For young martial artists who are not even at the level of martial arts masters, breaking off the tendons of the hands and hamstrings is almost equivalent to a useless person. Even if the tendons are reconnected, it will not affect daily life, but if you want to fight bravely and fight fiercely, then
But don’t even think about it.
"Remember, I'm only temporarily exempting you from the death penalty. If you do bad things again in the future, Master Dao, I will personally execute you!" Xiao Dao said majesticly, and then carrying a shotgun on his back, he greeted Chen Dasheng and Old Lama Dorje.
Continue climbing up the mountain.
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"Brother Dao!"
Leaving behind the three heroes of Demon Rock, the three of them walked some distance up the mountain. Chen Dasheng, who was walking at the front carrying a big stick, suddenly turned back and looked at Xiaodao.
"What's the matter?" Xiao Dao raised his head and looked at Chen Dasheng, wondering what the boy was having.
Chen Dasheng said, "Those three guys just now, you picked their tendons and hamstrings. There is no village in front of them and no store in the back. How can they go down the mountain to find someone to treat them?"
When Xiaodao heard this, the muscles on his face twitched, and he said angrily, "I'll tell you, did I do it on purpose?"
"What?" Chen Dasheng was stunned.
"My Buddha is compassionate!" Duoji proclaimed the Buddha's name and sighed.
"Those guys have done a lot of evil and deserve to die!" Xiaodao said, turning to glance at Duoji, and said calmly, "I have given them a way to live. Whether they can survive depends on whether the Buddha is really compassionate. If
Someone passed by and saved them, which proves that the Buddha forgave them and gave them a chance to change their ways. Otherwise, it means that the Buddha refused to forgive them and they deserved to be sent to Abi Hell. So, old lama, don’t worry about it either.
It’s so sad.”
"Fuck, this guy's mouth is really amazing!" Chen Dasheng turned around and saw that the look of mercy and compassion on Duoji's face was indeed wiped out by Xiao Dao's few words. Even intentional murder was said so righteously, Chen Dasheng couldn't help but feel sorry for him in his heart.
Xiaodao was so impressed that he fell to the ground.
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After turning a mountain col, Chen Dasheng suddenly stopped and almost hit Chen Dasheng with his knife. Seeing that Chen Dasheng who was walking in front suddenly stopped walking, he couldn't help but came up with some doubts, "Why don't you leave?"
Looking forward, I saw an old monk sitting on a stone by the side of the mountain col, holding a wooden fish in his hand and banging it.
He is thin and wears old monk's robes that are washed out and turned white. He has a shiny bald head, long and white eyebrows and beard. His mouth moves and he doesn't know what sutra he is reciting.
It was really strange for an old monk to appear so unexpectedly on the barren mountains. It was no wonder that Chen Dasheng stopped moving forward.
"Do you know me?"
The old monk didn't seem to feel the arrival of the three people, and was still reciting the incomprehensible scriptures to himself. Chen Dasheng's eyes wandered to the old monk, and he turned to the knife and asked in a low voice.
Said. This boy is well-informed. As a national civil servant, he should know all the well-known masters in China.
"The evil monk Dingguang is an abandoned disciple of Laolin Temple. He rebelled from Laolin Temple in Nanhe Province seven years ago and has disappeared since then. He was a seventh-level martial artist at that time, but now he doesn't know what level he has reached!" As expected, the knife caught the old man at a glance.
The monk recognized it and said directly to Chen Dasheng.
Needless to say, he must have come to grab the treasure. When Chen Dasheng heard this, he felt more helpless. After walking a few steps, he encountered another obstacle. Seeing that the sky was starting to get dark, he probably wouldn't be able to reach the county seat.
Already.
"Although this old monk looks kind-hearted and looks like an eminent monk, he is actually a ruthless master who is good at using sound wave skills to hurt people invisible." Xiaodao continued, and saw the old monk thinking to himself.
After that, Xiao Dao smiled at Chen Dasheng, "I hate this kind of guy who likes to show off. Let's see how I deal with him!"
"Aren't you such a thing yourself?" Chen Dasheng rolled his eyes. This guy likes to pretend to be cool, and he actually has the nerve to look down on others. Moreover, this kid is seriously injured now, so why should he deal with others?
?
