Bai Shishi didn't believe that Shen Lang would really torture her at first.

How could this little monk, who always claimed to be compassionate and kind, be so cruel?

She thought Shen Lang was just scaring her.

But when Xiaogu grabbed her ankle and dragged her backwards, she couldn't help but struggled hard and shouted:

"Do you really want to torture me? Little monk, where is your compassion?"

Shen Lang closed his eyes, recited the Buddha's name, and murmured:

"Female donor, don't question me anymore. The young monk is compassionate and can't bear to see you suffer, so he has already closed his eyes and asked Xiao Gu to drag you further away. What else do you want?"

Bai Shi is so poetic that he laughs:

"You! You are obviously hypocritical, hypocritical, righteous and compassionate!"

"Okay, what the female benefactor taught me is this. The young monk then plugged his ears and turned away. Is that okay? Don't be too aggressive and embarrass the young monk..."

As he spoke, Shen Lang raised his hands to cover his ears, turned his back to her, and kept chanting "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate."

"..."

Bai Shishi's eyes twitched and she gave up:

"Young monk, you want to scare me? Are you afraid of being a mother? I want to see if you really dare to torture me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sharp pain in her heel. She struggled to hold up her upper body and took a look. Bai Shishi's eyes suddenly felt like they were splitting.

But it was the little skeleton that pierced her heel with a slender finger and pulled out her hamstring. At this time, he was staring at her with the pair of scarlet "ghost eyes" shining in the skull's eye sockets.

The bloody hamstring seemed to be thinking about how to pull it out.

But the young monk "Fa Hai" turned his back and closed his eyes, muttering about Amitabha incomprehensively.

Bai Shishi's heart suddenly sank, knowing that this young monk might not be as innocent and compassionate as he appeared on the surface, so she immediately shouted:

"Stop, I'll tell you where Du Qianqian is!"

Amitabha, very good!

Shen Lang recited the Buddha's name, turned around, opened his eyes, looked at Bai Shishi with a smile, and said happily:

"It's great to congratulate the female donor that she has turned around. Xiaogu, since the female donor has repented, please stop for the time being!"

Xiaogu nodded and released Bai Shishi's ankle.

Bai Shishi quickly took out the wound medicine, sprinkled it on her heel, tore off a piece of clothing, and bandaged the wound tightly.

Shen Lang stood up and walked to Bai Shishi, looking down at her:

"Is the female donor okay? Is the injury serious? Alas, this little skeleton is a white-bone demon. It has no blood or tears, is indifferent, cruel and murderous. The young monk brought it with him because he wanted to use Buddhism to resolve its violence.

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"I didn't expect it to be so ungrateful that it would deal such a heavy blow to the female donor... Don't worry, donor, if the donor cannot walk, the little monk will punish the little skeleton to carry you on its back, and let it suffer the consequences!"

Facing Shen Lang's caring eyes from the bottom of his heart, and hearing his words that seemed to reprimand the little skeleton, Bai Shishi's scalp felt numb for a while, and she felt that this little monk was too evil and must be evil.

There is no doubt that the monk's mind may still be a little abnormal.

Many years ago, Bai Shishi once encountered such an evil monk.

The evil monk has a majestic appearance and looks like an enlightened monk. He talks about the mercy of the Buddha and has compassion on his face. He looks more kind and kind than the little monk Fahai. However, while saying "turning back and finding the right shore", he twists the person's head.

Turn 180 degrees and force the person to physically turn around.

He would also give a "kick in the face" at every turn, knocking the person's brains out, and then say to the corpse with a look of relief:

The donor finally got the idea...

At that time, Bai Shishi was just an innocent little girl, not the "black spider" who kills people like crazy and has bloody hands now.

Therefore, after seeing the evil monk with her own eyes and transcending many underworld masters including her father, she was not eradicated. She was only warned by the evil monk with a smile:

Little girl, don’t imitate your father in the future, and do more good deeds.

Otherwise, the poor monk will represent the Buddha and help you turn around.

That evil monk back then has a well-known name now, called "The Killing Arhat". He is one of the three great martial arts masters in the East and a famous crazy monk.

Bai Shishi has been trapped in the shadow of the killing Arhat all year round, and is often awakened by nightmares.

Especially five years ago, after she was "inspired" by her Lord and became a more brutal and bloody killer than her father, nightmares about killing Arhats appeared more frequently.

It wasn't until three years ago that she learned through a secret channel that the murderous Arhat had been sealed by two great masters, and she finally got rid of the nightmare and slept well for three years.

