As soon as the person here fell down, the other person's face suddenly changed!
"Senior brother, are you okay?"
Another impostor quickly ran over.
"Be careful...this cripple is not ordinary..." The one who fell to the ground was hit by my hand skills. His face was so painful that he was sweating. He lay limply on the ground and looked at me in horror.
I looked at the guy who wasn't injured yet, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.
But soon, he looked at the old man and his wife on the other side.
My heart moved, and I had already guessed his next move!
"Nary, I can't beat you lame, I still don't believe I can't beat these two old guys!!"
Sure enough, as soon as I saw that my companion was easily knocked to the ground by me, the other one did not dare to take any risks and rushed directly towards the old man and his wife.
The old man and his wife didn't expect that I could bring down such a burly man. They still had excited smiles on their faces, and they didn't expect that the impostor would frantically want to capture them as hostages.
But as soon as that guy started running, I, who had already anticipated his move, didn't hesitate and just threw the ax in my hand at him!
Faced with such an ordinary person, I did not kill him directly, I just threw the ax slightly.
The ax smashed over, and immediately after, a tragic wail sounded!
The impostor who wanted to capture the old man and his wife as hostages was directly hit by an axe, and then suffered a bloody gash on his leg and fell to the ground immediately!
I looked at it and saw that the bloody gash made by the ax was not deep and the blood did not flow too much, but the guy had obviously been frightened to the point of peeing.
The impostor fell to the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"Master, please spare my life. I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore. Please spare my life and let me change my ways..."
As soon as one person begged for mercy, the one who fell to the ground first also imitated the situation and began to beg for mercy.
"Master, we are too blind to see. We have offended the master unintentionally. Please forgive us..." The two impostors kowtowed and begged for mercy.
I glanced at them, my face as cold as water.
I said calmly: "You didn't offend me, you offended your own conscience!"
The two impostors immediately looked at each other, and their faces turned red when I said this.
"Yes, yes, the master is right, we have no conscience, we are not human beings..."
"We really don't dare anymore..."
The two impostors knelt on the ground, begging for mercy while approaching me.
I glanced at the eyes of the two impostors from the corner of my eye, and found a trace of resentment flashing in their eyes!
I sneered secretly in my heart, these two guys are still stubborn and want to trick me by begging for mercy... They don't know that in all the times I have experienced before, there is no one that is not full of dangers, just them
I could see this little thought at a glance.
I watched them crawl over, looking extremely calm.
The two impostors crawled over, begging for mercy, but as they approached me, they suddenly raised their heads!
"Go to hell!" The two men said in unison, and suddenly each took out a sharp dagger from his pocket. It was obvious that these two guys were on guard when they walked out.
As soon as the dagger came out, a cold light flashed on my face.
I raised my eyebrows, but before I could take action, I heard a sigh coming from behind.
"Anita Buddha, what's the use of staying in this world for such a person who refuses to change despite repeated teachings? Why not send him to the Nine Nether Purgatory as soon as possible!"
Almost instantly, as the sigh fell, I saw something flying from behind me, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.
I just felt a chill on my back, and in the next second, I saw that thing hit the nearest impostor in front of me, and then, the thing passed through the first person's body.
Hit another impostor again...
Just like that, under my eyes, the two charlatans who pretended to be me, the chief disciple of the Maoshan sect, fell to the ground again.
I took a closer look. After these two guys fell down this time, their eyes were wide open, their pupils were dilated, and they were no longer alive!
My heart couldn't help but feel tight!
I quickly looked behind me and saw several monks in tattered cassocks standing behind me.
These monks all had bald heads. Although they were not well-dressed, they all looked particularly kind-hearted. What surprised me was that behind the kind-hearted monks, there were many strange men and women standing.
These strange men and women, both old and young, were standing behind these monks one by one, with extremely pious expressions on their faces.
Soon, these strange men and women suddenly knelt down, then clasped their hands and worshiped the monks: "I will follow the teachings of the Holy Monk of the West. Those who do not change after repeated teachings will be useless in this world... Kill those stubborn and restless people."
Please give me a peaceful world, teach the West Heaven Sect, teach all directions, and keep the teachings of the holy monks in my heart forever..."
Listening to these extremely pious voices, my heart was shocked!
Are these people crazy?
You know, in front of these people, there are still two dead bodies lying there!
The two corpses lying on the ground, although they had done many evil things during their lifetimes and death was their due end, they were ordinary people after all. Now they died in front of another group of ordinary people. Not only did the faces of those ordinary people not show any surprise.
Despite his expression and performance, he knelt beside those monks in tattered cassocks and sang a song of praise to them?
This strange scene was beyond my expectation.
At this moment, the three or four leading monks also looked at me, and then slowly walked towards me.
"Donor?" A slightly older monk took the initiative to ask me.
I nodded and looked him around, and when my eyes touched the monk's bald head, I was shocked!
I saw three small scars on the monk's head, lined up side by side. Behind the third small scar, I took a closer look and found that there was actually a fourth small scar.
A layer of skin was rubbed open...
I am somewhat familiar with the burn scars on monks’ heads. Ordinary monks either have no scars on their heads, or they have six or nine small scars, each of which symbolizes the ordination they have received...
As for a monk with only three or four small scars on his head, I have only seen one person with it, and that is Monk Hua, that dog-eating maniac!