Nine hundred and seventieth chapters recognize the Lord
Fighting suddenly broke out.
Guns roared, roars roared, screams pierced, shouts wailed, and it was chaos.
Bullets flew across the body, pierced the body, spilled blood, and hit the buildings on the ground. The thousand-year-old temple was being destroyed.
More than a hundred monks attacked the people who snatched the ancient bell. As soon as they fought, nearly half of the monks were killed and injured. The remaining monks were not afraid of death. They ignored life and death and used their lives to protect the ancient bell from being taken away.
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A fast-moving monk rushed into the enemy group and engaged in a head-on battle. His fierce side was revealed. He punched out and broke the enemy's neck with a click. He pushed his knee and the enemy's lower body was broken with a clicking sound, and his fingers were inserted like knives.
The heart of the enemy!
Fighting in close combat, frontal fighting is the bloodiest. A group of monks will attack with deadly attacks, and go to the enemy's vulnerable places to greet them. The main purpose of everything is to kill the enemy.
Perhaps the monks of Yuan Qi Nourishing Earth have improved their physiques and their fighting power is fierce, but they are still unable to defeat the power of firearms. After killing more than ten enemies, most of our own casualties were lost!
"Now that we have taken action, we will kill them all, notify the logistics, and hold off the Chinese military and police to cover our evacuation!"
The man in the peaked cap roared ferociously, shook his hand and fired three shots. Each shot took away the life of a monk. The pistol seemed to have come to life in his hand. He hit wherever he pointed, and there was no miss.
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Bang bang bang...
After receiving the order, the gunfire became louder and more intensive. Under cross fire, in less than a minute, less than ten of the more than one hundred monks could stand.
From the beginning of the battle to now, less than two minutes have passed, and the outsiders have overwhelmingly defeated the monks.
They have guns. As long as the difference in physical fitness is not too big, no matter how high their martial arts skills are, they are still afraid of bullets. The enemy will not give them many opportunities for close combat at all.
"You...Buddha will not forgive you, kill me!"
The burly monk who came to negotiate had a distorted face, and his eyes were filled with pain. The fellow apprentice who was smiling not long ago was now separated forever. He was so angry that he rushed towards the peaked cap desperately.
He sees that the other party is the leader, and he will kill him even if the situation is over!
"He is mine. Let me learn the so-called seventy-two unique skills. I don't know how many of them you have practiced!"
The peaked cap put the pistol back into his waist and said, waving his hand to stop his men from shooting and killing him.
He clenched his fists, making a crackling sound all over his body. He crouched slightly, and then rushed out like a cheetah. The two sides quickly approached, but they only met each other. The man in the peaked cap hit his knee on the burly monk's chest.
Click, pop...!
The monk's chest and abdomen collapsed, and his sternum was broken to an unknown extent. He spat out blood and fell to the ground, staring with reluctance and horror on his face.
The man in the peaked hat stood up, patted his trouser legs and said disdainfully: "Is this the so-called warrior monk? He is vulnerable. It seems that you have been peaceful for too long. The so-called martial arts has been reduced to a trick for people's entertainment, which makes people
disappointment!"
"You!" The burly monk Wenyan was shocked and angry. He pointed at the other person and wanted to say something, but he couldn't lift it up and fell to the ground dead.
To be fair, that group of monks were quite incompetent. One person beat up ten or twenty ordinary people just for fun, but they encountered this group of more ferocious outsiders.
Bai Yang, who was secretly observing, sighed in his heart. China had been peaceful for too long. Although those monks were worthy of their martial arts, they lacked a murderous spirit, a lack of perseverance, and a lack of a disregard for death. These things were missing. When they
He behaved so badly when facing a group of outsiders with bloody hands.
There is actually no way around this. When Chinese people practice martial arts, they rarely have the opportunity to fight with their lives. Without experiencing life and death battles, how can they maximize the lethality of their own force?
"If that monk hadn't been shocked by the other party's murderous intention and had been more decisive, he could have at least injured the other party. It's a pity." Qing He sighed. Standing at her height, she could certainly see the difference between the two sides.
"This is only temporary. The people on this land have been at peace for too long. Their blood has been drained by singing and dancing. Qinghe, when the people on this land experience blood and fire, you can't imagine how powerful they will be.
, It just takes some time, you will know later," Bai Yang said calmly.
He did not take action to save those monks, not because he was indifferent, but because the people in this land needed something to awaken their bloody nature. Without experiencing despair, the people in this land could always find excuses for their weakness to retreat.
If it doesn't work once, then twice, and one day the people on this land will burst out with power that shocks the whole world!
The world is changing. You have to rely on yourself for everything. Don’t always think about world peace. Life dangers may break out around you at any time in the future!
"What to do with those people?"
On the other side, one of the outsiders came to the man in the peaked hat and pointed at a group of fake monks in the monastery and asked.
"It was supposed to be a simple task, but more than twenty brothers died. Since we have already started, I don't mind killing more." The man in the peaked hat looked at the fake monk in the monastery and said indifferently.
His men hesitated and said: "But they are all civilians!"
"How many civilians have you killed on the African battlefield?" the peaked hat asked.
