The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

"Someone's being beaten! The monk is beating someone!"

"Kill him!"

"Where did this crazy monk come from!"

Several thugs who were maintaining order immediately surrounded them, holding machetes and iron rods, with fierce looks on their faces.

Xiu Yuan didn't even look at the two people lying on the ground and walked forward.

His steps were not fast, but he walked with an indomitable momentum, as if he was not walking towards a crowd, but towards a rice field waiting to be harvested.

"act recklessly."

He whispered something, as if he was making a comment or stating a fact.

He was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, without any simple or unnecessary movements, just a simple punch.

Those thugs and managers who were wrapped in a strong smell of blood and sin were like paper in front of him and were all beaten to pieces!

His monk's robe fluttered in the polluted air, spotless, forming a sharp contrast with the splattering blood and groaning people around him.

"This...is this a monster?"

Some gamblers were so scared that their legs went weak and they muttered to themselves.

The crowd began to rush to the exit in panic, and the situation was completely out of control.

Xiu Yuan turned a blind eye to this, his goal was clear!

Those who are entangled with sin.

In the chaos, the smelly blood even splashed onto the ceiling and dripped down.

At this moment, two black shadows, so fast that they were almost invisible, pounced out from the dark corner, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and went straight for Xiu Yuan's back.

It's a vampire, and judging from its aura, it is much more powerful than the small fry they had encountered before. Its fangs are exposed and its eyes are flashing with a bloodthirsty red light.

They were obviously attracted by the strong smell of blood and chaos, hoping to have a feast while the chaos was going on.

One of them was faster, and its sharp claws almost touched Xiuyuan's monk robe.

"Noisy."

Xiu Yuan didn't even turn his head, but slapped out with his backhand. It seemed light, but it contained tremendous power.

The high-level vampire was like being hit by a speeding truck, and his entire body instantly exploded into a ball of blood mist, without even being able to scream.

"puff!"

The other vampire was horrified when he saw this. He stopped his forward momentum and turned around to hide in the shadows.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Xiuyuan took a step forward, his figure blurred for a moment, and then he appeared in front of it, with five fingers spread out, grabbing its head directly.

Despair flashed in the vampire's eyes, and thick black energy surged from his body as he tried to resist.

But in front of Xiu Yuan's palm covered with a light golden luster, the black air was easily torn apart like thin paper.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the vampire's head was crushed alive, and red and white objects flew everywhere.

Xiu Yuan let go of his hand and let the headless corpse fall softly.

He bent down and picked up two pigeon egg-sized, glowing blood-red crystal cores from the two wreckages. He then pulled out the pair of sharp fangs that were still intact, wiped the blood off his monk's robe, and put them in his arms.

“The quality is OK.”

He muttered to himself, as if evaluating the radishes he had just bought.

After doing all this, he slowly stood up and looked around. The once bustling and chaotic underground place was now dead silent, with only heavy breathing and suppressed sobs as the sound.

The ground was covered with broken limbs and blood flowed like a river. The thick smell of blood was almost suffocating.

Except for a few slaves shivering in the corner, no one was standing.

Xiuyuan stood in the middle of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. His moon-white monk robe had already been stained with different shades of dark and light, and drops of blood dripped down the corners of his clothes.

However, his entire body was faintly enveloped in a layer of pale golden Buddha light. It was not dazzling, but it separated him from this hellish scene, making his handsome face appear even calmer, even with a hint of laziness afterward.

He closed his eyes slightly, as if feeling something, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a slight arc.

Good deeds are recorded, and it feels good.

Chapter 75: Dealing with stolen goods, Ai Li wants to help scrub the body!

Xiuyuan bowed his head and chanted the Buddhist mantra:

"Om, Ah, Hum, Pa, Sa, Lo, Aluri, Hum, Pa, Ta."

As he chanted the mantra, the image of Acala appeared behind him. The majestic deity had a frown on his face, six arms spread out, each holding a magical instrument in his hand, looking solemn and dignified.

Buddha's flames rose from under his feet, and the golden tongues of fire moved as if they had life, quickly spreading to the entire underground space, enveloping all the corpses and remains.

In the blazing flames, the broken limbs and coagulated blood turned into powder, and then completely disappeared without a trace.

After handling the scene and completing the process of killing, scattering ashes, and salvation, Xiu Yuan turned and walked towards the corner.

There were several iron cages there, with four or five little girls curled up in them. The oldest was no more than seven or eight years old, and the youngest was only four or five years old.

Their eyes were dull and their clothes were half-naked, and they were obviously being treated as "commodities" to be auctioned.

Xiu Yuan looked at these little girls. There was no aura of sin on them, which was why they survived the massacre just now.

These innocent souls are also the best choice for cultivating karma and reaping merits.

After all, eliminating evil and promoting good are both merits.

"Amitabha, - you are saved."

Xiuyuan snapped his fingers and the lock on the cage door opened.

The little girls still huddled in the corner, staring at him in horror, as if he were some terrible monster.

No wonder, they all witnessed some of the massacre just now.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Xiu Yuan said in a calm tone.

