!

"I'm coming!" The woman in blue was about to come forward, but Yan Yunting pulled her back and said, "What the hell are you doing? He has the power of Nirvana!"

At the critical moment, Wujie stepped out, faced the black-faced Buddha, and hit him hard with a single palm——

"Pa!" The two palms clashed, and the huge force of the palms shook up a hurricane, causing the rain in a radius of thirty feet to change its direction.

The black-faced Buddha flew more than a dozen feet and took a dozen steps back before he could barely stabilize his body. When he looked at Wu Jie again, his expression was indifferent and he didn't move at all.

"This... wandering monk is so powerful?" The woman in blue was secretly shocked.

"Amitabha, Fa Yuan, I see that you are practicing Zen martial arts. I believe you have also practiced Zen. Why do you want to be a bandit and go against the grain?" Wujie asked softly but seemed to be questioning.

"Be a monk? Do you eat fast and recite Buddha's name all day long? Haha... In today's troubled times, the weak eat the strong, I am a bandit, I have money, women have everything, I am happier and more comfortable than the emperor!" The black-faced Buddha smiled proudly, and threw it at Wujie.

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"Monk, I think you are quite capable, and we are from the same sect. Why don't you follow me and I will let you take the second golden seat!"

Wujie shook his head and whispered: "Thief."

As he spoke, he flashed away, leaving only an afterimage.

As soon as he finished speaking, he came to the black-faced Buddha, grabbed his neck and pinched him lightly, "Poof!" The black-faced Buddha spurted out a mouthful of blood and died suddenly.
Chapter completed!