As the fire slowly rose, the astonishing heat wave continued to spread to the surroundings. The old monk who was tied in the middle even had his eyebrows burned, his beard began to curl, and even smelled of burning.
odor.
However, the speed of the old monk's mouth chanting became faster and faster, as if he was reciting the "Rebirth Mantra" for himself, but his eyes still did not open.
Slowly, the fire continued to burn towards the middle, and the old monk's clothes were slowly ignited, and bursts of fire continued to burn towards the old monk's body.
The old monk's face was constantly deformed and twisted in pain, but the speed of chanting sutras at the corner of his mouth did not stop at all.
At some point, Master Deyun also came to the courtyard opposite the old monk, sat outside the fire, and began to recite the "Rebirth Mantra" continuously.
But Jiro Mui looked at Master Deyun without even a trace of begging for mercy. Even though he was polite to him, the captain of the company, he kept a respectful distance.
"Damn it, Deyun, you won again!"
Seeing Master Deyun like this, he knew that he would not find the Diamond Sutra this time either, so he could only sigh and say a few harsh words.
"From now on, anyone who dares to enter the mountain and come to Qingliang Temple will be killed without mercy. At the same time, a guard will be set up outside. No one is allowed to enter the temple. I want to see how long you, Deyun, can hold on."
Mu Jing looked at Deyun, who was unable to get enough oil and salt, and was also a little discouraged.
After all, he had searched everything he could find in Qingliang Temple, but couldn't find any clues at all. It even gave him the urge to kill someone.
When Mu Jing left, no one noticed that two crystal tears fell from the corners of Master Deyun's eyes. Looking at the burning master opposite, he wanted to cry even more.
He was originally sitting, but now he was sitting on his knees, praying to the Buddha with one hand, counting the beads with the other hand, and reciting the scriptures like tears.
At this moment, on the edge of the temple, Zhang Tianhao's figure slowly appeared, revealing his head.
Just looking at the figure of the old monk in the fire, the way Master Deyun was kneeling and chanting sutras, and the weeping voice, his eyes instantly filled with endless anger.
He had only left less than an hour before such a tragedy happened here, and endless killing intent flashed across his face.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
He couldn't help but go straight down the mountain, looking at Mujing and his group who were going down the mountain from a distance.
He gritted his teeth, then turned around and left Qingliang Temple.
Now he really wants to kill someone, but he can't. At least this ancient temple has not been destroyed yet. If he kills someone here, it will really be destroyed.
As for Yamashita, he can kill them all without giving these people any chance.
With his speed, he soon followed these people and headed down the mountain, but he still walked under the big tree on the side to prevent being seen by these people.
Soon, Mujing and his party arrived not far from the truck. Apparently they were quite confident about their location and did not notice that there was no one on the truck in front of them.
There was only one truck, and Mu Jing walked directly to the truck with an angry look on his face. Zhang Tianhao was also very fast. He was only more than 300 meters away from them at this time, and he had an extra rifle in his hand.
, directly load the bullet.
Just when Mujing and the others were still more than a hundred meters away from the truck, the curtain of the truck suddenly opened, revealing the muzzle of a machine gun, facing Mujing and the others.
Ah Feng had already fired, and he saw the machine gun suddenly spraying out countless bullets, shooting towards Mujing and the others.
When he was shooting here, Zhang Tianhao also walked out from behind the tree, pulled the bolt of the gun, and shot at the wooden well.
Mujing was almost the primary target of Zhang Tianhao and A Feng. As the gunshots rang out, they saw Mujing Jiro falling directly. He was shot at least three or four times, and Zhang Tianhao's rifle also shot directly into his body.
in the brain.
"Da da da!"
With the sound of machine gunfire, half of the other ten Japanese guards fell instantly, and the other half began to flee to both sides, and some even rolled down, and then rolled towards the roadside.
Unfortunately, there was Ah Feng in front and Zhang Tianhao behind. As he kept walking towards the front, the rifle in his hand kept pulling, and bullets were shot out one after another. It seemed like there were infinite bullets, and he kept shooting.
come out.
After the five bullets were fired, Zhang Tianhao had another pistol in his hand and started shooting at them. With the rifle thrown to the ground, he fired the gun with both hands, as if the bullets were free, and shot at the men in black.
Attacking from the front and back, a dozen or so Japanese soldiers were knocked unconscious.
With almost no power to fight back, they directly became the dead souls of the two men.
Ah Feng, who had run out of bullets, also rushed over with a pistol. Like Zhang Tianhao, he directly reloaded the gun. For the Japanese, Zhang Tianhao had already taught him that after killing, he had to reload the gun or reload the gun.
Zhang Tianhao walked up to Mui Jiro, kicked him hard, and cursed: "What the hell, shameless, and you want to plunder our Chinese treasures again, bastard, damn, they all deserve to be killed!"
Although Mu Jing died, the anger in Zhang Tianhao's heart still did not disappear, and he seemed to have an unhappiness feeling.
However, now that Mui is dead, he still suppresses his anger and starts to make new plans for the Japanese to make the Japanese suffer more losses.
After kicking a few times, Zhang Tianhao and Ah Feng began to clean up the body, collecting all the guns and other useful things on the body, and then threw all the bodies on the truck.
Looking at the blood on the ground and the corpses in the car behind, Zhang Tianhao and A Feng sat directly in the cab.
As the truck slowly drove away from the scene, Zhang Tianhao's expression softened a lot, but the murderous intent in his eyes did not diminish by half. On the contrary, it became stronger.
Even Ah Feng felt that something was wrong with Zhang Tianhao, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's just that Master Deyun still suffered. This Japanese was too cruel. He burned an old monk to death. It's really hateful and hateful!"
"Master, we have avenged them! I believe that even if he dies, he can feel at ease."
Ah Feng whispered a word of advice, then looked at the four-way intersection in front of him and continued to ask: "Master, where should we go?"
"By the river on the left, we burned the truck, took off the license plate, and burned the body along with it to let the Japanese know that there would be trouble."
Ah Feng also knows this truth. Their gunfire just now must have alerted many people. If they hadn't acted quickly, they would have met those spies.
By the river, the two people quickly poured the gasoline out of the truck and poured it on the body. The entire truck was set on fire. Zhang Tianhao walked into the woods with the weapon and put it away.
After reappearing, Zhang Tianhao and Afeng had crossed the river and disappeared into the distance, leaving only the remains of a truck.
When this place was discovered, it was at least a few hours later.
At that time, the two of them had already left here and disappeared into the city.
