A romantic encounter with a miraculous doctor

When it comes to this storage ring, I have to say that using it in the outside world is more mentally consuming than using it in the inside world, and ordinary monks really can't afford it.

Right now, the old man looked at the small black fruit in Ye Wutian's hand, his expression became extremely ugly.

"How is it? Do you want to try it?" Ye Wutian put the Soul Splitting Fruit in front of the old man and asked with a smile.

The old man snorted coldly and turned his head away.

"I advise you to confess as soon as possible, or you will suffer a loss after enjoying the pain of soul-shattering pain." Ye Wutian reminded.

The old man ignored it.

Ye Wutian flipped his hands and took out a large handful of soul splitting fruit, brought it to the old man, and said with an evil smile: "See, I have a lot of them here, young master. Although these things are quite rare, I don't mind paying them all." Give you old, let you make up for it."

The old man's face was ashen, but he still bit the bullet and gritted his teeth.

Ye Wutian shrugged his shoulders and said: "It looks like I have to give you a taste first." He took out a soul splitting ghost fruit, forced it into the old man's mouth, forced him to swallow it, and patted it again. He patted his old face and smiled, "Just enjoy it slowly."

The effect of the Soul Splitting Nether Fruit took effect very quickly, and the old man let out a miserable wail. Since his hands could not move, he could only keep turning around.

Seeing the old man in such pain, Cheng Bing asked worriedly, "Will he die from pain?"

"Don't worry, he won't die, he will just live worse than death." Ye Wutian said.

After waiting like this for a while, the old man finally compromised. He gasped and begged bitterly: "I can't take it anymore, I said, I said everything, please let me die happily."

Ye Wutian is quite confident about the effect of this soul-splitting ghost fruit. When he was imprisoned by the poisonous dragon, he took several of them. If he hadn't had strong mental strength to support him, he would not have been able to persist.After all, the human soul is very fragile, and the will comes from the soul. Once the soul is impacted, the foundation of the will will be unstable, so how strong is it.

Hearing the old man's begging for mercy, Ye Wutian raised his mouth and smiled, and said: "This kind of pain can't be stopped, I warned you long ago, it was you who kept persuading me, now I can only wait for the effect of the medicine to wear off. "

The old man kept screaming, because the effect of the soul splitting fruit would last for at least half a day, so Ye Wutian simply sat aside to practice.

Half a day passed quickly, but for the old man, it was extremely long. At this time, he had stopped shouting, and he was limp on the ground, seemingly dying.

Ye Wutian stood up, walked up to him, and asked: "You have also experienced this suffering, should you tell the truth now?"

The old man nodded slightly.

"Well, let me ask, and you answer. First of all, what is the relationship between your assassination team and the Yamaguchi team?" Ye Wutian asked.

"I don't know, I just have some contact with them occasionally. These are all arranged by the organization." The old man replied with difficulty.

"Then what is your relationship with Wanjia?" Ye Wutian asked again.

"The Wan family surrendered to the organization more than ten years ago, and it's just a pawn of the organization." The old man replied.

"Then who were the ones who bloodbathed my Yang family back then?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I was just an ordinary killer back then, and I didn't know the specific situation."

Ye Wutian looked at Cheng Bing and asked her to verify the truth of what the old man said, Cheng Bing nodded in response.

Ye Wutian turned around again, and continued to ask: "Who is the deacon who usually gives you tasks?"

"He is a deacon under the Assassin's Hall who is in charge of affairs in the China region." The old man replied.

"So, he is not the deacon of the deacon hall?" Ye Wutian asked.

The old man nodded lightly, "The deacons in the deacon hall are all powerful in the heavenly realm, and it is inconvenient to move around in the outside world, so the killer hall specially set up a deacon with a perfect cultivation base."

"Where is the headquarters of your Killer Church?" For Ye Wutian, this is the most critical question.Because he knew that the leader of the assassination team did not have a high status, and the information he knew was very limited, so he had to find the head of the Assassin Hall in order to get more valuable information.

"Assassin's Hall is headquartered in Japan. I don't know where it is. I have never been there." The old man replied obediently.

"Japan? Could it be that the Yamaguchi-gumi is the headquarters of Killer Hall?" Ye Wutian doubted.

"I don't know either." The old man shook his head to express his ignorance.

Ye Wutian thought for a while, and then asked: "What is the cultivation level of the Hall Master of your Assassin Hall?"

"I don't know, all the tasks are delivered by the deacon, including distributing the rotten brain pills."

"It seems that you are just an empty shell puppet." Ye Wutian sighed with some regret, and asked again: "Are there any other assassination groups like yours in the entire China region?"

"do not know."

"I really don't know what to ask." Ye Wutian had a headache.

At this time, Cheng Bing came up and asked, "You should have a way to contact the deacon of the killer hall, right?"

The old man still shook his head, "He always took the initiative to contact me, and I have no way to contact him."

