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Chapter 47: Little Monk Does Not Kill

Zhou Yi also didn't expect that the other party was so vulnerable.

He fought against a human warrior for the first time.

The result was a huge disappointment...

"Amitabha, Xiangzhu, your martial arts skills are average, your body and bones are weak, but your tone is not bad."

Xiangzhu's eyes widened and his mouth opened as big as an egg. He looked in disbelief at the uncle who was covered in blood and retreated violently... Are you stupid?

This is the monk who has killed monsters with one finger!

How dare you confront him head-on?

At this time, He Houcai, who was praised as the genius of the Hidden Sect, was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and his expression was twisted and painful. His eyes looking at the monk opposite showed the horror of seeing a ghost.

When he passed by Xiangzhu, he glared at her with a look of embarrassment and ferocity.

In the blink of an eye, he was out of the building.

As if he was afraid of being chased by the monk, before his feet even touched the ground, he pinched an earth-yellow paper talisman with the two fingers of his left hand.

puff!

Yellow smoke rose and filled the air, enveloping him.

His body sank rapidly and actually sank into the soil with the help of this strange yellow smoke.

The soil splashed out of the ground and rolled forward, but He Houcai was nowhere to be seen.

Behind the window of the small building, Xiangzhu looked solemn, gritted his teeth secretly, turned around and said: "He went back to the hidden door to tell everything, I will not survive tonight. I will run away now, without being hurt... eh?"

Only then did Xiangzhu realize that she was the only one left in the small building.

She was startled, then turned around quickly, and saw the snow-white monk's robe appearing under the pine tree more than thirty steps away from the building.

The continuously splashing soil was rolling straight towards the pine tree.

"Amitabha. The young monk does not want to get involved in the hidden door dispute, so the donor cannot leave."

Zhou Yi clasped his hands together, lowered his head, raised his right foot, and then stepped down.

Bang!

The sound of human tissue breaking and the man's painful groan came from the ground where the debris was flying.

Next to the pine tree in front of the building, the soil that was originally as smooth as paper was suddenly created by Zhou Yi's kick!

The deposited soil spurted upward under the pressure of this huge force.

Then they piled up on the ground, and in a blink of an eye they formed a circle of earth around Zhou Yi's body.

At the bottom of the pit, He Houcai's body was twisted and broken into pieces.

The force of that kick actually wrapped up the entire piece of soil and slapped his back firmly.

It directly shattered the bones and internal organs.

At this time, I was just holding on for a breath.

When the oil in the lamp ran out, He Houcai was like a wriggling earthworm, trying his best to turn his body over.

He looked sadly up at the monk at the edge of the pit.

There was fear and despair in his eyes.

"You... are... Guanhun?"

When the last word "soul" fell, He Housheng spit out blood violently, and with all the reluctance and regret left in this life, he lingered, hanging his head, waiting for death.

"Amitabha."

Zhou Yi clasped his hands together and lowered his eyelids.

Although he was determined to return to secular life, he had to admit that the Buddha's name was really a good thing.

Whenever he recited it affectionately, he could always feel a sense of peace and tranquility coming over his face.

Like the refreshing breeze and moonlight.

Over time, I became somewhat addicted.

No! I am a monk who has vowed to return to secular life... Amitabha!

The familiar body scent wafts from the side.

You don't need to look to know that the fragrant beads have come down.

"Is he...dead? Did Sir kill him?"

"Amitabha, the benefactor of the beads speaks nicely. My Buddha is compassionate, and the young monk never kills any living being."

"That means I'm about to die, that's great!"

Xiangzhu stared at Zhou Yi, his eyes gradually becoming complicated, and murmured: "The soul-watching martial artist can discern three souls and six souls, and understand ghosts... Is that why you can communicate with ghosts and save the bad guys in Wangcai Village that night?

"

Zhou Yi still kept his palms clasped together, his eyes lowered in an incomprehensible posture, and he whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha...Buddha?"

This is the third stage of Qi sensing and the origin of soul watching?

He tried for a while, but found that the power of health cultivation could not simulate the cultivation level of the soul-watching warrior, and he still maintained the cultivation level of Kaifu.

It can only be said that after absorbing the third wisp of green smoke, the actual power of the health-preserving power is almost comparable to that of Guanhun Wuren, who is known as the pinnacle of secular martial arts in the Tang Dynasty.

Xiangzhu glanced sideways at Zhou Yi, who was immersed in the Buddha's name, with gratitude in his eyes, and then turned to the servants of the Xu Mansion who came after hearing the sound in the distance.

"The whole house is alarmed. What should we do now?"

Zhou Yi raised his head.

In sight, there are the guards, servants, maids, and stewards of the Xu Mansion.

Even the young man Xu Zhongcai was alerted and hurried over accompanied by two guards.

From a distance, Xu Xiaolangjun could see the big pit in front of Zhou Yi and a circle of towering earthbags around it.

His steps paused and his eyes glazed over.

"Amitabha..." Zhou Yi looked thoughtful.

"Sir, please stop doing this! If you do this, we will both be exposed!"

Zhou Yi calmly glanced at Xiangzhu, who had an anxious look on his face: "Is it just you who was exposed?"

A trace of cruelty flashed in Xiangzhu's eyes, and she said solemnly: "You hurt someone to save my slave. I will take him away now and I will never harm you, sir!"

Zhou Yi sighed softly: "You are so reckless and dare to come to Xu Mansion as an undercover agent. If Mr. Xu really doesn't discover your identity, he would be too arrogant."

Xiangzhu was stunned: "Undercover? Big-hearted?"

Zhou Yi didn't bother to explain: "When everyone comes, you said this..."



Under Xiangzhu's instigation...oh, no, after explaining the "causes and consequences", the servants of the Xu Mansion who came over finally understood what happened:

——Just now, a daring thief dug a tunnel and entered the Xu Mansion in an attempt to steal.

But he was met by Master Yichen and his maid Xiangzhu who happened to be passing by.

Although Master Yichen has a compassionate heart, he would not sit back and ignore the situation since he received the favor from the Xu family, so he took action to subdue the thieves.

And he was thrown into the pit, waiting for punishment from Xu Mansion.

Rumors about Master Yichen's martial arts skills are no longer a secret among the servants and maids of the Xu Mansion.

The original version was still circulated by intestinal slaves.

Master Yichen, who was said to have recovered from a serious illness, has begun to resume martial arts training, and his martial arts skills will never be under the protection of Xu Mansion.

Later, some people even said that Master Yichen was so skilled in martial arts that he could defeat two or three guards by himself, and it was also said that he had noses and eyes.

But it was only among the people in the Xu Mansion.

After the incident of Maid Biyin, most of the slaves and maids were restricted from leaving the house.

News from the mansion cannot reach outside.

As for the rumors in the county town, such as the deeds of a certain silver monk with a magic hand, only a few people heard about them because Erlang Xu Zhiling deliberately suppressed them.



"What a bold thief! He dares to come to our Xu Mansion to steal! I'm tired of living!"

"Thanks to little Master Yichen for helping us capture this thief!"

"I said it seems like I haven't seen the intestinal slave all day."

"Sister Xiangzhu is right. It was this thief who harmed the intestine slave. He disguised himself with the intestine slave's outfit and opened the tunnel to enter the Xu Mansion! Beat him! Revenge the intestine slave!"

"Beat him to death! Revenge the intestine slave!"




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