Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The scene was extremely bizarre.

A group of adult monks surrounded a child, but they all looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, with cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Lin Tian looked at the monks, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips, but it sent a chill down the spines of all the monks.

The old abbot raised a white eyebrow, stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice, "Amitabha, benefactor, why did you come to my Xishan Temple in the middle of the night? Please give an explanation. Otherwise, you may not be able to leave here."

"Explain?"

Lin Tian seemed to have heard a hilarious joke: "What explanation do you want?"

He took a step forward, and the monks surrounding him instinctively took a step back.

"Where did Bai Jie and Lou Xiao'e go?"

Lin Tian said coldly, "If you don't hand them over..."

He raised the axe, twirling it in his hand: "You will all perish here."

The old monk's expression changed.

Having lived for over sixty years, I have seen all sorts of people, from high-ranking officials and nobles to chivalrous heroes and vicious criminals.

But I've never seen such a look before. In the eyes of this person who looks like a child, there is no warmth, only icy killing intent.

"Benefactor, you..."

The old abbot took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Outrageous!!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a young monk couldn't help but speak up.

His name was Huiming, the youngest and most spirited disciple in the temple, who was always quick to hate evil.

Seeing a child acting so arrogantly, he could no longer restrain himself.

"Abbot, why waste words with him? Let me take him down."

He grabbed a wooden stick and charged at Lin Tian.

Lin Tian didn't even glance at him.

It was just a casual wave of the hand.

"Bang!"

A slap landed squarely on Huiming's face.

Huiming flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a crooked tree in the yard before bouncing to the ground, where he remained motionless.

The entire room fell silent.

All the monks were stunned.

The old monk's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Noisy."

Lin Tian withdrew his hand, as if swatting away a fly.

"Huiming! You've gone too far!"

A middle-aged monk shouted, "Fellow disciples, attack together and avenge Huiming!"

He led the charge, raising the wooden stick high and smashing it down hard on Lin Tian's head.

The other monks also realized what was happening and rushed forward.

More than a dozen wooden sticks and carrying poles attacked from all directions at the same time, blocking all escape routes.

Lin Tian smiled.

He can finally act freely.

These are a group of monks who are skilled in martial arts.

"Perfect timing!"

He wielded the axe of morality and charged into the crowd.

The first axe blow.

"puff!"

The middle-aged monk at the forefront was struck in the chest by an axe before his wooden stick could even fall.

He flew backward, knocking down two monks behind him, and the three of them rolled into a heap.

The second axe blow.

It swept across.

The three wooden sticks were snapped in two.

The three monks, holding wooden sticks, looked down at the sticks that were now only half-broken. Before they could react, the back of an axe struck them in the face, causing them to bleed profusely from their noses and collapse to the ground.

The third axe blow.

The fourth axe blow.

The fifth axe blow.

Lin Tian moved through the crowd like a black whirlwind.

His speed was astonishing; despite being only eight years old, his strength was outrageous.

Every time the axe is swung, a monk falls.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

The sound of breaking wooden sticks could be heard repeatedly.

Blood splattered, staining the ground red.

The old monk looked at the battle in the courtyard, his eyes wide with rage.

The disciples fell one by one.

Huiming was still lying motionless under the tree.

The middle-aged monk had a bloody gash on his chest and was convulsing on the ground.

The three men carrying wooden sticks, their faces covered in blood, had fainted.

Five more are lying in pools of blood, their fate unknown.

Only eight or nine monks remained, struggling to keep going.

Lin Tian stood in the center of the crowd, without a single drop of blood on him.

He tilted his head, looking at the three trembling monks with an innocent smile on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Not playing anymore?"

The three monks exchanged a glance, then simultaneously dropped their wooden sticks and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Grandpa! Spare me! Spare me!"

Lin Tian didn't look at them, but turned around and looked at the old monk.

The old monk trembled.

"Who...who are you? How can you be so strong? Are you a martial arts champion? But you're so short, are you a Japanese ninja?"

He stared at Lin Tian, ​​looking him up and down, and the more he looked, the more unbelievable it seemed.

This is clearly a child.

He was about 1.2 meters tall and quite thin.

How could someone have such strong combat power?

This unscientific!

Lin Tian smiled.

"Martial arts champion? No."

"Japanese ninjas? I'll wipe them all out sooner or later."

"Old man, you'd better tell us where the person went first, or your Xishan Temple might be wiped out today."

Lin Tian picked up the axe, walked towards the old monk, and gave him a bright smile.

The old monk's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recalled the recent rumors circulating in Beijing.

That evil spirit that killed more than forty people, that evil spirit that terrified everyone in Nanluoguxiang, that evil spirit that even the police station couldn't handle...

Could it be this child in front of me?

"You...you, you are an evil spirit..."

The old abbot's lips trembled; he wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Tian patted him on the shoulder.

Despite being just a child, this action made the old monk feel like he was the one being looked down upon.

"Old monk, hand over Bai Jie and Lou Xiao'e, or don't blame me for sending you to meet Buddha."

The old monk refused, saying, "Amitabha, young benefactor, this humble monk has no idea what you are talking about."

He clasped his hands together, his white eyebrows were lowered, and his face had the compassionate look that a monk should have.

But those eyes never dared to look directly at Lin Tian.

"Hmph! Stubborn to the end?"

Lin Tian looked at the old monk who was pretending to be stupid, and the smile on his lips gradually turned cold: "Let's see if your mouth is tougher, or my axe is tougher."

He moved as soon as he finished speaking.

Without hesitation, he swung the axe in his hand, aiming at the monk closest to him.

"Pfft!"

Before the monk could react, he had already been struck in the chest by an axe.

He looked down at the gushing blood, opened his mouth as if to shout something, but couldn't utter a sound.

He fell straight to the ground, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

Blood spread across the bluestone slabs, a horrifying sight.

"ah!!!"

The monks nearby finally realized what was happening and screamed as they backed away.

But Lin Tian didn't give them a chance to escape.

He lunged forward, swinging his axe; this time, he showed no mercy.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

One axe and a little monk.

Those monks were like lambs to the slaughter, completely powerless to fight back.

The wooden stick struck Lin Tian as if hitting thin air; the carrying pole he swung was easily blocked by him and broke in two.

Screams rose and fell, blood splattered, staining the bluestone ground in front of the Buddhist temple red.

Within moments, five or six more monks fell into pools of blood.

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