"Shaka, Wuji?" Ye Qing and Huangfu Ziyu looked at each other. This must not be what appeared in the Buddhist scriptures. Because things like Wuji will never appear in the Buddhist scriptures. This is a common language used by Taoism. Putting the Buddhist name and Taoism name together, it must not be what appeared in the Buddhist scriptures.

"You said just now that Wuji is also a name?" Ye Qing frowned and said, "Is this Wuji... also called a person?"

"It's been too long, and I just glanced at it and didn't remember it much, so I don't know what the situation is." Liu Mubai said.

Huangfu Ziyu suddenly said, "What's the use of guessing each other here? That old guy Wang Laoba must know. Just ask him or not."

"Yes!" Ye Qing slapped his thigh and said, "You will know what you need to find this old guy. However, this old guy doesn't know where to hide now."

"Can he hide for the rest of his life?" Huangfu Ziyu curled his lips and said, "I guess, this old guy may have already arrived in Shunkawa City now. Even if he can't find him during this period, he will still appear in front of you one day."

Ye Qing nodded, "Why can't you find this old guy Wang Laoba when you need him? When you don't need him, this old guy can sway in front of your eyes. So, don't be anxious about finding him, just waste it like this, maybe he will appear one day."

Not long after, several more policemen arrived here, and Liu Changping led the team to come here in person. However, the killing here had already ended, and even Ye Qing and the other two were unable to catch the murderer, and Liu Changping was also very surprised.

Ye Qing didn't tell Liu Changping about the matter of white hair Ding San, because he couldn't believe it himself, let alone Liu Changping. If he really told Liu Changping, Liu Changping might even think he was a madman. After all, no one could accept this blood exchange. How many things are hidden in the three sects of heaven, earth and man left by Guiguzi that are beyond explanation? It seems that only those who have been in it can know it.

Since Sakyamuni said that Bai Hai Ding San would not cause trouble in the East Province again, Ye Qing and the other three no longer stayed in Tianhui City. He told Liu Changping that the murderer had escaped and would not kill people in the East Province again. Liu Changping believed Ye Qing's words, but the murderer escaped and the case was still there. Therefore, Liu Changping did not leave directly, but continued to stay in Tianhui City to deal with some subsequent matters.

As for catching the murderer, Liu Changping actually didn't have much hope. Although Liu Changping didn't believe in those superstitious things, he knew that there were warriors in this world. The murderer was not even afraid of bullets. He must be a powerful warrior, and he was definitely not someone whom the police could deal with. Therefore, Liu Changping reported this matter to the Beijing Police Department. Even if the case cannot be solved, he would not have to bear much responsibility. After all, the affairs of those warriors are not under the control of the police department!

However, after this incident was passed to the Beijing Police Department, it was passed to various martial arts families through the Beijing Police Department. Although the police department did not care about the affairs of the warriors, it did not mean that these martial artists could be lawless. In fact, there is an unwritten rule within the warriors that warriors are not allowed to bully and kill ordinary people at will. As Bai Hai Ding San killed so many people, those martial arts families would definitely find ways to deal with him, so the police department would not have to deal with it again.

On this side, Ye Qing and the other two said goodbye to Liu Changping and rushed back to Shenchuan City. On the other side, in an abandoned factory in the suburbs of Tianhui City, the white-haired Ding San was hung on the beam with his head down and feet upwards, and buckets of blood were poured down from the top and the bottom. The white-haired Ding San's body was dyed red with blood. However, he still held the photo tightly in his hand, but his eyes had gradually become red.

Next to him, a monk wearing a blood-red cassock was looking at the white-haired Ding San coldly. He was still covered in black air, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in darkness. The murderous aura in his body was not concealed at all. If a timid person stood beside him, he would probably be scared by his murderous aura.

This monk is no other person, but the leader of the Sect, the Blood-clothed Monk. The White-haired Ding San is the product of his bet with his senior brother Shaka. Shaka chased him for fifteen years. This time, he found the murder book and the killing knife and cultivated a White-haired Ding San to make a bet with Shaka and completely get rid of Shaka. However, he did not expect that there were some minor mistakes in this bet.

The reason why he chose Ding San was actually because Ding San was resentful and had long been replaced by hatred. Such a person, coupled with the induction of the murder book and the murder knife, would only become a killing machine, bloodthirsty like a wild beast. In fact, in less than ten days, Ding San killed more than 300 people in succession, which made him very satisfied. As long as Ding San was completely controlled by the murder book and the murder knife, he would definitely win this bet.

