"Namo Amitabha!" A Buddha's name slowly rose up. Hearing the peacefulness and tranquility, the pilgrims gave way one after another.
An old monk in gray clothes slowly walked over, followed by six young monks. They were all full of energy and energy, and their eyes were shining with bright light, making people dare not look directly at him.
The old monk in gray clothes is tall and thin, with a pair of snow-white eyebrows that droop to the corners of his eyes. They are long and bright, like a longevity star. His face is kind and gentle, making him look approachable.
He slowly came to Chu Li to tithe, and asked calmly: "The two donors are polite."
Chu Lihe tithes and says with a smile: "Is the monk a disciple of Zhuanlun Temple?"
"The poor monk is a disciple of Zhuanlun Temple." The old monk Heshi nodded and said, "I wonder what your two benefactors do?"
Chu Li said: "Then I'm sorry. Your temple attacked four of our sects and killed thirty people in our branch. No one was left alive. As the Dharma King of the Light Holy Religion, I have no choice but to offend.
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"The Holy Sect of Light?" The old monk looked at the two of them calmly, seemingly with compassion.
Chu Li smiled: "Our holy religion has always embraced compassion. It's not like Guisi, who talks about compassion but is more vicious than anyone else. Monk, just don't worry. I won't kill anyone, I will only destroy people."
After mastering your martial arts skills, let’s start with the points next to the monk!”
As soon as he finished speaking, before the six monks behind the old monk across from him could speak, they waved their hands one after another, and six air sabers suddenly passed through them.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!" The six monks flew out at the same time, widening their eyes in the air and staring at Chu Li unwillingly. They fell heavily onto the courtyard wall, slid down softly, and were paralyzed at the base of the wall, unable to move.
They were all holding their lower abdomen at the Dantian area, and their breath was like a gossamer.
Chu Li's six swords accurately penetrated their Dantian, which directly shattered their cultivation. Even if they wanted to repair it, it would be very difficult. The power of the air sword directly destroyed the meridians, making it difficult to repair them.
Chu Li glanced at the six people calmly, his eyes swept over the silent faces of the surrounding pilgrims, and finally fell on the old monk. He smiled and said, "Do you have anything to say, monk?"
"Namo Amitabha!" The old monk's snow-white eyebrows twitched slightly, and he announced the name of the Buddha and sighed: "The donor is too unreasonable. Even if our temple has been offended, why doesn't the donor directly find the person who offended the donor? Why should he vent his anger on other innocent people?
man of!"
Chu Li laughed loudly and said: "What you are saying should ask our dead disciples, how guilty they were, and when did they offend the most benevolent monk of your Zhuanlun Temple?"
"The donor is so extreme, I can only offend him!" The old monk shook his head, sighed, and raised his voice: "Where is the protector!"
"Here!" Amidst thunderous shouts, ten middle-aged monks wearing gray monk robes fluttered down, passing over the heads of the pilgrims and surrounding Chu Li. Their figures were elegant and calm, and their speed was extremely fast.
They all hold a bronze stick in their hands, which is similar to their height.
The ten people have similar shapes, and their looks are all fierce. They are not like the monks. They don't have the peace of the monks. Instead, they are full of anger, as if their whole body is filled with anger.
The pilgrims around did not find it strange. This was the angry state of the Ming Dynasty King, and it was done to subjugate demons.
"Take this person down!" The old monk stretched out his hand and pointed at Chu Li.
"Yes!" The ten people shouted loudly, turning quickly, waving the copper stick like a wheel hub.
Chu Li suddenly disappeared as soon as they lifted up their copper sticks. Then he swung his hands quickly and hit all ten air knives. At such a close range, almost no one could dodge the light sword. Although these ten people were masters of Tianwaitian.
But not top-notch.
Even so, it is already rare for a small Jiren Temple to have ten masters of Tianwaitian, just like the situation of Guangming Holy Sect falling into Qiucheng.
"Bang bang bang bang" ten monks in costumes flew up, and the copper sticks in their hands fell to the ground one after another, making a clanging sound. They covered their Dantian and stared at him with gloomy expressions.
Chu Li saw that they didn't care about his martial arts being abolished and were so determined. He looked at the old monk in surprise, shook his head and said: "It seems that your Zhuan Lun Temple is really extraordinary, and you actually have such a protector."
"Almsgiver Zhao." The old monk's long silver eyebrows twitched twice, but he still looked at him calmly: "The yin and yang rotate, existence and non-existence are generated, and virtuality and reality are merged. King Zhao should know that he will not be proud for long."
Chu Li nodded and said: "What the monk said is reasonable. This time I would like to say hello to your Zhuan Lun Temple. I, Zhao Dahe, have always acted like this. If we kill thirty of us, your Zhuan Lun Temple will lose sixty or even nine."
Ten, this is my style!"
After saying this, he disappeared in a flash and appeared in a main hall the next moment. The bright sword was shot out. Before the monks sitting on the futon could move, the flying knife was already approaching, destroying their cultivation one by one.
Then he flashed into several rooms again, and regardless of their cultivation level, they were all destroyed.
In the blink of an eye, the huge Jiren Temple had been completely destroyed by him, but the white-browed monk in front of him did not know martial arts and could not be destroyed.
"How?" Chu Li looked at him with a smile: "Does the monk have anything to say?"
"The poor monk can only give one piece of advice to Almsgiver Zhao: there is no end to the sea of suffering." The old monk sighed: "Otherwise, I'm afraid his life will be short."
"Haha!" Chu Li laughed twice: "You are not going to die soon? What a loud tone. I want to see what your Zhuanlun Temple is capable of. Say goodbye!"
After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving Jiren Temple directly.
All the pilgrims watched them leave, with expressions of surprise and pity on their faces. Such an arrogant guy could not possibly live for too long. Zhuan Lun Temple would definitely kill him. No matter how powerful he was, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of Zhuan Lun Temple.
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Shi Zonggu followed Chu Li out of Jiren Temple and walked on the street. He frowned and asked, "Dharma King, why don't you just kill them to avenge the disciples of the branch!"
His tone was tough and very angry.
None of the thirty disciples who were assigned to the helm survived, and no chickens or dogs were spared. Such viciousness was simply unbearable. He wished he could kill all the monks in Jiren Temple. Even though there were more than forty of them, there were only ten masters of the Heaven and Earth.
Even if you kill him, you won't be able to understand his hatred.
Chu Li glanced at him, shook his head and said: "Yesterday, I killed thirty masters of Tianwaitian, and only allowed the Supreme Monk to escape with his life. There is no need to kill the rest. I only need to abolish their martial arts and weaken their strength.
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"His Majesty, didn't you say you would retaliate multiple times?"
"There are many types of revenge. Killing them directly and abolishing their martial arts have different consequences." Chu Li shook his head and said: "For the sake of the overall situation, it is best to abolish their martial arts. It is not necessary to kill them all."
He will never be merciful to those who come to kill him, and he will definitely kill those who come to him on his own initiative, but he will not be so ruthless if he comes to kill himself. He can just abolish his martial arts and ignore the threat.
"I didn't expect His Holiness to be so benevolent!" Shi Zonggu snorted.
Chu Li glanced at him sideways.
Shi Zonggu was shocked, and the hairs all over his body stood up, and then he remembered that his methods were indeed extremely ruthless. He dared to kill the altar leader when he was just a helmsman, so he coughed lightly and turned away, not daring to look at him.
Chu Li hummed: "Then the next one, the branch in Haicangshan!"
ps: The update is complete. I wish everyone a happy Winter Solstice! (To be continued.)