"Then when will he come again?" Cheng Bing asked again.

"He came once not long ago, and he probably won't come again in the near future." The old man replied.

"What did he come here for last time?" Ye Wutian asked.

"This..." The old man seemed a little hesitant.

"It seems that you haven't tasted enough of this soul-shattering pain, I don't mind wasting another soul-shattering fruit on you." Ye Wutian threatened.

When the old man heard this, he quickly confessed: "Yes, it's because of the martial arts conference."

"Martial arts conference?" Ye Wutian suddenly remembered the last time the Yamaguchi group attacked the venue of the martial arts conference, so he quickly asked: "Could it be that this martial arts conference, your organization has taken action again?"

"We only received one assembly point, and the specific action is not yet clear." The old man replied.

"Where is the gathering place?" Ye Wutian asked casually.

"In the valley two miles north of the venue."

"What other information do you know, tell them all." Ye Wutian said again.

The old man shook his head again and again, "That's all I know, please kill me quickly."

Ye Wutian looked at Cheng Bing, seeing that Cheng Bing didn't have anything to ask, so he threw an air needle and directly pierced the old man's head. The old man let out a muffled grunt and died completely.

After killing the old man, Ye Wutian turned his head and said to Cheng Bing: "It seems that we can only go to the martial arts conference to find clues."

"At that time, I will go with you." Cheng Bing said.

Ye Wutian thought for a while, nodded and agreed, and said: "Let's go back now."

So, the two left the valley.

After returning to Jiangling, Ye Wutian was not idle, he set off for Shaolin Temple the next day.In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, before leaving, he asked Ning Yin to help him change his face.

Shaolin Temple was still as lively as usual, originally Ye Wutian thought that this time he had to break into the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation again, but fortunately, he encountered a clear space in the outer hall when he came back from doing business outside.

Ye Wutian took a lot of effort to prove his identity to Jingkong. After learning of Ye Wutian's identity, Jingkong was a little surprised, but he still led Ye Wutian into the inner hall and found Abbot Kongji.

Knowing that the other party is Ye Wutian, Kong Ji was not too surprised, but asked with a smile: "Benefactor Ye, I heard from the Godly Monk of Duku that he guided you to the inner world. I think you should have gained a lot in these years." Bar?"

Ye Wutian sighed and said: "It can only be said that there are gains and losses."

"Amitabha! Victory or defeat is not a matter of moment, gain or loss is not a matter of gain and loss, please be more careful with Ye Shizhu." Kong Ji persuaded.

"Thank you abbot for teaching." Ye Wutian replied.

"Today, benefactor Ye came to this temple, probably to see the Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering?" Kong Ji asked again.

"It is true that there is something important to discuss with the abbot and the monk." Ye Wutian nodded.

"Then come with me." Kong Ji got up and took Ye Wutian out of the main hall, and walked back to the mountain.

On the way, Ye Wutian casually asked Kong Ji: "Abbot, haven't any major events happened in the martial arts world in the past few years?"

"Apart from the fact that the Wan family secretly recruited some small and medium-sized forces, nothing else happened." Kong Ji replied.

"I heard that the martial arts leader selected by this martial arts conference will lead the Chinese martial arts world to fight against the Dongying ninja world. If your temple wins the position of leader, does the abbot really want to lead the martial arts heroes to kill the Japanese devils?" Yeh Wutian asked with a smile.

"Amitabha, monks do not kill. Even if they are angry with the enemy country or the bandits during the civil strife, they are all hindered by ignorance and are not what Buddhists should do. This temple has never advocated cooperation with Dongying Ninja Let's go to war, if this temple can win the position of leader in this martial arts conference, it will represent the Chinese martial arts world to negotiate with the Japanese ninja world, and hope that this killing can be quelled." Kong Ji said.

"Does the abbot want to talk about compassion with those Japanese devils who pretend to be shit in their heads?" Ye Wutian asked.

"As a monk, you should be compassionate, treat your grievances equally, repent on your behalf, and wish to eliminate their anger, so that there will be no faults." Kong Ji replied.

"As the saying goes: good horses are ridden by others, and good people are bullied by others. If our entire Chinese martial arts world is as merciful as your Shaolin, wouldn't the Japanese devils want to ride on our heads?" Ye Wutian reasoned.

"Buddhism respects, to repay grievances with sincerity, and to repay virtue with virtue." Kong Ji said.

Hearing Kong Ji's words were all these profound truths, Ye Wutian had a headache, so he waved his hands and said: "Hey, that's all, you monks just stay in the temple to recite your scriptures and practice your relics. These murders and arson are done by us ordinary people, and all the sins are also borne by us, anyway, we don’t refine relics, and we don’t sit in nirvana.”

"Amitabha." Kong Ji didn't argue with Ye Wutian any more, because the two had already arrived in front of the cave of the Godly Monk.

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