However, today, Bai Shishi vaguely saw a bit of the "killing arhat" in Shen Lang.

The bloody memories that she had deliberately forgotten resurfaced again, and the shadows of those years came to mind again, making her shudder and almost suffocate.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing another mouthful of saliva, she kept telling herself:

This young monk is not a murderer of Arhats, he is far worse than a murderer of Arhats.

If I hadn't been careless and confronted him with a somewhat playful attitude, I would never have ended up in this situation.

With my martial arts, if I take it seriously and treat it seriously from the beginning, no matter how strong my palm power is, this little monk will not be able to reach me, and I will wear it down to the point where his internal energy is exhausted.

Therefore, my defeat was only due to underestimation of the enemy. In terms of true strength, I am far superior to him!

There is no need to be afraid of him. Even if he shows off his power for a moment, he will still be dead when my sister arrives!

After doing this psychological construction, Bai Shishi finally dispelled the shadow in her heart for the time being, suppressed her fear and fear, stood up, and said coldly:

"No need, the hamstring is not broken, I can walk on my own."

After saying that, he limped forward and led the way.

After walking forward for a while, they exited the maple forest and turned onto a mountain trail. Bai Shishi glanced back and saw that the little skeleton had quietly disappeared without knowing when.

The little monk Fahai had his sword on his back, hugged a little white rabbit, and was following her leisurely.

Looking at the unsheathed sword carried by the young monk, Bai Shishi narrowed her eyes slightly and asked tentatively:

"Can you still use a sword?"

Shen Lang nodded and said in a straightforward tone:

"Yes, the young monk is good at martial arts. He is first in swordsmanship, second in swordsmanship, and only third in palm skills. The female benefactor's kungfu is a little bit worse. The young monk doesn't even need to unsheath his sword, let alone use it."

Bai Shishi snorted coldly:

"It's nonsense! You are only at the sixth level, but you can defeat me with three palms. Even if it is a trick to trick me into underestimating my enemy, your palm power can't be practiced even after ten or eight years.

Come out. How old are you this year? Now that you have developed this palm power, how can you possibly develop sword skills and knife skills that are more powerful than palm skills?"

Shen Lang said seriously:

"Monks do not lie. Everything the young monk says is true."

Bai Shishi snorted coldly, looking like she didn't believe it, but she already believed it in her heart.

Because there are many unreasonable geniuses in this world.

Just like herself, she has only been practicing martial arts for five years and has already reached the fifth level, which compares to countless elders from so-called big sects who have been practicing martial arts since they were young and barely reached the fifth level at the age of forty or fifty.

This is certainly because she has had adventures, but who said that this little monk cannot be a genius and cannot have adventures?

Bai Shishi's mind was spinning and he asked again:

"What kind of swordsmanship have you practiced? Knife skills?"

Shen Lang once again looked like "a monk would never lie" and said with a serious face:

"The sword is a sword with a clear heart and a prajna-wisdom sword; the sword is a sword that protects the way and subdues demons and breaks the precepts."

Bai Shishi frowned and murmured:

"I have heard of the 'Breaking Precepts Sword Technique' of Buddhism. But what is going on with the Prajna Wisdom Sword with a clear heart? Is there such a sword technique in Buddhism? I have only heard of one of the famous Buddhist sword techniques.

'King Kong Demon Sword'..."

Shen Lang smiled and said:

"Most Buddhist monks don't use swords very much. The young monk's sword has a clear heart and a prajna wisdom sword. It is a niche sword technique that is not very famous. The female donor has never heard of it, so it is normal."

Niche swordsmanship?

Bai Shishi thought: Could it be that it is a profound secret that few people can understand? Because it is too obscure and difficult, there are very few practitioners, and even it takes many years to find one who can master it, so it is not known to the world.

This little monk's palm power is so powerful, but he claims to be a martial arts master, and his palm skills are only the third. According to this, his second-ranked "Prajna Wisdom Sword" must be a very sharp secret skill!

It's a pity that he was defeated by his palm skills before he could force out his sword. Otherwise, more information could be found out and we could know more about his martial arts.

Bai Shishi felt regretful in her heart, but then she thought about it:

How good this young monk's martial arts skills are is actually not particularly important.

Because no matter how high his martial arts skills are, his realm is only at the sixth level. If I had not underestimated the enemy and was careless, I would not have been defeated with three palms. I have to remind other sisters that they will never make the same mistakes as me. If they are a little more serious, they can do it with their realm.

It crushed him to death.

While I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard Shen Lang ask:
To be continued...