lethal arsenal

Chapter 504 There is an inn
"My children, those who do not have the three poisons in their hearts are said to have a pure land."

A Buddhist verse from the old monk Baiyun sounded like a wake-up call in the ears of young monks from all over the world.

The young monk's originally red eyes, upon hearing this sound, the murderous intent in his eyes disappeared.

Yiye Zhiqiu slashed out with his sword, and the sword energy passed by, pulling out a ravine more than ten feet deep on the ground.

The Xiuyiwei who was struck by the sword energy was even more unlucky and was split into two halves.

Lin Dong was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but mutter: "It's so murderous."

Two pieces of corpse flew out to both sides, the sword hit the ground, and blood slid down the sword's edge.

After the blood beads rolled over, the sword's blade was still as clear as ever. The blade could even reflect the unbelievable and frightened faces on the embroidered guards' faces.

"get out."

Yiye Zhiqiu said after killing several Xiuyiwei leaders. When his voice fell, there were still heads in the sky with parabolas and fell down. With a bang, the scarlet heads rolled to the ground, bounced back and flew out three times. Four meters away, the head finally stopped moving, and the scene was frozen on a face that looked like death.

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there is killing. As long as people in the world do not die, then the killing will continue. Even the Buddha cannot avoid it."

Lin Dong heard Shifang's words and felt something in his heart, so he casually said something.

Yiye Zhiqiu wiped the blood stains on his face and said.

The banging sound of the head falling was like a drum beating in the hearts of the other Xiuyi guards.

Lin Dong smiled heartily.

"Hahaha, small things, small things."

This is the evaluation given by Lin Dong.

"Amitabha, thank you so much for saving me."

Monk Baiyun performed the Buddhist ritual again.

On the other hand, Yiye Zhiqiu next to him was a bit unhappy.

The remaining people rolled and crawled out in panic.

Shifang muttered to himself.

"not bad."

"Amitabha, thank you so much for saving me."

If we talk about martial arts cultivation alone, we have almost half a foot in the door of the Martial Saint. If we can control a few more spells, we can probably compete with a Taoist who has a level of lightning disaster.

Master Baiyun was the first to step forward to thank him. As he spoke, he patted Shifang on the head.

"Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are fights and killings?"

The young monk Shifang imitated the master's tone, said Buddha salute with one hand, and looked at the chopped corpses, "Alas." The young monk Shifang shook his head and sighed quietly, "When will the killing in this world end. "

Yiye Zhiqiu, standing with a sword in a pool of blood, was much more terrifying in the eyes of the embroidered guards than the devils in hell.

"The donor has such good Buddha nature. Thank you very much for enlightening this poor monk, Amitabha Buddha."

"How about it, am I handsome?"

"Hey, I saved you, why don't you thank him?"

Yiye Zhiqiu frowned.

"Donor, just drive them away. Why kill them? We have inherited your consequences, but we have also shouldered your causes." The old monk Baiyun sighed deeply. Today, he has sighed for many times. .

"you……"

Yiye Zhiqiu pointed his finger at the monk, his words choked in his throat.

"Shifang, go dig a big pit and bury them. In the past few days, recite the Heart Sutra ten times silently to save them. Pray for the protection of the Three Jewels to resolve all hardships. May they be born in a world with Buddhas in the next life."

Monk Baiyun arranged.

"Yes, Master."

The young monk Shifang nodded and began to sort out the pile of broken corpses outside.

Several students from Wulong Academy were no longer interested in eating at this moment. Lin Dong raised his head and winked at them.

"Me again?" Ma Wencai pointed at himself and said.

"Who else could it be if it wasn't you? You don't think that everyone is really the same, do you?"

Yin Ling'er let out a playful taunt.

Ma Wencai secretly thought it was bad luck, and then went with Zhu Xiaolian and Zhu Zhong to help the young monks from Shifang sort out the dead.

When she came to the school for the first time, Yin Ling'er had a battle with the military master Hu Shu. Naturally, all the students remembered it vividly and did not dare to offend her.

