A carriage drove slowly to the entrance of the alley, where two old men were playing chess.
The carriage passed by the two of them and stopped at a house.
The driver was a man in his forties. He held a whip in his hand and opened the curtain.
When there were two people carrying a pretty woman down.
The woman had already fainted and was carried into the yard by them.
There were more than a dozen men in their thirties in the yard, with their chests open and a sharp knife in their waists.
A bearded man walked out of the house, "Why did you bring one back?"
"Boss, the wind is getting tight these days!"
The bearded man glared at his subordinates fiercely, and had no choice but to say: "Bring them in first."
Downstairs.
A monk was kneeling on the futon, knocking on the wooden fish and reciting scriptures.
The bearded man pushed open the door and said respectfully: "Master Biqing has been brought here."
Monk Biqing stopped reciting the scriptures and did not look back.
"Why is there only one?"
The voice was cold, with a chill in it.
The bearded man swallowed his saliva and said, "There have been a lot of missing women recently, and the news is a bit tight, so it's hard to catch them."
The hall fell into silence.
My beard and beard were tense, and I didn't dare to breathe.
After a long time, he heard Bi Qing say leisurely: "Remove hands and feet."
The voice is very soft, but it can be heard clearly.
The bearded man breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes!"
"Amitabha."
A kind smile appeared on the corner of Monk Biqing's mouth. The thing in front of him was not a Buddha statue at all.
Instead, there are five wine jars in a row.
On the wine jars, each has a head.
Monk Biqing is using scriptures to dispel the resentment in their hearts.
"There are only five this month, and I don't know if it will delay Master's practice.
I am the Buddha who is compassionate!”
Suddenly a cry of surprise rang out.
The woman who had just been kidnapped woke up midway.
Monk Biqing frowned slightly.
As if he couldn't bear to see this scene, he closed his eyes again.
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
The bearded man blocked the woman's mouth and dragged her into a side house.
It was dark inside the house as soon as I entered the door.
A strong smell of blood assaulted my nostrils, and I don't know how many innocent people lost their lives here.
The bearded man took out the ring-shou knife, took a mouthful of wine and sprayed it on it.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The woman whimpered.
"I hope you can hold on."
I'm used to having a beard.
He raised the knife and dropped it hard.
The woman closed her eyes and let out a heart-rending scream.
However, no blood was spilled.
Instead, it made a "clang" sound of gold and iron.
The bearded man took two steps back, and a gap opened in the big sword in his hand.
A silver stream of light appeared in mid-air.
Is this... a flying sword?
...........
A gentle breeze blew through the alley, teasing the dead leaves on the road with a slight rustling sound.
Li Ping'an stood at the entrance of the alley, bent over.
With a piece of weed in his mouth, all his attention was focused on the chessboard between the two old men.
He has been waiting for a long time.
One of the stinky chess players finally went home for dinner.
Li Pingan sat down and said, "Uncle, let's have a plate."
The uncle readily agreed.
Li Pingan picked up a white stone and knocked it on the corner of the chessboard, making a crisp sound.
Lao Niu rolled his eyes in disgust.
With your skills, you can beat Monk Changqing.
That guy is still a deadbeat.
There is wind in the courtyard, constantly moving through it.
Sometimes it is blown by the wind, and sometimes it is mixed with the sound of wooden fish.
A bright lamp swayed in the wind, emitting a faint yellow light.
The flying sword flew past like a giant, and the silver light deflected slightly, hitting a huge stone in the yard.
The man hiding behind the boulder froze.
He vomited a lot of blood from his mouth and collapsed to the ground.
The silver sword flew in the air, blood splashed, and there was deathly silence in the small courtyard.
Two doors were violently knocked open.
The sound of the wooden fish stopped, and Monk Biqing frowned slightly.
His posture remained unchanged, and the silver light hit him hard from behind.
"bite!!"
There was a sharp crack and a burst of sparks.
"Amitabha!"
A golden aura vaguely appeared around Monk Biqing's body.
Then the sound of "ding-dong" continued to sound.
The sword curtain drawn by the silver sword turned faster and faster, forming a brilliant wall of light.
A circle of silver sword light enveloped Monk Biqing's body.
Monk Biqing frowned more and more, and recited Buddhist scriptures faster and faster.
...........
"Hey, I said you, a young man, just play chess. Why do you keep moving your fingers?"
The uncle couldn't help but ask.
"Is there something wrong with you?"
I saw Li Ping'an pinching it with one hand.
The index finger and middle finger of one hand are held together and straightened, while the ring finger and little finger are bent.
It was constantly swaying in mid-air, with a breeze lingering around it.
Li Ping'an smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm sparring with a beast."
The uncle's face changed.
Li Ping'an hurriedly said: "I'm not talking about you."
After a while.
The old man, whom Li Ping'an thought was a bad chess player, worked every step of the way and was about to win the game.
The uncle showed a proud smile.
Young people are still too impatient.
Li Ping'an frowned and pondered for a long time, fearing that this situation would be unsolvable...
I had no choice but to use a unique trick.
Li Pingan's expression was heavy.
Wave your sleeves and scatter the chessboard.
He stood up and said, "No more fun!"
The movements are completed in one go.
uncle:...........
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Ignore the sweet talk from behind.
.............
Pushing open the courtyard door, Li Pingan strode in.
There were many people lying scattered in the yard, none of them dead.
But no one could move, and almost everyone's hamstrings and hand tendons were picked.
There were only one or two, and Li Ping'an couldn't control his strength well.
Killed by accident.
Walk straight into the hall.
Monk Biqing fell into a pool of blood, covered in blood.
There is no longer any strength to resist.
Hearing the sound, he turned around and looked.
"...Who are you? I wonder if you have any grudge against this poor monk?"
"Someone paid money to buy your life."
"How much?"
Monk Biqing had hope in his heart. If the other party took money to do things, he could also give him money.
"One article." Li Ping'an said calmly.
Monk Biqing was stunned for a moment.
One...one article?
He thought he had heard wrongly.
No! I must have heard wrong.
"Moo!"
When Lao Niu saw the girl on the wine vat, he angrily kicked Monk Biqing.
I can no longer stand the beasts and cows.
"I'm asking you to answer. If you say nonsense, you will die. Do you understand?"
Monk Biqing: "....Understand!"
"Who is the mastermind behind your scenes?"
"My master, the abbot of Ganye Temple."
"What are you doing this for?"
"For the sake of immortality! Master said that it is nothing to die for one or two people for the sake of immortality."
Li Pingan was silent.
Lao Niu angrily kicked Bi Qing again.
It was not a person who died, but a mother, a wife, a daughter, and a family.