"I see……"
Now that things have happened, we don't mind making it bigger. If we kill one official, China will not let them go. What's the difference between that and killing a hundred?
Next, a group of fake monks in the monastery were horrified to find that the outsiders had pointed their guns at them.
"Don't blame us for being ruthless. If you want to blame it, blame the bunch of dead monks outside. They said they didn't want to kill people but didn't listen. They killed our brothers and didn't have time to seek revenge from their families. So they can only find some on you."
Interest!"
Someone held a gun and said coldly.
As soon as the words fell, gunshots rang out, and someone fell into a pool of blood.
Gunshots fired and people fell, one after another.
Screams and desperate pleas intertwined, this place was like hell, a pure place of Buddhism, but it became a slaughterhouse!
In the corner of the monastery, an old monk tremblingly held a young monk who was only four or five years old. Seeing the bloody scene in front of him, he had no choice but to despair.
"Master, why are they killing people?" the little monk asked ignorantly. He didn't know what it meant to be afraid when faced with the bloody scene in front of him.
"Because they are devils, beasts in human skins," the old monk trembled.
"But they are obviously human beings."
"No, they are no longer human. Maybe they were once, but when they kill people at will, they are no longer human."
"Didn't the Buddha say that all people's hearts are kind?"
"Buddha is kind because Buddha has the means to conquer demons. If Buddha wants people to be kind, they must be kind. Those who are not kind will be killed by Buddha."
"?" The little monk didn't understand.
The old monk said: "Yiming, remember, if you can survive and have strong power in the future, you can let whoever you want to be kind be kind..."
Before he finished speaking, a gunshot rang out, and the old monk fell down with a bullet in his eyebrows.
"Master, master, I think everyone is kind, but you haven't told me how to have the power to make people kind." The young monk asked the old monk who fell to the ground in fear.
But the old monk could no longer answer him.
With tears falling from his eyes, the young monk cried: "Master, how powerful does a powerful force need to be to make everyone kind?"
The young monk Yiming was ignorant and his innocent heart was fully exposed.
His simple thought seemed to be answered. The ancient clock that was being loaded onto a truck by outsiders no longer chimed at a uniform frequency. It trembled slightly and a buzzing sound echoed through the mountains and fields for dozens of miles.
Immediately afterwards, a faint bronze light shone on the ancient bell, and it immediately flew up, breaking away from gravity and floating in the sky above the young monk's head.
This situation immediately shocked the outsiders who were killing people, and they all turned their attention here.
The young monk looked at the ancient clock above his head, then at the master's body, and finally looked at the people around him and cried: "You are all bad people and unkind. Buddha should kill you!"
when!
After the young monk finished speaking, the ancient bell above his head chimed loudly, the bronze light on the bell's body flashed, and a circle of sound waves swept out.
The invisible sound wave was so miraculous that a bunch of fake monks were swept away. However, after those outsiders were swept away by the bell, they seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer and flew backwards, spurting blood and falling to the ground dead!
"Is this a treasure identifying its owner? It's said in the novel, but why isn't that person me? Young monk Yiming? How virtuous and capable he is..."
A young fake monk in the crowd muttered to himself as he witnessed everything, let alone envy, jealousy, and hatred.
In the dark, Qing He looked at Bai Yang with a puzzled look on his face. Could it be that he really recognized his owner? A first-grade magic weapon recognized its owner? What a joke.
"I did it," Bai Yang said.
Of course, the first-grade magic weapon does not have the advanced function of recognizing its owner. Bai Yang just thought that the little monk named Yiming was pleasing to his eyes, so he forcibly stamped the mark of Yiming on the ancient bell, which was regarded as recognizing its owner. The magic weapon followed the owner's mentality.
After exerting his power, Xiao Yiming felt that those people deserved it, and Gu Zhong showed his terrifying power!
It requires the power of the soul to activate the magic weapon. Yiming's soul is fragile. When Gu Zhong exerts his power once, his face turns pale, as if he will collapse at any time after a serious illness.
Fortunately, this is just a first-grade magic weapon. If it were a higher level, the young monk would probably have died after exerting his power this time.
"this……"
The outsiders were all supposed to die under the sound of the bell, but at this moment, one person stood up unsteadily, looking at the ancient bell with a horrified look on his face and burning eyes.
The one who stood up was the leader of the outsiders, the man in the peaked cap.
Seeing Yiming and Gu Zhong, he seemed to understand something, and walked towards the crumbling little monk Yiming step by step with fiery eyes.
If you take away the little monk, you will get the ancient bell, and it can also show extraordinary power!
boom!
At this moment, a man quickly appeared on the wall of the Zen Temple, his eyes filled with anger as he looked at the scene in front of him.
The man in the peaked hat suddenly turned around and saw the expression of the person on the wall change. He quickly took out a small injection from his arms and injected it into himself.
"Are those people at the bottom of the mountain the same as you? They are all dead now, and next is you. You should not come to China to try to steal treasures!" The people on the wall said coldly.
Secretly, Bai Yang looked at the people on the wall and raised his eyebrows, thinking that they actually succeeded...
