Chapter 237: Violation of the Rules

Outside the temple, someone approached quickly, and Li Changhe's gunshots spread throughout the entire Yu Village. Everyone was alarmed.

A dozen young men and women had surrounded the temple tightly, and at the same time, they smelled a strong smell of blood in the house.

In doubt, they planned to force their way into the temple.

"Master, are you okay?" Someone shouted outside the house.

"It's okay. Go help Lin Hu." At this time, the master's gentle voice came from the house: "Don't get close to here."

The young people hesitated, but the master's voice came again: "Go quickly. Lin Hu and the others can't hold on for long."

"Yes!"

The sticky blood plasma at the feet slowly soaked into the cracks in the ground, and the old monk looked at the body of the masked woman in silence.

Then, he let out a low sigh, like a crow in front of a tomb.

"Why should I break my promise?" The old monk stepped over the blood plasma and approached Li Changhe, tapping the ground with the six-ring staff in his hand.

Li Changhe did not get up, and still sat cross-legged on the mat.

At the same time, the candlelight in the room flickered, and the teacup in front of her began to stir.

The masked woman thought that with the old monk here, she could be protected and no longer worry about the ghost's death. Maybe she could even gain the magical power.

She never thought until her death that the boy who was also haunted by the ghost would kill her.

After all, Li Changhe's disguise did look like he was haunted by evil spirits.

It was really ridiculous that she dared to tell Li Changhe and Yun Ting what she had done.

Both of them came for revenge and didn't mind helping the poor girl with similar experiences.

Even if Li Changhe didn't do anything, Yun Ting would strangle the woman.

Jealousy, frame-up, betrayal. This was her Achilles' heel. She would never let this woman leave alive.

Li Changhe just took the initiative.

"You want to save even this kind of guy?" Li Changhe asked calmly, "Even if she deserves death?"

"All living things have cause and effect, and all have destiny. Since she got the black umbrella and came here, it means that she should not die." The old monk showed compassion: "Donor, saving people is a great kindness, why kill for evil spirits? Luo Qiao or this female donor. They may make mistakes, but..."

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As the candles in the Buddhist temple went out one after another, the room became darker and darker. The solemn and majestic Buddha statue also became more and more hideous.

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Li Changhe stood up and interrupted the old monk's nonsense. The space on his body fluctuated and flickered, and the green flames illuminated the temple like a ghost.

He put on the Great Wall Mountain Armor and the Green Fire Mask.

"Destiny? Presumably, those who died at Liu Yan's hands would not think so. Since you have done it, you have to bear the price! This is their destiny, don't think of letting her escape with your means. Whether it's her or Luo Qiao, this is their destiny!" A harsh sound came from the Qinghuo mask, and Li Changhe looked at the old monk, without any emotion in his words.

That Liu Yan was also a person whose fate was changed by the master. From a poor man who could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, he became a fitness coach.

This is a good thing, but what did he do?

Is this the fate of those victims? Fuck fate!

That's it, this hypocritical words have no effect on Li Changhe.

Change fate or fate.

It doesn't make any difference to him, all he has to do is to kill those damn people.

Since Luo Qiao is not in the village, then ask someone who knows!

"Donor, I have a vague feeling that you have something from my Buddhism." The old monk walked closer to Li Changhe, and the ground trembled slightly with every step he took.

As he spoke, he had already come to Li Changhe, and the two were one meter apart. Last night, the black-robed priest showed a frightened expression in this situation.

"Buddhist things?" Li Changhe glanced at the palm leaf scripture box in his left coat, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Yes, I did receive help from a great monk. I even became a Buddhist extraordinary for a short time."

"Became for a short time? Then you should also know that I am a Buddhist extraordinary. At this distance, it is unwise to be an enemy of me." The six-ring staff in the old monk's hand touched the ground, and cracks appeared one after another.

"Buddhist supernatural?" A harsh laugh came from the Qinghuo mask: "Don't pretend. Don't let outsiders see you fighting, isn't it to hide your true identity?"

Last night, when he fought with the black priest, he closed the door of the Buddhist temple and dispersed the young people who wanted to watch.

Now he is confronting Li Changhe and sending away those guys who came.

It is to hide something that will be exposed in the battle.

That is what he resists, what he repents, and what is unknown to others.

The task triggered by Li Changhe and He Feng is to confess sinners in Yucun, and the old guy in front of him is the so-called confessor.

The old monk's face did not change, but his eyes became more and more terrifying, like a fierce ghost who chooses people to bite. The white beard moved without wind, as if he was about to attack Li Changhe.

However, a strong pressure fell from the sky.

The old monk's face turned pale, and the ground under his feet cracked instantly. Li Changhe's attack has begun, which is the heavy pressure on the throne!

With the upgrade of skills, this has become Li Changhe's most effective means of control.

Compressing the field to three meters, the target within the range will bear nearly ten times its own gravity.

Even Xiang Wu, who has the highest defense in [General Mountain], can't hold on for long.

It is not easy for the master at this moment to be able to stand still, but this is not the end yet.

As Li Changhe clenched his fist, the area of ​​heavy pressure was compressed again, two meters, one meter!

The master couldn't help but fall to his knees, and then his legs squeezed into the ground. The stone slabs under him could not withstand the strong pressure, and they shattered one after another, cracking like a spider web. He was still sinking, as if he was about to sink into the abyss.

Li Changhe looked down at the sinking figure. As the attack took effect, some inhuman changes gradually occurred in the master's body.

With a slight snort, Li Changhe pointed the gun in his hand at his head: "It doesn't matter if he looks like this, now tell me where Luo Qiao is."

But in the deep pit, a pair of blood-red eyes lit up.

His voice was hoarse and bloodthirsty. His deformed hands grasped the edge of the pit. Like the devil in hell, trying to crawl out of the abyss.

This is the Master of Penance.

Decades ago, a monk got lost in the mountains.

Fortunately, after running out of food, the monk met a child from a nearby mountain village and was supposed to follow the child out of the forest.

Unfortunately, heavy snow suddenly fell all over the sky. It also trapped both of them in the mountain.

A few days later, only the monk who was about to starve to death left the forest.

He committed the precept of killing, and he also committed the precept of cruelty.

He became obsessed with it.