Chapter 98: This meeting is not fate, the wind and smoke in the courtyard meet the blue sky.
In a small room in the backyard of an abandoned mansion in Dunhuafang, Chang'an, billowing colored smoke was coming out of the door. From a distance, it looked like a fire in a chemical factory a thousand years in the future.
A somewhat joking voice came from the colorful smoke.
"Why are you running? Master Fazheng, your good brother Wang Bo is still waiting for you!"
Although several boxes were smashed, due to the Dharma Protector Vajra Mantra, Monk Fazheng, who was completely uninjured, climbed up from the broken boxes with a panicked look on his face, coughing and panicking in the thick smoke.
Look around.
"You...who are you?"
"Master Fazheng, don't you recognize me? That's right... you can't see me now."
A familiar voice from Fazheng rang out among the colorful smoke.
"wind!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a whirlwind suddenly rolled up in the room, and the colorful smoke wrapped in the room quickly rushed out towards the door and the hole in the wall.
A line of green smoke rushed up from the abandoned house, was swept up into the sky by the whirlwind, and dissipated.
Half a minute later, the smoke that originally filled the room had completely disappeared. At the same time, the only candlestick that Fazheng saw when he entered the room was also extinguished.
However, because there is a hole in the wall, the light in the room seems to be better than before.
Monk Fazheng looked around with a puzzled expression...
Wang Bo, who was originally standing in the back of the room, has disappeared without a trace. Now, apart from the monks lying on the ground scattered about, there are only himself and a young man in white standing at the door.
Taoist priest.
Monk Fazheng raised his head and looked at the other party. That handsome face reminded Fazheng of the other party's identity very quickly.
"You are... the little Taoist priest Qingwei who sets up a stall at the entrance of our temple."
After seeing that the person who appeared was not Wang Bo, but the little Taoist priest he wanted to control before, Monk Fazheng seemed to have regained some courage.
"Why are you here?"
"Why is Pindao here?"
Kong Qing answered casually while walking forward slowly.
"Of course you are not destined to be Pindao and Monk Fazheng. In fact, Pindao is here to do justice for heaven."
"Do justice for heaven?"
Fazheng felt that he did not understand the meaning of the little Taoist priest in front of him at all.
"For what purpose? What way to practice..."
"This poor Taoist is really hard to explain for a while, but I can show it to you, Monk Fazheng..."
Kong Qing calmly walked to the side of an unconscious monk who fell on the ground, and flicked it with his fingers.
"For example, this guy has twenty-three points of guilt. Well, he deserves to die. Oh, oh, oh, he is actually a crony who followed you in the rebellion with Master Fazheng..."
Kong Qing nodded to Monk Fazheng with a smile on his face.
"It seems that Master Fazheng, you were really well prepared for your rebellion back then. Your Fahua Sect has prepared the manpower for you."
"I don't understand what you are saying,"
Monk Fazheng clasped his hands together, intending to look like a senior monk.
"As for what happened back then, but..."
Before he could finish his words, Kong Qing had already drawn his sword.
Whoosh!
Gu Chen's sword flashed away, and a red dot appeared on the throat of the monk on the ground. Then his body trembled feebly for two times, his head tilted, and he became motionless.
"Actually, you don't need to explain!"
After drawing his sword and sheathing it, the expression on Kong Qing's face did not change at all, and he still had a smile on his face.
"Because it won't be of any use if you explain it."
"You actually killed him..."
Monk Fazheng was speechless when he saw Kong Qing who did not hesitate to draw his sword to kill.
"how dare you?"
"It's not just him..."
Kong Qing walked unhurriedly to another monk and flicked his fingers again.
"Sin is worth fifteen points. These are the same people who followed you, Master, to wreak havoc in Shandong."
Whoosh!
With a flash of sword light, this monk followed in the footsteps of the previous monk.
"Hiss..."
After watching the little Taoist priest in front of him kill two monks without changing his expression, Monk Fazheng took a deep breath, his face became ugly, and his voice unconsciously trembled.
"You...what are you going to do?"
"Didn't I say that I should do justice for heaven?"
Kong Qing slowly walked to the third monk and flicked his fingers.
"The sin value is thirty points, and the sins are full... Oh my, what this guy did is nothing to say that he is a beast!"
The long sword was swung down mercilessly, and another monk fell into a pool of blood.
"There is one thing I don't understand very much,"
With a sarcastic smile on his face, Kong Qing casually shook the sword in his hand. "Master Fazheng, don't you claim to be compassionate? How could you do things that only so many beasts in Shandong would do?"
"The poor monk didn't..."
Before Fazheng finished speaking, Kong Qing had already nodded with a clear face.
"I understand, poor Taoist. The so-called prerequisite for putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately is to pick up the butcher's knife and kill indiscriminately?"
"No, that's not the case..."
