Chapter 399: Gate of Reincarnation At the entrance of the exhibition hall, a slender figure suddenly appeared.
His posture was strong and his strides were as fast as flying. When the seven people turned around, the figure was already in front of them.
This is a young monk with a handsome face, wearing white socks and blue shoes, and a fluttering monk's robe.
"Amitabha." The young monk clasped his hands together and saluted the Buddha's bone relics in the glass display case.
"Dear donors, the Buddha's bones and relics are relics of the Buddha and are sacred objects in the hearts of believers. I hope you can show mercy."
A tall man in black snorted coldly and shook the dagger in his hand at the young monk.
"You bald guy is really looking for trouble. Do you want me to chop off your head with a knife?"
The man in black next to him reached out and grabbed the tall man in black. He stared at the young monk again and again, and whispered softly in a hoarse drake voice. "Don't do anything yet, it seems to be the Buddha."
"What Buddha? Buddha Sakyamuni?"
Facing the question from the tall man in black, the male duck hurriedly explained in a low voice.
"Buddha was a famous killer in the old lone killer era, ranking eighth on the killer list."
"Yes, I am the Buddha. Since we are all of the same mind, I hope you can be more generous and leave it at that."
The young monk closed his eyes slightly and fiddled with a string of purple agarwood beads in his right hand.
"Diligent practice of precepts, concentration and wisdom will eliminate greed, anger, and delusion; remove confusion and return to enlightenment; remove stains and return to purity; awaken without confusion; be upright but without evil; be pure and uncontaminated."
The Buddha muttered words to persuade everyone to put down the butcher's knife, but the killers kept laughing.
"Damn, now is no longer the era of lone killers. Don't use our previous reputation to suppress us."
"For the sake of our colleagues, I'll leave you a way out. Damn it, get out of here."
The Buddha's right hand paused for a moment, and then moved the beads again.
A faint fragrance floated, and the string of purple agarwood beads suddenly emitted bursts of strange fragrance.
"All living beings have reincarnation because of all kinds of love, greed and desire since time immemorial."
As soon as these four verses from the Sutra of Perfect Enlightenment were uttered, the already dim and dull Buddha bone relic suddenly shone with holy light.
The seven killers were shocked and angry. They looked at each other and drew their weapons one after another.
"Damn it, you are so nagging, stop pretending to be a ghost here."
"Buddha, there is an authentic seal on our swords."
"Hmph, brothers come together and make this bald head."
"The karma of all sentient beings will not be destroyed for a hundred kalpas. When the causes and conditions come together, their fruits will surely mature."
The Buddha's right hand stopped, and the strange fragrance emanating from the agarwood beads also stopped abruptly.
"Since you are unrepentant, let me open the door to reincarnation and send you to Avici Hell."
The Buddha lowered his hands and hid them in his sleeves. His expression was calm and natural, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, and he seemed to be in a state of concentration, forgetting both things and myself.
Oops, the figure flashed, and the tall man in black and the man with the duck voice took the lead, attacking the Buddha's sides from the left and the right.
The Buddha stood as proud as a mountain and did not assume any posture to face the enemy.
When the two daggers were about a foot away, the Buddha's lower body remained motionless, but his upper body unexpectedly bent backwards and staggered. It was this short ten-centimeter retreat that allowed the Buddha to successfully avoid simultaneous attacks from the left and right sides.
Here comes the sharp blade.
Masters compete for every cent.
The dagger that was meant to hit the Buddha's sides suddenly lost its target. In order to avoid accidentally hurting their companions, their master had to withdraw the move abruptly.
At this moment, the Buddha's hands poked out from his sleeves, one hand grabbed the drake's wrist like lightning, and the other hand struck the tall man in black's back. The moves were extremely weird, but also cool, calm and beautiful.
Huan.
Bang, the tall man in black received a heavy slap on the back, and immediately rushed forward, rushing towards the dagger that the drake wanted to take back but was stuck by the Buddha.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the dagger was completely buried in the chest of the tall man in black.
The tall man in black didn't even have time to groan, so he closed his eyes and collapsed limply in the drake's arms.
The right hand retracted into the sleeve, and the Buddha's upper body immediately stood upright. As the body swayed, the right arm was waved again, and the blue-gray monk's robes flicked vigorously, quickly sweeping over the tall man in black who was slowly sinking.
His shoulders flew towards the male duck's face.
The male duck was so frightened that he wanted to retreat quickly, but his wrist was tightly blocked by the Buddha, and his body could not move at all.
Ah, the shrill screams sounded.
The drake's throat was in great pain, and he fell to the ground together with the body of the tall man in black who had thrown himself into his arms.
Blood was pouring out, and the male duck throat covered his eyes that were blinded by the sleeves of his robe, rolling on the ground in pain.
"Amitabha." The Buddha clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name. "Everyone, can you stop here?"
"What an amazing yoga technique."
The short man in black motioned to his companions to check the injury of the drake's throat, then waved his hand and rushed forward with three other men in black.
Four men in black formed a formation and surrounded the Buddha.
The Buddha fought one against four. Although he no longer had the sharp killing moves like before, he was able to fight left and right without losing.
Under siege by four people, the Buddha swayed from side to side like a waterweed under the rapid water. The most jaw-dropping thing is that under the control of magical yoga, his body became as soft as a waterweed in rivers, seas and lakes.