Xiaodao ignored Chen Dasheng, but smiled evilly, and took off the shotgun on his back. The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the old monk who was sitting on the stone meditating and chanting sutras. He gently touched it with his fingers.
On the trigger.
Looking at the old monk, he was still chanting sutras with his eyes closed. The expression on Chen Dasheng's face became a little weird. If the old monk was killed by the knife, then the old monk could only be...
Unable to smile bitterly.
"Bang!"
The gun had already been filled with gunpowder and iron sand. Once it was aimed, the knife pulled the trigger decisively. Between the electric light and flint, the iron sand filled in the barrel, accompanied by an ear-splitting sound and dazzling tongues of flame, shot directly towards the gun.
The old monk who didn't know anything about it shot him.
The powerful recoil made Knife stagger back a step before he could stabilize his body. The shotgun shot was a big piece, and the iron sand flew out. If it hit, it would definitely become a hornet's nest. The physical body of a martial artist is not enough to do this.
To withstand such a huge impact at close range.
"Boom!"
At the moment when the knife pulled the trigger, something miraculous happened. The wooden fish in the old monk's hand was knocked hard, making a deafening sound, and then a faint energy light curtain swayed from the wooden fish.
Come on.
Each piece of iron sand was directly blocked by the energy light wave and stagnated in mid-air for a moment. As the light wave disappeared, one after another fell directly in front of the old monk.
"Wow, is this the sonic skill?" Chen Dasheng's eyes almost popped out. The old monk's hand looked unusually handsome. No wonder he was so calm. He still had a backup plan.
"Amitabha, donor, is it too harsh to take action?" Muyu's voice suddenly stopped, and the old monk finally opened his eyes and glanced sideways at Chen Dasheng and the others.
"Haha, in front of Master Dingguang, how can we be considered ruthless?!" Xiaodao put the shotgun with the barrel still emitting black smoke on his back and laughed at the old monk.
Xiaodao was obviously a little afraid of this old monk. After saying a sentence, he subconsciously took a step back and retreated behind Chen Dasheng.
The old monk didn't seem to hear Xiao Dao's words, but said to himself, "Those three people at the bottom of the mountain are just a few petty thieves. The donor actually broke off their limbs. He just made a sneak attack on the poor monk, and he wasn't cruel enough."
Is it spicy?”
His voice was trembling, but his face was filled with compassion.
Chen Dasheng frowned and said, "You are here, how do you know what is going on at the foot of the mountain? Could it be that you gave the information to the three heroes of the Demon Rock?"
"Amitabha, yes, no, what's the point now? The poor monk just recited a sutra for the three donors. I wonder if the three donors felt a trace of the poor monk's thoughts?" The old monk said calmly.
road.
"Sutra? What sutra?" There was a strange light in Chen Dasheng's eyes. He just heard the old monk muttering. How could you understand what he was reciting? Perhaps only Duoji could understand it.
"What he recited was the Rebirth Mantra!" said the Dorje Lama.
"Rebirth curse?" Chen Dasheng and Xiaodao heard the words, and the expressions on their faces immediately became wonderful.
The old monk laughed and said, "The Rebirth Mantra can lead these three people directly to bliss. There is no need to thank the poor monk."
"Brother Monkey, beat him to death!" Seeing the sinister smile on the old monk's face, Xiao Dao felt uncomfortable and shouted directly at Chen Dasheng.
"Hahaha!" When the old monk heard this, he laughed even more wildly. He gently stroked his beard with his right hand and said, "In the past, the poor monk might have avoided three points, but now? According to the poor monk
As far as the monk knows, you are all injured. Just a fifth-level martial artist wants to embarrass a poor monk. Is the donor telling a joke?"
Hearing this, Xiaodao huddled behind Chen Dasheng and smiled back, "Dingguang, there used to be many people who had the same idea as you. Unfortunately, they are all dead now. I don't know the intentions of the person who sent you the news. You are hiding from them."
It’s been seven years, so why bother running out to die? Huh? By the way, didn’t you come here to steal the treasure? Why didn’t I see you asking for it?”
"Amitabha!" The old monk clasped his hands together, chanted the name of the Buddha, and said solemnly, "When the poor monk sends the three of them to the Paradise of Paradise, then the treasure will naturally belong to the poor monk, so why bother asking? (To be continued, please search
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