Monk Fazheng watched the handsome little Taoist priest in front of him walking towards him step by step. His expression did not change, and he killed the old subordinates who were following him on the ground as if he were killing chickens. He involuntarily stepped back.
After two steps, a wave of fear surged into his heart.
"I haven't picked up the butcher knife..."
"It's useless to tell lies, Meng Rang! Do you still remember? Your whole life lies in the blink of an eye."
Kong Qing casually threw the appraisal technique at the monks on the ground and killed those who were up to standard, while speaking to Monk Fazheng in a relaxed manner.
"Another thief monk who doesn't want to regret his death. You are shouting about mercy, but what you do is, tsk tsk tsk... I really have nothing to say, wait..."
Kong Qing looked at a young monk unconscious on the ground with some surprise.
"The crime is worth nine points, but there is still one person who doesn't deserve to die. It's really rare."
"call!"
Monk Fazheng let out a sigh of relief.
"Since you don't deserve to die..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Kong Qing insert the long sword in his backhand into the scabbard behind his back, and then like a magic trick, he pulled out a long sword burning with fire from the air, and passed the young warrior with one sword.
The monk's thigh.
Zhi!
There was a sound like a barbecue.
Although the young monk on the ground was in a coma, his body was still twitching in pain.
"you……"
Monk Fazheng looked at Kong Qing and stammered.
"Didn't you... say that he... shouldn't die?"
"That's right, he really doesn't deserve to die!"
Kong Qing shrugged his shoulders and smiled slightly at Monk Fazheng.
"But his desires were too strong, which seriously affected his path to becoming a Buddha, so I sent out my kindness to help him cut off the roots of right and wrong, so that his true six roots could be pure so that he could practice. Don't you think so? The Fa is great.
Monk…”
Seeing the joking gaze of the young Taoist priest opposite him, Monk Fazheng suddenly felt chilled all over.
"You...who are you? Where is Wang Bo?"
"Pindao is just a humble person. As for Wang Bo, he is naturally where he should be..."
While Kong Qing slowly put away the cloth in his hand, he used his foot to touch the back of the monk's head, which had just had his right and wrong roots removed, so that he, who was not awake in the first place, fell into a deeper sleep.
"But don't worry, Pindao knows that you two brothers don't want to live together, but rather die together, so Pindao will send you to see Wang Bo with great mercy."
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Monk Fazheng suddenly opened his mouth in surprise.
"Wang Bo is dead? This is impossible. What a certain family just saw..."
"What you see with your eyes may not be true..."
After dealing with the monks on the ground, Kong Qing continued to walk calmly towards Monk Fazheng.
"Just like you may look like an eminent monk, but in reality you are just a bandit who burns, kills, and plunders, isn't it?"
"No!"
Seeing Kong Qing approaching step by step, Monk Fazheng trembled all over and unconsciously stepped back step by step, as if he would be safe if he stayed farther away from the other party.
"You can't kill me!"
"Feel sorry……"
Kong Qing raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.
"I can, chop!"
A ray of sword light flew up from Kong Qing's back and crossed Monk Fazheng's neck like a rainbow. Just when the sword light reached his body, a small Buddha statue on Fazheng's chest lit up again.
Light……
Click!
After a crisp sound, the small Buddha statue that was hanging on the chest of Monk Fazheng was cut into two pieces.
"I'm just asking you why the sad breeze is of no use to you. It turns out you still have such a life-saving device..."
Kong Qing glanced at the Buddha statue that had been broken into two parts.
"But it doesn't matter. If you can't kill him with one sword, just try again."
"The Dharma Protector Vajra Curse has been broken..."
Just when the Buddha statue broke, Monk Yifan, who was using Shuchi method to rush over, seemed to have sensed it. He raised his head and looked ahead and whispered.
"It's too late?"
"You can't kill me, I am the protector of the Fahua Sect..."
After Kong Qing narrowly escaped death with a sword strike without hesitation, Monk Fazheng seemed to have collapsed. He stumbled back while talking continuously.
"...If your name is on the Beiye Jade Book, if you kill me, the Fahua Sect will definitely not let you go."
"Pindao said this to Wang Bo, and now he will say it to you again,"
Kong Qing hooked his fingers, and the ancient dust sword floated beside him, with a faint white light on the blade. "People will always kill murderers, Meng Rang, ever since you started trouble in Shandong and caused trouble to the people.
You should have known this day would come."
"No……"
Monk Fazheng waved his hands and his body was still stumbling backwards.
"I will not die. I am the protector of the Lotus Sect. My name is on the Beiye Jade Book. I will enter the pure land of my sect."
"It's so sad. You, Meng Rang, were considered to dominate the world back then. Can't you show some heroic spirit?"
Looking at the collapsed fat monk in front of him, Kong Qing twitched the corner of his mouth and revealed a sarcastic smile.
"Compared to Wang Bo, Meng Rang, you don't even die like a person."
The index finger and middle finger were brought together, and they were swung down hard in the air, and a dragon-like sword light flashed.