However, he did not expect that there was a mistake in his plan. Ding San was not completely controlled by hatred, and there was still a trace of concern in his heart. This concern was Ding San's son who was placed in Ye Qing's orphanage. Because of this son, the plan of the monk Blood Clothing almost failed completely. So, he rushed out in time and brought Ding San back in white hair. Now he was watering him with blood, just to restore his murderous nature.

Seeing the white-haired Ding San's eyes gradually turned red, the monk in blood was very satisfied. He knew that the white-haired Ding San was regaining his killing nature bit by bit, and it would not take long to become the beast that would kill without blinking.

Suddenly, the monk in blood suddenly turned his head and looked at a window behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Come out!"

"Hahaha..." A loud laughter came from outside, and then a monk wearing a yellow monk's robe jumped in from outside and laughed: "Second Brother, don't be fine!"

Seeing this monk, the monk in blood calmed down slightly and said in a deep voice: "Monkey Huanxi, are you still alive?"

"Second Brother, I haven't seen each other for so many years. When you meet, you will curse me like this!" The person who came was Monk Huanxi. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Second, Hong Fu, I am not only alive, but also very well."

As the monk Huanxi said, he turned his head and glanced at Ding San, white-haired, and said, "Oh, senior brother, you have been so many years, you are still so bloody. With so much blood, how many people do you have to kill to get together?"

"Hmph!" The monk in Blood-clothed snorted coldly and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years, but I didn't expect that you have become compassionate? Junior brother, you don't have to preach to me, you are not much better than me. I saw that our four brothers are just right in response to the master's words, greed, anger, ignorance, and anger, and no one is better than anyone else."

"You think so, the elder brother doesn't think so." Monk Huanxi smiled and said, "Although the elder brother keeps wine and meat, the Buddha keeps it in his heart."

"Hyphorful!" The monk in Blood said in a deep voice: "If he really becomes a Buddha, he will never see him sacrificing his body to feed the tiger, cutting his flesh and feeding the eagle."

"Good words!" Monk Huanxi laughed and turned his head and said, "Senior Brother, I just said I can't tell him, you insist on letting me do it myself. Now, let's get you in, come over and tell him!"

Hearing this, the monk in Blood changed his face and said in a deep voice: "You... you actually came with him?"

Monk Huanxi shrugged helplessly and said, "There is no way. Whoever asked me to save me in the capital? I can't run away."

After Monk Huanxi was saved by Sakyamuni in the capital last time, he knew the difference between him and the Five Awesomes, and never dared to act rashly again, and kept following Sakyamuni.

"Hey!" The sigh of Sakyamuni came from outside the window. Not long after, Sakyamuni walked in slowly from the door.

"I didn't ask you to reason with him. Why did you say so much to him?" Shaka said to Monk Huanxi.

Monk Huanxi shrugged and said, "Can you let me fight with him? I can't beat him."

"Forget it, I'll do it." Shaka ignored Monk Huanxi and walked straight to the monk Blood-clothed and said, "Junior brother, you seem to have lost this bet."

"Nonsense!" The monk in Blood said angrily: "What do you mean I lost? He killed so many people, how can I be considered as losing?"

"What we bet is whether this person will stop killing people. That is to say, what we bet is whether this person will restore humanity." Sakyamuni said: "He didn't kill Ye Qing just now, don't you understand it yet? Even if you control him with a murder book and a murder knife, he still has humanity!"

"Nonsense!" The monk in Blood shook his head and said, "This is all your own thoughts. Let me tell you, human nature is purely fart. The reason why he lost control is because he has not been completely controlled by the murder book and the murder knife. He has only killed more than 300 people. If you want to control him, you have to kill at least a thousand people and suck up the blood of a thousand people before it can be effective. Just say that now, it is too early!"

"Is that true?" Shaka looked at the monk in blood with a smile and said, "Anyway, are you still dissatisfied?"

The monk in blood said angrily: "I didn't lose, why should I accept it!"

"Since you are not convinced, I will give you another chance to avoid saying that your senior brother bullies you." Shaka smiled and said, "But you have already committed a foul today. If you commit a foul, you have to pay the price!"

The monk in blood gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

Sakyamuni said calmly: "It's very simple. I only have one word from you, and then I can give you another chance!"

"A word?" The monk in Blood-clothed pondered for a moment and said, "What are you talking about?"
Chapter completed!