Vol 7 Chapter 175: Retribution

"The monk without complaint is really hateful!" Meng Yuan scolded in anger.
Ye Qingxuan and his brothers have never suffered from such anger.
Ye Qingxuan bowed deeply and apologized: "Master Miao Xiu was injured because of me and so on, and was held hostage by me because of poor protection. The master was so humiliated ..."
He laughed without a thought, and said calmly: "Anyway, no matter how old, but the old man can only be ridiculed, it can save a life, cost-effective, cost-effective, hahaha ..."
Ye Qingxuan froze, and then smiled bitterly: "The master is open-minded."
Wu Min shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the devil is dancing in this place, but the old man is weak and unable to intervene." After turning, he said to the Zongba living Buddha: "Master Zongba has a heavy responsibility. It is not recommended to stay here for a long time. Right. "
"I am looking forward to the Holy Land of Zen Buddhism."
Seeing Master Wunian and Zongba Living Buddha go far away, Ye Qingxuan and the four of them were lamented.
Meng Yuanxi shook his head thinking hard: "Oh, unfortunately, Master Wuian is too stubborn. It would be perfect if he refused to talk about the rules and tried every means to deal with those bad people. At least it can save us half of our energy."
Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes angrily and said, "It's too difficult for Master Wuian to do whatever he can."
"What's difficult?" Meng Yuanzhang snorted coldly. "As soon as the eyes are closed, it won't be finished. Kill the demon and get rid of the demon!"
"Then I will put you on a bitch, will you do it?"
Ye Qingxuan taunted and turned away.
"Hey, why let me get on a bitch?" Meng Yuanzhang shouted at Ye Qingxuan back, "I have a principle and a bottom line to be a man!"
"They are not the same!" Ye Qingxuan's voice came from afar.
"Bottom line without thoughts? Hey--" Meng Yuanzhang turned his head and glanced at Nie Xingxie and Ruhua with a grinning smile: "Wow, in this way, the bottom line of Master No Thoughts is a little higher than my highest moral line. ... "
The two rolled their eyes together, "Shameless!"
The crowd ignored Meng Yuanzhang and walked away together.
"Shameless?" Meng Yuanzhang dug his nostrils, "Don't brag about me ..."
It's getting late, and the lanterns are up.
The "Monk" walked down the street without resentment, remembering the act of suppressing no thoughts just now, and could not help but feel proud.
For many years, he had been bald on his head by this thief, Wu He, who had let him so whispered. Although he could not grasp the timing of his arrival, it was finally planned, and the wonderful monk fell into his own hands, which was really a godsend.
Hedong House is not too far away from Luo. Once the "King of the Mountain" starts, once his whereabouts are exposed, it is easy to be attacked by the Great Zen Temple. It is indeed inevitable to be able to prepare this hand in advance.
It's just that although there is no grudge in my heart, I always feel something strange.
Seeing that he was about to reach the range of Wangfu, pedestrians gradually became scarce, and finally made him realize that he had been followed.
Alas, I don't know whether to live or die.
Seeing that the palace was nearby, as long as he shouted, no matter how good the other party was, unless he was a Supreme Master such as Luo Podi, who could put him in crisis?
A few steps into the center of the street proudly, the "Monk" stopped abruptly without complaining, and whispered a Buddhist chant, and said loudly: "Amitabha, who is the master, come and follow the old man, why not meet?"
Poppy ...
A sound of applause sounded, and a person slowly walked out of a dark alley. The frosty tone slowly said, "A good method used by the master, I ca n’t think that the first master of Baekdo Martial Arts was played by the master in this way. , I really admire it, admire it! "
There was a gray tight-fitting samurai suit. There was only one eye left on the old Rusong's face. The black goggles made his face a little bit harsher. Only the remaining eyes shot like a wolf.
"Is it you, 'Wandering Soul', Song Farewell?"
The "Monk" was astonished without complaint, and it was the king of the assassination world who could not think of following him all the way.
"It is Song." Song Bie replied.
The "Monk" frowned without complaining, and asked, "Come and kill me? Feng Yige Zhuo Huifan's attention?"
Song Biechi shook his head and said, "The Lord Zhuoge was really outraged when he heard the action of the patron saint, but this time instead of coming to kill the master, he was entrusted to invite the master to meet someone."
"See someone? See who?"
"The master has gone, naturally."
The "Monk" snorted coldly, saying: "No matter who comes to see me, the old uncle will not go. If there is a skill, let Zhuo Huifan come in person to invite him! The poor monk has important things, and he will not send them away!"
After speaking, turn around and leave.
Uh, uh ...
A sound of bamboo sticks knocking on the ground suddenly came from the front. The ghost ghost "Yan Wuchang" grinned and blocked the way. "Why is the master so anxious, this person is afraid that the master can't get rid of it. , Can't help you! "
Feeling the presence of several dim masters before and after, the "monk" found no regrets that he had been surrounded by "blood evil" masters.
But even so, no complaint is not afraid.
It's too close to the "Peking Mountain House".
"Some people have to force the old man to come over for a while?" "Monk" poked his hand into his arms without grievance, and clenched a thunderbolt firmly, as long as he threw it out, the sound was enough to shock the whole thing. The seat of the throne, with the help of Li Moyin and other masters of the magic gate, these "blood evil" masters are guaranteed to eat.
But just as he took out the thunderbolt and was about to throw it out, Song Bie's indifferent cold voice sounded again: "Does the master want to do it? Are you afraid of blood and sensation?"
"Why, what?"
Song's remarks immediately caused no complaint, and the thunderbolt almost fell to the ground.
"What are you talking about?" "Monk" widened his eyes without complaining, staring at Song farewell.
Song Bieli showed a funny expression, and said lightly: "Someone asked me to bring a sentence, saying that I asked the master of no grudges: On the third day of every month ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Is the position of my heart agitated? If there is flame in the whole body, the illusion in my mind is reborn, and I will lose my mind even on the full moon night ... "
Song Bie said with a sinister smile, "When you lose your mind, you have to drink human blood and eat human flesh ... It's scary to think about it!"
"Monk" has no complaints and is pale and bloodless. I never thought of threatening others before. In a blink of an eye, he was threatened by others, and the threat was so in place. How could anyone know what happened to him?
"Who told you all this?" "Monk" almost collapsed without complaint, "tell me, who is that person?"
"Ghost Sword" Yan Wuchang gave a cold sneer, taunting: "Tell the master, as long as we walk with us, naturally know who that person is ... And, for the illness on the master, that person has a cure!"
"The master rest assured that since he invited the master, that person has no harm to the master, otherwise, it would be no better than our brother to ask ..."
The "Monk" looked at the nearby "Peace of the King" without any complaint, and was tangled in his heart, but when he thought of his sufferings, he bit his teeth and sank: "Okay, I'll follow you."