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Fairy Hall? !

After the shock, I suddenly realized.

I have repeatedly ruined Xiangongtang's plans, and they must have disliked me for a long time.

It's only a matter of time before you take revenge on me.

Just hiding is useless.

"Donor, don't panic. The young monk only takes the treasure and will not embarrass the benefactor."

After the monk finished speaking, he walked towards me step by step.

I quickly put on my human leather gloves, pulled out the long knife with a swipe, and held it across my chest.

"Is your real name Zhang Jianming?"

"The little monk has delusional thoughts."

The monk still replied like this.

The pace was neither fast nor slow, and he was still two or three meters away from me.

I couldn't ask anything, so I no longer sat still and waited for death. With my hand wearing a human leather glove, I rushed towards the monk with a knife.

Extremely fast and powerful.

A look of astonishment appeared on the monk's face, and he threw the rosary beads made of polished bones towards me.

Swish, swish, swish!

The rosary tightly wrapped around the long knife.

Waves of black gas came out of the bead.

Several ferocious faces emerged from the black air, and they rushed toward me with ferocious looks.

I felt a chill in my heart and used strength in my hands.

The long knife shook off the rosary.

The blade swung rapidly through the black air.

The rich black energy was scratched, and the ghostly face was torn apart.

and.

A familiar scene happened again.

The black energy was absorbed by the long knife and disappeared completely in just a few seconds.

There is a faint force flowing on the long knife.

"Why?"

The monk looked shocked.

"Are you also the incarnation of an immortal?"

"Young Master Immortal is nothing, you have to call me big brother when you see me!" There is no need for me to exert my own strength.

The long knife guided my hand and chopped towards the monk quickly and cunningly.

The moves are vicious.

In the narrow staircase, the monk could not resist and kept retreating.

I was forced back into the hole all the time.

The long sword did not stop because of this, and the sword light flashed, forcing Wuwu into the corner very domineeringly.

But the real purpose of the long knife is not him, but the rosary in his hand.

"The treasure I got with great difficulty must not be taken away by you!"

The monk resisted desperately.

However, as much black energy came out of the rosary, it was sucked away by the long knife.

It's almost the same as giving away someone's head.

The monk was anxious and angry, and could not express his suffering.

He originally wanted to rob my treasure, but he never thought that he would be the one being robbed.

The last trace of black air was sucked out, and the rope of the rosary split instantly, and gray-white beads rolled down everywhere.

"how so?"

The monk stared blankly at this scene.

"Do you know why?"

"Don't be greedy for things that don't belong to you!"

I took a long knife and killed him without any effect.

"Are you from Xiangongtang?"

"It's not a little monk's delusion." The monk's pupils trembled.

"No, I shouldn't have had delusional thoughts. Did I do something evil again?"

"I have sinned a lot, Master, save me!"

The monk held his head and knelt down in pain.

Tears fell to the ground.

"I am guilty!"

"Ask Buddha for forgiveness"

The monk cried bitterly, as if sincerely repenting.

Climb to the wall on your knees and kowtow to the wall.

"What's the use of crying?"

I looked at him speechlessly.

"If you want to truly repent, confess all your crimes!"

"I sincerely repent. I really don't want to do evil. Is it useful to confess?"

The monk cried in mourning.

"Of course it works." I said.

"I coveted treasure and killed many people. I don't want to do this! I want to atone for my sins!"

"Master saw that I was sincere, took me in, and took me to practice, but"

The monk lowered his head guiltily.

"But, Master."

"Master is not sincere in teaching me at all. Otherwise, why can't I get rid of my delusional thoughts after practicing for so long?"

"Master must be hiding something and refuses to teach me!"

The monk spoke very fast like a madman.

"Who is your master? The last monk who guarded the temple, or the person from Xiangongtang?" I asked.

"No, Master is not like them! The Immortal said that I am not guilty, and the treasure should be taken by a capable person."

"But Master said that all living beings are equal."

The monk's face was confused and contradictory, and his words were confused.

But I analyzed some information from his words.

He was originally a member of the Fairy Hall and liked to collect rare treasures from the world. After killing people and seizing the treasures, he was tortured by his conscience.

I don’t know how I ended up here, met the previous monk who kept the temple, and accepted him as my disciple.

Now he is the only one left in this temple.

His master was nowhere to be seen.

The corpse oil and the bone-polished rosary beads were used to scare the poor old monk.

He was trying to save people with good intentions, but he led a wolf into the house.

"Who should I listen to?"

"Who is right?"

"Immortal, or Buddha?"

“Who should I listen to and who can tell me the answer?”

The monk stared at the wall with wide eyes and stretched out his hands to scratch at the rough wall.

There were streaks of blood on the walls.

Under the blood stains, a Xuanwu picture finally emerged.

This crazy monk is interesting.

Worship the Buddha, the Buddha statue has no face.

Worshiping the Immortal Lord, the Xuanwu map is blank.

Doesn't he have the face to face both the Buddha and the Immortal?

"Monk, whether you are innocent or delusional, I can tell you what is right!"

I had a plan in mind and said loudly to him.

"Really? Do you know right from wrong? Tell me quickly!" The monk immediately turned to look at me.

"I can tell you, but you have to do something first."

"What? Tell me quickly?" the monk asked anxiously.

"Go and open the door of the cave first."

"Okay!" The monk immediately ran to the door and quickly found the switch.

The passage opened, revealing a narrow hole.

It was dark outside.

"You get out first!"

I let the monk take the lead.

Without saying anything, the monk got out of the cave and stood outside waiting for me.

I immediately came out of the cave and shined my flashlight around.

There is only the faceless Buddha with his back to us, and no one else.

"No one has arrived yet?"

"Who is it?" The monk looked around and was very confused. "Donor, aren't you and me the only ones in the temple?"

"You forgot what you said before, this is a trap, they are coming soon." I looked at him.

"What kind of trap?" His expression was blank, as if he had really forgotten what he had said.

He hasn't regained consciousness yet, so it's impossible to get clues from him.

I touched my chin.

"Since it hasn't come yet, I'll just take advantage of it."

"Donor, what did you say?" The monk looked at me and asked urgently, "I have done everything you said. Tell me quickly, who is right."

"Don't worry, it's not done yet!" I said slowly.

"Are you just like the old monk, trying to deceive me?" The monk suddenly became anxious, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"The Buddha is still here, how can I have the nerve to lie?" I pointed to the Buddha statue.

The fierce look in the monk's eyes suddenly turned into awe, and like a child who had made a mistake, he quickly clasped his hands together and bowed to the Buddha statue.

"Disciple has been reckless again. Please forgive me, Lord Buddha!"

Then he turned to look at me.

"What else needs to be done?"

"It's very simple." I whispered a few words.

He looks ridiculous now, but I haven't forgotten who he is.

If I want him to be of use to me, I must follow his thinking.

But if he is not careful, he will immediately go crazy.