The first thousand one hundred and seventieth chapters
"what are you doing!"
The monk standing outside the cell turned around and looked at this scene in surprise.
Before he could understand, there was a bloody hole in his chest, and he fell backwards with confusion in his eyes.
The bamboo stick monster stretched out his hand, grabbed him, took off the key from his waist, and reached out to open the door from the outside.
"Amitabha, good, good." The old monk in the cell next to him clasped his hands together and sighed.
The bamboo stick monster turned to him and said: "Old monk, although you can't kill, you can come out and knock people out. The Buddha said that if you walk a hundred steps after a meal, you will live to be ninety-nine. You must come out for a walk, otherwise you will stay here.
In a prison cell where you never see the light of day, it takes you years and months to make great progress in your Zen studies?"
"Buddha said that you should walk a hundred steps after a meal?" The old monk wondered, "Why haven't I heard of it?"
On Buddhist texts, the old monk knew them by heart, and there was nothing he didn't know.
"I said it! You see, staying in this dark cave, are you behind the times? You need to go out more and see more of the world. Now there are many newly discovered Buddhas who were previously buried in old papers.
If you stay here, you won't be able to see the scriptures left behind." The bamboo pole demon tried his best to deceive.
The young monk turned around and looked at him in surprise. Unexpectedly, he saw the shadow of Shopkeeper Yu in this monster.
If you have the chance, you must send the bamboo stick monster to Shopkeeper Yu for further training.
The old monk was persuaded by the bamboo pole monster, "Is there a new scripture coming out?"
He stood up and said, "Quickly, open the cell door for me. By the way, I'm telling you that I have lived dozens of ninety-nine years."
"Your life is the same as your non-life." The bamboo stick monster opened the cell door for him and told him, "Remember, you can knock him out."
Since the old monk has a lifespan of several thousand years and was once the abbot of the Temple of the Reclining Buddha, he thought he had a brush that could help them stop the monsters in the city.
"Knock him out?" The old monk considered it and nodded, "Yes, why didn't I think of that?"
The bamboo pole monster rolled his eyes, now he knew why the old monk was the host, not the city lord.
I don’t know what the old man was thinking about after being in prison for so many years.
He turned back to greet everyone, "Who else wants to go out? I'll open the door for you."
He looked in the direction he came from, and there were faint footsteps. The monks were coming.
"I don't need it, there is food to eat here," the cuckold said.
The little boy looked at the bamboo stick monster, and the expression on his face spoke for itself, "Look, there is food to eat here."
The bamboo stick monster ignored him and opened the cell door directly, "There is food to eat outside. Later, I will help you rob the big family and open a granary."
He made his own decision and decided to turn the Reclining Buddha City into chaos before leaving. Anyway, they now have an old monk.
The little monk was not in a hurry and stood there waiting while the bamboo pole monster opened the cell door.
When the footsteps approached, the bamboo pole monster simply threw the key to the two men who stole the monk's food and the monk's wife, and asked them to open the cell door.
Compared with other prisoners who were hesitating between leaving and not leaving, these two people still had a very rebellious spirit.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stolen anything from the monk.
The monks were a little unprepared for the riot in the cell, or in other words, they did not expect that someone would escape from prison, so when they rushed over, they were in a hurry and had some panic on their faces.
"Go back!" They waved their whistle sticks, roared, and threatened, trying to control the situation.
But standing in front of them was the little monk.
He stretched out his hand and the whistle stick penetrated directly, leaving a bloody hole in the monk's body.
The monks were stunned. They didn't expect the young monk to be so ruthless!
The little monk didn't give them a chance to come to their senses.
He strode forward, and blood spattered wherever he passed. When all the monks passed by him, not one of them fell down, and not one of them was still alive.
"You, you..." The monks backed away in horror, "You are still a monk, your compassion, your..."
"Are you worthy of talking about mercy?"
The little monk blinked and closed the distance, and poked their eyes with the index fingers of his left and right hands.
His eyeballs exploded, there was a hole in the back of his head, and his brain was leaking.
The bamboo pole monster was startled. This was the first time he saw the young monk so violent.
"Amitabha." The young monk clasped his hands together and turned a blind eye to the blood stains on his body.
"You, you, madman, monster, monster!" The monks behind were so frightened by this scene that they no longer dared to resist.
They staggered and rolled outside, only hating their parents for missing a leg for them.
The more panicked I become, the weaker my legs become and the less able I am to walk.
The young monk passed by them and left corpses on the ground.
"Amitabha." The old monk couldn't stand it anymore, "Stop!"
The young monk listened but ignored.
When the old monk saw this, he disappeared from the spot with a "whoosh" and appeared in front of the young monk in the blink of an eye. Before the young monk could take action, he kicked a monk unconscious.
The young monk glanced at him and let go of the unconscious monk who was motionless.
Seeing that it was effective, the old monk said "Whoosh", a figure flashed past, and when he stopped in front, all the monks fell to the ground, unconscious.
"This old monk has a few brushes. Fortunately, I fooled him here." said the bamboo stick monster.
The old monk opened the way in front, and they broke out of the cave all the way. They saw the setting sun turning into the evening, dyeing the clouds in the sky red.
Suddenly seeing the sun, the old monk felt a little dizzy. He couldn't help but close his eyes and swayed.
My eyes and body, which have been in darkness for a long time, are no longer used to this light.
Several monks took the opportunity to step forward, raised their whistle sticks high, and struck the old monk on the head.
But before they met the old monk, several bloody holes were already opened in his chest, and he fell to the ground in horror.
The old monk opened his eyes and saw this scene, "You! Amitabha."
"Quick, quick, don't let them escape!"
Shouts rang out from the front yard, and a steady stream of monks rushed from the narrow alleyway with painted walls to the backyard, surrounding the young monk and the others.
"Why is there still an old monk?" The leading black-bearded monk frowned.
The bamboo stick monster stood next to the old monk and said, "Old monk, look, you've been in there for a long time, and they don't even recognize you anymore."
"You two monks are so bold, don't you look like Buddhist disciples at all?! Are you worthy of your bald heads and worthy of your master's teachings? The Buddha gave you the Tao, but you actually use it to kill people!" The black-bearded monk was heartbroken.
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"Buddha, look at it, your disciples have degenerated into this!" Blackbeard looked up to the sky and sighed.
"Okay!" He lowered his head suddenly and drew out the sword from his waist, "I will eradicate the evil followers of Lord Buddha today! All monks, listen to the order."
"exist!"
"Exterminate the sentry stick, take the sword, and kill them!"
"yes!"
"Hey." The bamboo stick monster admired the black-bearded monk's shamelessness, "Aren't you going to use the Tao given by the Buddha to kill people now?"
"That's different. I learned my killing skills before I became a monk." The black-bearded monk said.
The bamboo pole monster's jaw dropped, so does this damn thing.