The youngest girl suddenly burst into tears, her cry was so sad, as if she wanted to vent all the fear of the past few days.

Several other girls joined in sobbing, and their cries echoed throughout the basement.

Xiuyuan frowned, walked forward, and gently placed his palm on the top of each little girl's head.

A faint golden light emanated from their palms, the flow of Buddha's power, warm and pure. Layers of Buddha's light flowed from their heads through their bodies like flowing water, washing away the impurities on their bodies and even more so, the psychological trauma they had endured in the past few days.

"All right."

Xiuyuan withdrew his hand.

"Come out with me now."

After being cleansed by the power of Buddha, the eyes of these little girls became much clearer.

The youngest girl even timidly grabbed the corner of Xiuyuan's clothes, as if she had found support.

"Master, where are my parents?"

One of the older girls asked timidly.

Xiuyuan didn't answer immediately, but just shook his head.

He didn't need to tell them that most of the children sent to such places had their families long since disappeared, or had been sold by their families themselves.

"Now, get out first."

Xiuyuan had no intention of comforting him, he just gave orders.

After looting all the valuable items in this underground black market, Xiu Yuan set off on his journey home with the five little girls.

He had a few blood-colored crystal cores in his arms and a backpack on his back, which was filled with ill-gotten gains.

These are all good materials for building a temple. Anyway, the original owner has turned to ashes, so it can be considered as the cycle of cause and effect.

Five little girls lined up and followed him obediently through the dark streets of Tokyo.

Occasionally, passers-by would cast strange glances at him, but when they saw Xiuyuan’s stern face, they would tactfully look away.

"Master, where are we going?"

A little girl asked in a low voice.

"To where I live."

Xiu Yuan answered in a calm voice without any emotion.

"Don't worry, no one will hurt you again."

This promise was not made out of pity, but simply a statement of fact.

About an hour after Xiuyuan left

A short and fat man with shifty eyes hummed a tune and walked to the small door of the abandoned warehouse as if he knew the way there well.

He was a regular here, just for the thrill. Pushing open the unassuming little door, he rubbed his hands together, a lewd smile of anticipation on his face, ready to face the scent of blood and hormones.

However, all he was greeted with was dead silence and overly clean air?

The man froze at the stairs and sniffed hard, but the familiar "intoxicating" smell of sweat, blood, and alcohol was gone.

He walked down the stairs suspiciously, and the entire picture of the underground space appeared before him - empty.

There was no deafening music, no crazy shouting, no bloody cage fights, no "goods" for sale, and even the gambling tables and bars were gone.

The ground was so clean that it could reflect light, with only some very faint traces remaining at the junction of the corners of the wall and the ground, as if they had been burned by high temperature.

"What's going on? Did they move? Or did I get drunk and end up on the wrong set?"

The man rubbed his eyes, took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello? Yamamoto-san? What's going on with the place? It's empty!... What? You don't know either?!"

The confusion on the other end of the phone made the man's heart sink, and an ominous premonition crept into his mind.

After a while.

Several police cars came roaring in and set up a cordon.

The leading police captain initially thought it was a prank, but when the technicians reported that trace amounts of blood residue were detected at the scene and there were signs of high-temperature burns on the walls, his face became serious.

Retrieve hidden cameras outside and inside the warehouse.

Surveillance footage became the key.

In the conference room, several senior police officers in charge of the case sat in front of the screen, and the atmosphere was depressing.

The scene began to play. At first, the monk just walked in calmly, then two strong men came forward to provoke, and then... the scene suddenly became bloody and violent!

The monk's moves were lightning fast and clean, and the sound of bones breaking seemed to penetrate the screen.

He moved with impunity, each strike a precise, life-dealing blow. Those normally ferocious thugs and vampires seemed as fragile as puppets before him. His robes were stained with blood, yet a Buddha's aura shone through them. The stark contrast sent chills down the spines of the watching police officers.

Finally, golden flames rose up and burned everything, leaving only an empty and clean place.

"This...is this something a human can do?"

A young police officer looked pale and couldn't help but speak.

"Shut up!" The leading police captain shouted in a low voice, but his hands were shaking slightly.

"Immediately seal all information and classify it as top secret. Report this matter...to the Third Special Operations Department, directly under the Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office, for handling!"

He was well aware that this case involving supernatural powers was far beyond the jurisdiction of the Metropolitan Police Department.

This monk is like a humanoid Gundam. Who is going to catch him? Is he just asking for his life?

Messages were transmitted quickly through encrypted channels.

In the early hours of the morning, in a luxurious mansion, a middle-aged man with meticulously combed hair and a gloomy face was awakened by a phone call.

He is a member of the House of Representatives, Nobuo Tanaka, and also one of the actual controllers of the underground black market. He belongs to a middle-class family that is quite influential in the political and business circles.

After listening to the trembling report from his confidant on the other end of the phone, Tanaka Nobuo suddenly threw the antique teacup in his hand to the ground, and fragments flew everywhere.

"Baga! A monk? He destroyed my place?! And killed so many people?!"

His face was distorted with anger. The heavy loss was secondary. What was more important was that it disrupted many of his plans and made him lose face!