White-Robed Chief

Chapter 1355 Benevolence (Four More)

"Namo Amitabha——!" A Buddha's cry rose slowly, and the sound was peaceful and quiet, and the pilgrims gave way one after another.

An old monk in gray clothes walked over slowly, followed by six young monks, all of them were full of energy and energy, their eyes flickered with brilliance, making people afraid to look directly at them.

The gray-clothed old monk is tall and thin, with a pair of snow-white eyebrows drooping to the corners of his eyes, long and bright, like a birthday star, his face is kind and gentle, and he is amiable.

He walked slowly to Chu Li and paid a tithe, and asked calmly, "The two benefactors are polite."

Chu Lihe paid a tithe and said with a smile, "The monk is a disciple of Zhuanlun Temple?"

"The poor monk is a disciple of Zhuanlun Temple." The old monk Heshi nodded and said, "I don't know what the two benefactors are doing?"

Chu Li said: "I'm sorry, your monastery attacked our four sects by surprise, and wiped out 30 people from my sub-helm, and no one survived. As the king of the holy religion of Guangming, I have no choice but to offend you." .”

"The Holy Cult of Light?" The old monk looked at the two calmly, with a look of pity.

Chu Li smiled: "Our holy religion has always been compassionate, unlike your temple, which talks about compassion, but kills it more viciously than everyone else. Monk, don't worry, I won't kill, just kill If you have mastered everyone's martial arts, let's start with the points around the monk!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before the six monks behind the old monk on the opposite side could speak, he swung his hands one after another, and six air knives flew across.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" The six monks flew out at the same time, their eyes widened in the air, and they stared at Chu Li unwillingly.

They are all clutching the dantian of the lower abdomen, their breath is like a spring.

Chu Li's six knives accurately shot into their dantians, which directly shattered their cultivation. Even if they wanted to rebuild it, it would be very difficult.

Chu Li glanced at the six people calmly, his eyes swept over the silent faces of the pilgrims around him, and finally fell on the old monk, and said with a smile: "Monk, what do you want to say?"

"Namo Amitabha!" The old monk twitched his snow-white eyebrows lightly, and sighed with a Buddha's name: "The benefactor is too unreasonable. Even if there is something wronged in our temple, why don't the benefactor directly find the person who offended the benefactor, why should he take his anger out on other innocent people?" man of!"

Chu Li laughed loudly and said, "You should ask our dead sub-helm disciples, what is wrong with them, and when did they offend the supreme monk of Zhuanlun Temple?"

"The benefactor is so extreme, I can only offend you!" The old monk shook his head and sighed, and raised his voice, "Where is the protector!"

"Here!" Amid thunderous shouts, ten middle-aged monks in gray robes fluttered down, passed over the heads of the pilgrims and surrounded Chu Li, their figures were elegant and calm, and their speed was extremely fast.

They all hold a copper stick in their hands, and the sticks are taller than their heights.

The ten people were similar in stature, and their appearances were fierce. They were not like monks. They didn't have the peace of a monk. Instead, they were full of anger, as if they were full of anger.

The pilgrims around didn't find it strange, this was the angry state of Daming King, and it was made to subdue demons.

"Take this man!" The old monk stretched out his hand and pointed at Chu Li.

"Yes!" The ten people shouted incessantly, turning quickly, swinging the copper sticks like a wheel hub.

Chu Li waited for them to lift up the copper sticks and then suddenly disappeared, and then swung his hands quickly, and all ten air knives were hit. At such a close distance, almost no one can dodge the bright knives. Although these ten people are masters of the sky But not top notch.

Even so, it is rare for a small Jiren Temple to have ten masters of heaven and earth, just like the situation of the division of Guangming Shengjiao in Luoqiu City.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The ten monks in costumes flew up, and the copper sticks in their hands fell to the ground one after another, making a clanking sound. They covered their dantians and stared at him with gloomy expressions.

Chu Li saw that they didn't care about his martial arts being abolished, and his determination was so firm. He looked at the old monk in surprise, shook his head and said, "It seems that your Zhuanlun Temple is really extraordinary, and you have such a guardian."

"Benefactor Zhao." The old monk's silver-bright eyebrows twitched twice, and he still looked at him calmly: "Yin and yang rotate, existence and non-existence interrelate, false and real intersect, Zhao Fawang should know that he will not be happy for long."

Chu Li nodded and said: "What the monk said is reasonable. This time, it is a greeting to your Zhuanlun Temple. I, Zhao Dahe, have always acted like this. If you kill 30 of us, your Zhuanlun Temple will lose 60 or even 90 people." Ten, this is my way of doing things!"

After he said that, he disappeared in a flash, and the next moment he appeared in a large hall. The bright saber was shot out, and before the monks sitting on the futon could move, the flying knives had already reached their bodies, abolishing their cultivation one by one.

Then he flashed in several rooms again, no matter how strong or weak his cultivation was, he would all be abolished.

In the blink of an eye, the huge Jiren Temple has been completely demolished by him, but the white-browed monk in front of him doesn't know martial arts, so he can't be demolished.

"How?" Chu Li looked at him with a smile: "Does the monk have anything to say?"

"The poor monk can only advise Zhao's benefactor, that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and the end is right." The old monk sighed: "Otherwise, I am afraid that I will die soon."

"Haha..." Chu Li laughed twice: "Your life is not long? What a big tone, I want to see your Zhuanlun Temple's ability, so farewell!"

After saying that, he turned his head and left, leaving Jiren Temple directly.

All the pilgrims watched them leave with surprise and pity on their faces. It is impossible for such an arrogant guy to live too long. Zhuanlun Temple will definitely kill him. .

Shi Zonggu followed Chu Li out of Jiren Temple, walked on the street, and asked with a frown, "His Holiness, why don't you just kill them to avenge the disciples of the sub-rudder!"

His tone was hard and exasperated.

None of the 30 disciples at the helm survived, and the viciousness was unbearable. He wished he could kill all the monks in Jiren Temple. Even though there were more than forty of them, there were only ten masters from heaven and earth. Even if you kill him, you won't understand your hatred.

Chu Li glanced at him, shook his head and said: "Yesterday, I have killed 30 masters from beyond the sky, and only let the Zhishan monk escape, the rest don't have to be killed, just abolish their martial arts and weaken their strength. "

"Didn't you say, His Majesty, that you will retaliate several times?"

"There are also different types of revenge. Killing them directly is different from disabling their martial arts." Chu Li shook his head and said, "For the sake of the overall situation, it is best to abolish their martial arts. It is not necessary to kill them all."

He will never show mercy to those who come to kill him, he will definitely kill those who come to the door actively, but those who come to the door to kill himself will not be so tricky, just abolish martial arts, and ignore the threats.

"I didn't expect His Holiness to be so benevolent!" Shi Zonggu snorted.

Chu Li squinted at him.

Shi Zonggu froze, the hairs on his body stood up, and then he remembered his method, it was indeed extremely cruel, he dared to kill the altar master when he was only a rudder master, he quickly coughed and turned his eyes away, not daring to meet him.

Chu Li snorted, "Next, the branch of Haicang Mountain!"

PS: The update is complete. happy Winter Solstice to everyone!

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