Chu Tianshu rolled his eyes: "Are you questioning the character of Master Abbot and me?"
He looked at Shi Huaixin and said angrily: "Master Abbot, these monsters dare to look down on you."
Shi Huaixin glanced at Mr. Chu lightly and said nothing.
Soon, Huang Qianzhong finished transferring the account.
He held the handheld computer and sent it back to the letter of relief, and said, "Abbott, I transferred 40 billion into the account. This should be enough to prove our intention to do good and to Buddha, right?"
"not enough!"
Shi Huaixin uttered two words in his mouth, then clasped his hands together and declared: "Amitabha."
Huang Qianzhong's eyelids twitched fiercely.
Looking at the ugly expressions of the three undead, Mr. Chu felt a little funny in his heart.
Huang An, who has always had no sense of presence, couldn't help but said: "Abbott, 40 billion, enough to build several Shaolin temples, isn't it a lot?"
The tone of the letter of relief was solemn: "The undead have accumulated over thousands of years, more than a hundred billion?"
He cast his eyes on Huang Qianzhong: "Duke, do you think the lives of the three of you are only worth 40 billion?
Or are you just trying to be perfunctory and don't actually have any intention of repenting?"
Chu Tianshu responded: "Abbott, I have long said that it is impossible to expect these evildoers to repent and become good."
Mr. Chu's repeated provocations had already pushed the three undead's patience to the limit.
Seeing him fanning the flames again, Huang Qianzhong could no longer bear it.
He instantly went crazy, bared his teeth and cursed at Chu Tianshu: "Do you want to die?"
"Amitabha."
The Sanskrit voice of Shihuai Xin is powerful, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
Suppressed by the fierce energy, Huang Qianzhong fell directly to the ground, as if there was a mountain on his back, weighing him down so that he could not move.
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Chu Tianshu will naturally not let go of such a good opportunity.
"Bold old demon, do you still want to kill me in front of the abbot?"
He yelled, jumped forward, and kicked Huang Qianzhong's head with his big feet.
Seeing the bright blue flames flashing between someone's eyebrows, it was a real killing move.
The majestic undead Duke of Qianzhong has a strong body. An attack like this from an ordinary person would naturally not cause much harm to him.
But Mr. Chu is at the first level of Lan Yan at this time. Although he may not be able to defeat Huang Qianzhong after he goes crazy, he is already a master at the same level as Huang Qianzhong.
With Shi Huai Xin suppressing him from all directions, it would be easy to hurt Huang Qian Zhong.
Soon, Huang Qianzhong was kicked until his mouth and nose started to bleed, and his fair face was bruised and swollen like a pig's head. He looked very embarrassed, without any of the intimidating aura of the undead duke before.
"Asshole, don't touch my father!"
Huang Caiwei stepped forward, but was slapped away by Chu Tianshu.
How could Huang Caiwei, who had not even had time to go berserk in her haste, withstand Chu Tianshu's powerful palm and was immediately thrown to the side?
She hit the wall with a "boom" and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
Huang An hurriedly looked at Shi Huaixin and shouted loudly: "Abbott, he wants to kill us."
"Amitabha."
Shi Huaixin clasped his hands together and looked at his nose and heart without even raising his eyelids.
Chu Tianshu finally understood that the old monk was not prepared to interfere, but seemed to be preparing to teach Huang Qianzhong a lesson with his own hands.
He was secretly happy in his heart, and naturally he was not polite at the moment, kicking him violently, which was a relief.
However, Chu Tianshu soon discovered that the old demon's physical fitness was too strong. Although he was beaten to a bruised nose and face, they were all skin injuries. He wanted to kill him, but his fists and kicks alone were still not enough, so
You have to use some other method.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, the Blade of Immortality extended out from Chu Tianshu's sleeves.
Only then did Shi Huaixin stop him: "Almsgiver Chu, be merciful."
Chu Tianshu's movements stagnated, and then he took back the Blade of Immortality.
He knew very well that the old monk disagreed and he could not kill Huang Qianzhong, so he did not act recklessly at the moment.
If the old monk is angered and he takes away the Blade of Immortality, then the gain outweighs the loss.
At this time, Shi Huaixin also put away his Qi and suppressed it. Huang Qianzhong stood up from the ground, wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, stared at Chu Tianshu coldly and said, "You will definitely not die well, believe me."
"I'm just testing your devotion to Buddhism and kindness. Sir Duke, where do you have such a big hatred?"
Chu Tianshu looked at Shi Huaixin: "Master Abbot, did you see it?
This old demon is obviously stubborn and cannot be taught."
Shi Huaixin ignored Chu Tianshu, looked at Huang Qianzhong and asked, "Can you show me your compassion now?"
The corner of Huang Qianzhong's mouth twitched fiercely, and he said in a muffled voice: "Abbott, how much money do you think can prove the good intentions of the three of us?"
Shi Huaixin had an expressionless face: "Your kindness will naturally have to be proven by yourself. How do I know the extent of your compassion in your heart?"
Huang Qian gritted his teeth and spit out three words with great difficulty: "Eighty billion."
Xie Huaixin smiled slightly and handed over his handheld computer.
Huang Qianzhong took the handheld computer, transferred the money, and then returned the computer.
Shi Huaixin put down his palmtop computer beside him and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha... is not enough..."
Chu Tianshu couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.
Huang Qianzhong was trembling slightly, and his eyes were extremely complicated.
Chu Tianshu finally saw that the old monk clearly wanted to squeeze the old demon dry.
The heart is dark enough!
He gave a thumbs up to the letter of release, then leaned against the wall with his arms folded, as if he was watching a good show in a leisurely manner.
Huang Qianzhong looked sad and indignant. He stretched out a finger and looked at the letter of relief: "One hundred billion, there is really no more."
He raised his face, as if he wanted to kill or cut you into pieces.
Huang Caiwei responded angrily: "Although we have been around for thousands of years, we are not the only ones in the family. It is difficult for us to do business or compete for hegemony openly. How much savings do you think we can have?"
She raised her snow-white neck and said, "If you think it's missing, just kill us."
It looked like he was really anxious.
Shi Huaixin responded with a Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
Then, he handed the handheld computer to Huang Qianzhong.
Huang Qianzhong took the computer with a face full of grief and anger, and transferred another 20 billion to the Shaolin Temple's charity account.
Chu Tianshu watched quietly from the side, feeling envious in his heart.
As soon as you open your mouth, you will earn hundreds of billions. What is the concept of this?
But he also knows that this kind of thing cannot be replicated, and it would be impossible for others to do it.
The most basic thing is, who can come close to the strength of the first-grade old monk Ziyan, who can crush Huang Qianzhong?
Shi Huaixin stretched out his hand and said, "Everyone, sit down and let's continue preaching."
Huang Qianzhong and the other three undead people suddenly looked confused.