Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

A young monk, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground and at the demon covered in blood but unharmed, finally broke down.

He grabbed a wooden stick and shouted, "I'll fight you to the death!"

Then it rushed towards Lin Tian.

Lin Tian didn't even glance at him.

With a casual wave of his hand.

"Bang!"

The little monk flew out and crashed into the courtyard wall before bouncing to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed limply to the ground.

still alive.

But he was on his last breath.

A middle-aged monk knelt before the old monk, tears streaming down his face, embracing the old monk's legs, his voice hoarse:

"Master, the enemy is too strong. I am no match for him."

He looked up at the old monk's aged face, his eyes filled with sorrow and reluctance.

"Today...today we sever all ties. You are no longer my master, and I am no longer your disciple!"

He suddenly tore off a piece of his monk's robe and threw it on the ground:

"You'd better find someone else to settle this score with!"

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged monk suddenly stood up and fled through the door.

He wanted to live.

Don't want to die.

This child is clearly the dreaded evil spirit; he's not human at all.

Rather than throwing your life away in vain, it's better to...

It's better to escape first and then find a chance to survive.

The old monk watched the departing figure, trembling with rage:

"You wicked disciple!!!"

This roar was uttered with almost all the strength he had.

Lin Tian watched the fleeing figure, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Want to run?

With a flick of his wrist, the axe of morality flew out of his hand.

"Whoosh!"

The axe flashed through the air, accompanied by a whistling sound, and chased straight towards the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk had already run more than twenty meters and was about to rush out of the temple.

As long as you leave the temple, you can live!

With that thought in mind, he ran even faster.

then.

"puff!"

The middle-aged monk felt a chill in his chest.

Looking down, he saw an axe piercing through his back, the tip of a knife protruding from his chest, still dripping blood.

He suddenly stopped walking.

The middle-aged monk slowly lowered his head, looking at the axe and the gushing blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How could this be...?

They've already run so far...

They were so close...

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only spat out a mouthful of blood.

He fell straight forward.

Do not look down.

Lin Tian walked over, stepped on his back, and forcefully pulled out the axe.

Blood splattered on his trouser leg, but he didn't care.

He turned around and looked at the remaining monks.

The monks were completely terrified.

Looking at the child carrying the blood-dripping axe, at the corpses scattered on the ground, at the fellow disciple who had failed to escape, they could no longer hold on.

"Run!"

Someone shouted.

The remaining seven or eight monks scattered and fled.

Some ran towards the backyard, some rushed towards the side gate, and some even tried to climb over the wall.

Lin Tian calmly pulled out two Type 54 pistols from his pocket.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Gunshots rang out in the morning light.

One shot, one monk.

Those fleeing figures fell to the ground one by one.

Some had just reached the door when a bullet pierced their back, causing them to collapse against the threshold.

Some had just climbed onto the top of the wall when a bullet hit their back, causing them to fall off.

Some had already rushed into the backyard, but still couldn't escape that elusive bullet.

In the blink of an eye.

Only the old monk remained in front of the Buddha hall.

It stood there all alone.

Corpses littered the ground.

Blood was everywhere.

The morning light shone on him, on his pale face, and on his trembling hands.

Lin Tian, ​​carrying an axe, slowly walked up to him.

"Old monk, it's time to wash the floor."

The old monk raised his head and looked at him.

His eyes held fear, pain, anger, and deep despair.

"You...you are the devil..."

His voice was hoarse and out of tune, his lips trembling, "You're a devil... Buddha won't forgive you... You'll go to hell..."

"Buddha?"

Lin Tian seemed to have heard something amusing, turned around, and pointed to the three-meter-tall Buddha statue in the main hall:

"Look, I killed so many people in front of Buddha, killed his disciples and followers, and did he do anything about it? Did he help you?"

He paused for a moment.

Lin Tian's smile deepened: "He also said OK, agreed, and said I did a good job killing him, a brilliant kill."

The old monk looked in the direction he was pointing.

The statue of Shakyamuni Buddha still sits serenely on its lotus throne, one hand in a mudra, the other resting on its knee, but at this moment…

The hand that was hanging down to the knee had its thumb and middle finger gently pinched together, while the other three fingers were naturally extended.

That was a...

The OK gesture.

The old monk's pupils suddenly contracted.

How...how is this possible?

The Buddha statue's hand gestures are clearly always in a mudra, so how could this be...?

What does this mean?

Lin Tian's voice rang in his ears, like the whisper of a demon, "This proves that you are the ones who should go to hell."

You're protecting beasts! If you don't die, who will? If you don't go to hell, who will?

The old monk stared blankly at the OK sign, his mind a complete mess.

Does Buddha's gesture... mean he agrees?

So...we are the ones who are blaspheming Buddha?

No, no, that's not right.

He shook his head violently.

I was never a monk, I was a fake monk, I was just a bodyguard kept here by Lou Bancheng, and I have blasphemed Buddha.

He agreed to let us go to hell, as if... as if it were perfectly reasonable?

That's not right either...

How is that possible...?

This Buddha statue has been enshrined here for decades, with incense offered and scriptures chanted every day, and there has never been anything unusual about it.

Why today...?

The old monk felt bewildered.

He looked up at Lin Tian, ​​his aged face filled with confusion and fear.

"What...what did you do?"

Lin Tian smiled.

That smile was innocent and pure:

"I did nothing. It's just that Buddha thinks you deserve to die."

He raised the axe.

Sunlight shone on the blade, reflecting a blinding light.

The old monk closed his eyes.

He did not beg for mercy again.

Because he knew that begging for mercy would be useless.

The axe fell.

"Pfft!"

The old monk lay on the ground, his eyes still open, staring at the Buddha statue and the OK sign.

Perhaps he was thinking that in his next life, he must be a true monk.

Perhaps he was wondering whether Buddha had truly forgiven him.

Maybe he wasn't thinking about anything at all.

He's just dead.

Lin Tian shook the blood off his axe and turned to look at the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue still sits upright, and the OK sign is still so conspicuous.

He smiled.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Then he picked up the axe and walked towards the backyard.

Go find Bai Jie and Lou Xiao'e.

Lin Tian wasn't afraid of them escaping at all; he had already left the mark of the spiritual spring space on them.

Just like how he can accurately locate everyone in Battle Royale.

Behind and in front of the hall.

Corpses littered the ground.

Blood was everywhere.

……