In this way, Marvin had only a few people and could only suffer on his own.

Lin Dong sent someone to help, and Monk Baiyun naturally came to say a few polite words of thanks to Lin Dong.

That Ye Zhiqiu looked left and right, feeling uneasy, and interrupted: "Hey, old monk, whether it's cause or effect, did I save you just now?" He only asked this question.

Facing Yiye Zhiqiu's gaze, "Amitabha." Monk Baiyun opened his mouth to recite the Buddha's name again and then said: "Of course it's taken care of."

"Well."

With a bang, the big sword slapped on the table, "Let's settle the labor fees. Since you talked about the cause and effect, I asked you for money. The cause and effect of the murder has nothing to do with you. It's all my responsibility." Yiye Zhiqiu is also a smart person. , his head turned quickly, recalling the monk's slightly sharp words, and as soon as his mind turned, he thought of a way to solve it.

"what?"

Master Baiyun spread his hands and was silent for a moment before saying: "The poor monk is penniless. Only monks have always asked for alms from others. I have never heard of anyone asking for alms from monks."

"Okay, you bald thief, now you say you have no money?"

Yiye Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, pretending to be angry on his face.

Master Baiyun didn't speak, he just closed his eyes and silently recited the scriptures to save the souls of the dead.

Yiye Zhiqiu scratched his ears and cheeks, and made a secret in his hand. Suddenly, only the whites of his eyes were left, shining with jade light. It must be some kind of magical power.

"Wow."

Yiye Zhiqiu shouted, "You still said you have no money. What is that in the bamboo basket on your back? It's golden."

"Amitabha, to be honest with you, this is a golden Buddha. It is a treasure of our temple. It was invited to Jinshan Temple in the Southern Song Dynasty by a poor monk."

As soon as Monk Baiyun said this, not only Yiye Zhiqiu became energetic, but also many heads popped out from above and below the inn, and a group of people looked down from the second floor.

His fiery eyes were fixed on the bamboo box.

"Golden Buddha?"

Lin Dong glanced at it subconsciously. Wine, sex, and money were alluring, and this had been the case since ancient times.

"Ugh."

I thought that Yiye Zhiqiu would take the opportunity to ask for it, but unexpectedly, this person sighed and said something that was beyond Lin Dong's expectation.

"Forget it, since you are Buddha, it's better not to provoke me. However, from today on, you owe me a sum of money. This time...well..."

His voice paused, and he thought for a moment and said: "This time, even if you kill seven embroidered guards and drive away fifteen people, each of them will cost you ten taels of silver. This is the first time we have met, and I will give you another one." Discount, I'll give you two hundred taels of silver."

"Amitabha, it's just..."

Before Monk Baiyun said his refusal, he heard Yiye Zhiqiu say it again.

"Hey, old monk, don't tell me, you have no money. It seems that you are going to escort the Golden Buddha to the Southern Song Dynasty. Then I will accompany you all the way to Jinshan Temple to ask for money. It must be a big temple. I don't believe it. The monks couldn’t come up with any money.”

"Donor, what's more, this is so dangerous for you. Even the old monk has no bottom in his heart."

Monk Baiyun also understood at this moment that Yiye Zhiqiu was a heroic and courageous man, but in the final analysis he did not want to accept favors from others for no reason.

"What are you afraid of? I, Yiye Zhiqiu, am not afraid of any monsters and ghosts for money. My teacher said that if I go down the mountain this time, I will be leaderless and have good luck."

Yiye Zhiqiu patted the sword in his hand and said.

"Ugh."

Monk Baiyun sighed again, "If you are really lucky, my hero, how could you not know that you are already stuck in the quagmire at this moment, and this place is full of ghosts, ghosts..."

One word reveals the mystery.

In an instant, everything in the inn suddenly changed. The whole world seemed to be washed away by water, and the gloomy yin energy suddenly grew and spread.

(End of this chapter)