As the young monk took action, many monks jumped down from the high wall.
They held bright knives in their hands and struck at the young monk, intending to kill him.
"Let's go." The young monk called to the bamboo pole demon and opened the way in front.
The bamboo stick monster held the little boy with one hand and the little girl with the other, and followed closely behind him.
Soon, the little monk and the others disappeared from the corner, leaving behind corpses on the ground and the fat banshee huddled together, shivering.
"This, this God of Death..." The fat banshee swallowed, feeling lingering fear.
"Ouch, ouch." The old woman moaned from the side.
The fat succubus walked over and turned her inside out.
"Damn this." The old woman started to do it, groaned and cursed.
"You should be satisfied." The fat banshee said angrily, "I didn't see those monks and knocked them down with one finger. You are lucky enough to be alive now."
The old woman was out of breath and just about to stand up, she was pushed by the fat banshee again, "Quickly, pack up and wash these clothes."
"Ah?" The old woman was startled.
"Ah, what, should I wash it?" said the fat banshee.
"Then, then they..."
"They are my lifeblood now. Let me tell you, give me good food and drink. If they do anything wrong, I will skin you!" The fat banshee said a cruel word and smiled at her.
The three little girls who were left behind walked over and said, "Come on, are you hungry? My godmother will take you to eat something delicious."
By the time they left Huanxi Tower, the young monk already had several stab wounds on his body, and one even scratched his cheek diagonally.
Fortunately, the bamboo pole monster took action in time, and the knife only scratched the flesh, otherwise the little monk would have been blinded.
This also let the bamboo pole monster know that although the little monk would die if he pointed out his fingers, he would be unable to defeat four hands with two fists, and there would be a time when a flaw would be revealed.
Fortunately, the young monk killed people too cruelly, and later those monks no longer dared to come up to die.
Back on the street, the bamboo pole monster saw the old monk and two large carriages surrounded.
The streets, the eaves on both sides, and the pavilions are all densely packed with monks and monsters.
A large number of unconscious monks were lying around the carriage, which was why the enemy could not attack them.
The old monk protected the few people who stole the grain and the monk's wife behind him. When he saw the young monk who came out, he was shocked and said, "Your face..."
"No problem," the young monk said.
He glanced at the sky and saw that it was getting dark.
"Let's go." he said.
"Let's go? Can you leave?" One person smiled sinisterly.
The monks and monsters standing on the eaves made way for a particularly large space.
Then, "bang, bang", a particularly fat monk moved to the eaves with difficulty, holding Buddhist beads in his hand, smiling at the young monk and the others.
"Senior brother, long time no see." The fat monk said.
His voice was very thin and harsh, which made people a little uncomfortable.
"Is this a monk or a eunuch?" the bamboo stick monster muttered.
"You bastard!" The fat monk was furious, and he hit the bamboo stick monster with the beads in his hand.
This Buddha bead is as fast as lightning. When it gets close, it becomes larger in the blink of an eye, as big as a stone. It hits the bamboo pole demon with the power of thunder.
This move was so fast that the bamboo pole demon had no chance to react and could only stay where it was and die.
"boom!"
The old monk greeted him with a palm, broke the beads into pieces, and scattered them all over the ground.
He looked at the people on the eaves in surprise, "You, are you a junior brother?"
The bamboo pole demon was still frightened, but he did not dare to speak nonsense, and accidentally offended the abbot of the Temple of the Reclining Buddha.
"Junior brother sixteen, I've met my senior brother." The fat monk clasped his hands together in a sissy tone.
"Why are you so fat?" the old monk asked again.
"Nonsense, there is so much food piled up in the temple. If we don't eat more, we will rob the people for nothing." The bamboo pole demon couldn't help but mock.
The fat monk doesn’t talk about why he is fat.
He glanced at the young monk and said, "Senior brother has not left the cell for thousands of years. I didn't expect that today I was persuaded by a young monk."
"It was obviously me who persuaded you." The bamboo pole demon hid behind the old monk, "Don't be so pretentious."
The fat monk ignored him, "But senior brother, this battle was too big. He actually killed so many people. Master has warned us that when we cultivate Buddhism and cultivate our minds, we must not violate the precepts, let alone kill."
"You are wrong again. It was the old monk who caused the coma and the young monk who died." said the bamboo pole demon.
The old monk ignored him and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha."
He looked up at the fat monk and said, "Thank you for still remembering Master's teachings. How many people's blood have been stained on your hands over the years!"
"Brother, you have wronged me. My hands are very clean." The fat monk stretched out his hands. They were white and clean, but he was very fat.
"It would be good to make Baiyun Pig Knuckles." The young monk suddenly said.
"What?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.
"Nothing, I want to eat the food from the shopkeeper." The young monk said to the bamboo pole demon.
"It's disgusting, you actually talk about people...my hands are pig hands, kill him!" The big fat monk pointed at the little monk.
As soon as he finished speaking, before the monks could take action, there was a "click", and the eaves could not support the fat monk and collapsed.
The fat monk fell down after him.
"Abbott!" everyone exclaimed.
"No..." The bamboo pole demon looked at the dust falling from the eaves, "The leader appeared so majestic, and was destroyed before he even took action?"
It's too hasty.
Just as he said that, a fat shadow flashed out from the smoke and dust, pointing directly at the old monk.
"I suffered a loss thousands of years ago, do you think I will suffer again today?" The old monk snorted coldly, stretched his right hand forward, and grabbed the punch.
The two fell apart at the first touch.
The fat monk jumped up into the sky, and the old monk jumped up after him, and they started fighting in the air.
Below, the monks and city guards swarmed up and came to kill the young monk and the others.
The bamboo pole monster pulled the little monk and the others back to a corner, so that the enemies could only attack from two directions, while the little boy and the others were protected behind them.
There is endless fighting in the sky, and they are no match for each other.
Underground, the young monk raised his finger and saw blood. Someone was bound to die.
Gradually, some monsters and monks did not dare to go up.
They surrounded and refused to attack, and even took a step back when the young monk took a step forward.
Wealth is important, but you have to survive to enjoy it.
"A bunch of losers!" someone outside the crowd was angry.
"The city lord is here!" someone shouted.
Surrounded by the monsters, the monks got out of the way.
Before the bamboo pole monster could see clearly what the city lord looked like, a black shadow flashed in, its hands flashed with cold light, covering the young monk.
The young monk took action hastily.
"Pfft!"
The black shadow stood still, the sword in his hand thrust into the young monk's chest.
As for the black shadow, he looked normal.
"The city lord succeeded!" The monsters behind him cheered.
The black shadow was not happy at all.
He stared blankly at the little monk's bloody fingers, "If you step out, step out, you will die if you step out..."
He suddenly raised his head, with flames of unwillingness and anger in his eyes, "What you are doing is neither kung fu nor Taoism, it is... it is a law!"
Black Shadow is unwilling to give in!
He thought that his skills were just meager, but he didn't expect that someone's fingering technique could actually be a rule!
He had just tried his best to dodge, and with the young monk's physical skills, if it were magic or sword skills, the young monk's fingers would not be able to touch him at all.
But the little monk just stretched out slightly, and his chest hit him and was penetrated directly.
If I had known this, I should have asked the two men to come up and take the command of the law, and follow him to take his life!
"boom!"
The city lord who had just appeared fell at the feet of the young monk and died with his eyes open.
The two monks fighting in the sky stopped.
"Law!" They looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.