It swings into graceful rippling dances that only water plants can do.
As time passed by, the man in black gradually became impatient.
Their mission was aborted midway, and now they were entangled by their former killer colleagues. If they continue to fight like this, they may very well arouse the vigilance of the British security agencies.
One side was uneasy, the other was calm, and the situation of the battle immediately changed.
The Buddha caught the slight flaw exposed by a man in black and knocked him to the ground with lightning speed.
The screams echoed throughout the entire exhibition hall, and the remaining men in black no longer wanted to fight.
They exchanged glances with each other and withdrew from the battle.
The Buddha immediately stopped his attack. He was a devout Buddhist, and he did not want to go on a killing spree in front of the true body relics of the Buddha Sakyamuni.
Perhaps they were worried that the police would come after hearing the news, or perhaps they were worried that the Buddha would attack from behind. These men in black panicked and picked up fire extinguishers and smashed the glass on the windows.
The Buddha stood next to the Buddha's bone relics and watched calmly as the man in black smashed the window and left.
However, something unexpected happened to the Buddha.
The drake whose eyes were scratched had lost his fighting ability. When he was about to embark on the road to escape, his companions seemed not to want to carry a burden that they couldn't even see the way.
The ugliest and darkest scene in human nature appeared, and a dagger quietly pierced the chest of the drake.
This man who did not fall on the battlefield died at the hands of his companions.
Buddha sighed and slowly closed his eyes.
The beads are rotating, and the purple beads that go up and down seem like the reincarnation of the world.
One reincarnation after another.
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The street lights are dim, the biting cold wind blows, and the shadows of the trees are desolate.
Suddenly, a sigh sounded from the sycamore tree on the roadside.
A helpless and angry sigh.
Soon, the sigh was lost in the howling wind.
Under the blurry night, four black figures jumped out from the exhibition hall on the third floor of the Museum of London.
At this moment, a gray figure also flew out of the sycamore tree.
Ah, the black figure who jumped out of the window sill first suddenly screamed, and then fell heavily to the roadside.
The gray figure was like a bolt of lightning, suddenly piercing the night sky and flying quickly towards the London Museum.
"No, there are still enemies downstairs."
Soon after speaking, the man in black who issued the alarm was intercepted by a gray figure in the air before he could finish his words.
White light flashed, and the palm of the gray figure struck the man in black's neck heavily. With a crisp sound of bones cracking, the man in black flew towards the flower bed on the roadside like a kite with its string broken.
After killing the enemy with one blow, the gray figure immediately stopped its forward momentum, tapped the glass curtain wall of the museum with its toes, and jumped up again.
As they went up and down, the third man in black jumped off the window sill and instantly came face to face with the gray figure.
He has a handsome oriental face with a faint smile on his angular face.
Unfortunately, this smiling face made the man in black unhappy because a big hand was stuck around his neck.
A trace of despair flashed in the eyes of the man in black. He had already guessed that the owner of this smiling face was the most famous legendary figure in the dark world.
"The wind of hell."
The man in black struggled to spit out a name, and then slowly closed his eyes.
The man in black suddenly fell to the ground, but Ye Feng was still floating in the air because he was holding two feet in his hands.
These are the feet of the fourth and last man in black who jumped out of the window sill.
He pulled his hands down suddenly, then raised his legs, bent his knees and hit the man in black's crotch hard.
The screams were earth-shattering, and Ye Feng fell to the ground.
In an instant, the street fell into silence again.
Ye Feng turned around and walked to the side of the road, pulling out the blood from the corpse of a man in black.
In the hazy night, a few streaks of bright red blood streaks were faintly visible on the dark blade.
Next to the museum, a crisp round of applause sounded.
"Wonderful, wonderful. Four kills in one strike, this is the style of the King of Killers."
Ye Feng laughed and took the blood drink into his arms. "Okay, little girl, stop hiding and come out quickly."
A slender figure walked out, it was the Buddha's twin sister An Qi.
"Amitabha."
With the sound of the Buddha's name, the Buddha jumped out of the window sill and floated to the ground. "The wind of hell, long time no see."
Ye Feng held the Buddha's hand with a knowing smile on his face. "I knew you would show up in London."
The Buddha laughed and looked up at the exhibition hall on the third floor of the museum. "It is my lifelong wish to be able to worship the Buddha's light in person."
"The wind of hell." An Qi walked over with a smile on her face. "The knife I gave you is still useful."
"Of course, the first blow just now was completed by Blood Drink."
Ye Feng felt particularly happy when he met his old friends in a foreign country.
However, Ye Feng also knew that the two old friends had special status and it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time.
After hastily making an appointment with the two of them, the three friends parted ways.
After a while, police sirens rang through the sky.
Fortunately, the Duke of Buckingham arrived in time and saved Ye Feng from the pain of his words.
The police were busy investigating the scene and reinstalling anti-theft devices for the museum.
Ye Feng was free and went to the roadside alone, carefully examining the body.
The corpses were all wearing white ribbons on their wrists. A name suddenly popped into Ye Feng's mind and he hurriedly checked the corpse again.
Since the operation was at night, in order to better hide their traces, these corpses were all wearing black night clothes, and even their hands were wearing black gloves.
Gently pulling off the black gloves, Ye Feng discovered something he expected.
White Gloves, these killers are all from the Silver Hand.