Elder Qingchi probably didn't expect Wang Li to directly kill people in such a decisive way.
When the thin man's throat was smashed by the king carp and he fell to the ground convulsing, he was stunned for a moment.
And when the strong man's throat was sealed with a sword, he was immediately shocked.
He had no reason not to be shocked.
You know, when he was at Bailong Temple, as a child, Wang Li behaved in a well-behaved manner and looked like a good baby.
Not to mention the lively or out-of-the-box behavior of his peers, at least he didn't show any aggressive side.
Such a child, can you believe that he suddenly drew his sword and killed someone?
Moreover, after killing someone, he turned around and looked at the still bleeding corpse without blinking an eye.
Qingchi was stunned and speechless, thinking: I made a mistake!
Not only himself, but also all the old monks of the Qing Dynasty in Bailong Temple who had seen Wang Li were disappointed.
Wang Li is indeed impeccable in terms of talent, understanding and state of mind, but such a person is definitely not the same as a "born Buddhist".
This does not mean that Buddhists must not kill, and the Buddhist prohibition on killing is not that stubborn, but usually, they will at least show mercy after killing someone.
No matter if it is fake or not.
"Did you kill him?" Qingchi looked at Wang Li with no emotion or anger in his words.
Wang Li: "Isn't it obvious?"
Qingchi's mouth twitched, "Is this your method?"
"yes."
"Then do you think there is a better way?"
"Why would I kill him if I thought there was a better way?"
"...Are you asking me or am I asking you?"
Wang Li smiled: "Master, I know that Buddhism is compassionate, but I have told you and other masters a long time ago that I don't want to become a monk, and I am not suitable for it."
Qingchi could only shake his head: "I understand now that you are indeed not suitable for becoming a monk. Even if you become a monk today, you will be expelled from the temple tomorrow."
Wang Li's smile deepened, "So, I won't bother the seniors of Bailong Temple."
Hearing this, Qingchi suddenly raised his eyebrows again: "Did you do this on purpose?"
"No, it's just a matter of spontaneity."
While the two were talking, the thin man lying on the ground stopped twitching and followed in the footsteps of the strong man.
On the side, the woman dragged the man who had just been beaten and huddled in the corner. Facing a young man who suddenly drew his sword and killed someone directly, and an old monk who now didn't know whether it was good or bad, she still looked very uneasy, but the man was
It was because she was protecting me.
Wang Li looked at them and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The woman was immediately frightened and shrank her neck.
She didn't look very old, probably even less than twenty years old. Her eyes were red from the fright and crying just now, and there were tears on her cheeks. Her long hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her face, looking quite embarrassed.
However, her facial features are exquisite, with long eyelashes, flowing eyes, a straight bridge of nose, and full pink lips.
Unfortunately, the man behind her probably only meets the definition of a man in terms of gender.
This is not a deliberate attempt to vilify the king carp.
Looking at the man behind her, he also had a good-looking face. He seemed to be crying more sadly than the woman. At this time, he was huddled behind the woman and only dared to look at Wang Li and Qingchi from the corner of his eyes.
Moreover, he quickly glanced away and immediately looked away, not daring to look at her at all.
However.
After Wang Li made a brief analysis with a few glances, he quickly discovered the problem.
Or as he thought before, there is no village in front of it, no shop in back, barren mountains, weeds and ruined temples. These two people are extremely weak. Why do they appear here again?
Is it possible that you are really here for excitement?
Isn’t that too life-threatening?
Besides, can that man's crying and thin look be exciting?
Wang Li was secretly wary and was about to ask, but Qingchi spoke up again.
"Pack up and stay here today."
Wang Li turned around and saw Qingchi talking as he walked towards the cracked Buddha statue, bowed before starting to clean it.
He glanced at the man and woman again, then turned around and started disposing of the bodies.
The disposal process is quite simple, just drag it out and throw it into the ravine on the side of the ruined temple.
Is it possible that we still have to dig holes and fill them in for them?
Wang Li doesn't have that interest.
From the two of them, he found a few pieces of broken silver and a few copper plates, a mortal sword manual, and the two knives they left behind. The thin man's knife was shorter and thinner, of average quality, and the strong man's knife was thicker.
Carrying a broadsword is quite sturdy.
After throwing away the body and returning, Qingchi lit a fire in the temple, and the remaining blood stains on the ground disappeared.
The man and woman looked at Qingchi with dumbfounded eyes, thinking that he had already revealed some miraculous tricks just now.
For any mortal, the performance of people in cultivation is generally the same as the immortals and gods they know.
However, Wang Li still felt that something was wrong with this couple.
So after sitting down, he inserted two knives on the ground, turned his hand and pointed directly at the two of them, and asked Qingchi: "What should they do?"
Of course, what he asked was not how to deal with these two people, but he wanted to explore Qingchi's tone.
Although he believed that the two people were different based on his two lifetime experiences, he himself could not see the problem.
Ask the couple directly?
If there is really a problem, how can people tell you honestly?
But Qingchi, the eminent monk of Bailong Temple, should be able to see something.
However, Qingchi's reaction disappointed him.
Qingchi just smiled and asked, "What do you want to do?"
King carp has a meal.
He looked at the nervous man and woman, his eyes moving back and forth between the two faces, as if they were thinking.
The woman was so nervous that she almost forgot to breathe, and her face turned red from holding back; while the man suddenly raised his head and looked over after hearing Wang Li's question, with a look of flattery on his face.
At the same time, Qingchi was also watching at leisure, but what he paid more attention to was Wang Li's demeanor.
Just now, Wang Li's performance of killing two people in a row has overturned his previous understanding of Wang Li. Although it is not in line with Buddhist teachings, the old monk Qingchi is not an ordinary monk, so he does not look at Wang Li because of this.
Not pleasing to the eye makes me even more proud of my choice.
Successors of sword skills need talent and character.
But at the same time, you shouldn’t be a timid person.
To put it bluntly, even ordinary sword practitioners will inevitably kill and injure others in their lives, not to mention that the fights between practitioners will only become more intense.
In this world, if you don't kill people, why should you practice swordsmanship? How can you be a swordsman? Why not become a monk as soon as possible?
Well, monks don’t absolutely abstain from killing people.
Therefore, he had no objection to Wang Li's killing, and even agreed with it. It was just that he did not show it too obviously due to his identity as a monk.
At this time, Wang Li's cold gaze was like an invisible sword blade, constantly passing in front of the man and woman, making the two of them dare not even express their anger.
A few moments.
Suddenly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his smile looked a little awe-inspiring for a moment.
"What would you do if I said that only one of you two can survive?"
As soon as these words came out, the three of them were shocked. This chapter has been completed!