This chapter is one hundred and thirteen chapters of killing monks

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Ling Yun walked out slowly, the monks were busy molesting the female corpse, and did not notice, suddenly, the fat monk felt extremely cold on his neck, looked up and saw a sharp sword on his neck, and immediately his legs were weak, thinking that it was the family of the female corpse who came to seek revenge, and begged for mercy: "Big ...... Hero, it's none of my business, it's all the abbot who killed him. ”

Several other monks who were immersed in their work noticed the abnormality, and when they looked up and saw Ling Yun, they were all shocked, and the people who had done too many bad things were the most weak-hearted, and they were all ready to smear oil on the soles of their feet, after all, although there were many of them, they did not carry weapons, where could they beat this person with a long sword.

Ling Yun shouted: "Whoever goes, who dies!"

A person was far away from him, and did not believe in evil, turned around and was about to go back to the temple to report the news, but as soon as he raised his foot, his body had been cut into several pieces, and his head rolled to the ground, until he rolled into a pit full of maggots, his limbs were cut off, his torso was broken in two, and blood sprayed directly, and the monk next to him was originally dressed in gray clothes, all dyed red.

Several monks were shocked, no one dared to escape, their legs were soft, and they fell to the ground, just like the fat monk.

Ling Yun asked, "The people in this pit were all killed by your Fengqi Temple?"

The fat monk kowtowed and said, "Yes, yes, it was our abbot who killed it." ”

"Your abbot can kill these hundreds of corpses alone, what about me?" Ling Yun said angrily.

The fat monk couldn't hide it, and pointed to the monk next to him and said: "He also killed, they all killed, only I haven't killed anyone, please spare my life." ”

The monk next to him said angrily: "Fart, which monk in Fengqi Temple has never killed anyone? The abbot's bastard was originally a bandit, and he asked each of us to enter the temple to accept the name of the vote, regardless of men, women and children, the monks in the temple have killed people, more than 100 killed, and one or two fewer killed, dead fat, what are you pretending?"

"Okay, since you've all killed people, then don't blame me, go down and be reincarnated as a beast. Ling Yun said lightly.

When a few monks saw the death just now, they were terrified, but there was no time to regret it.

Every monk whose hands were stained with blood was like a cowbell at this moment, looking at the flesh and blood all over his body.

Ling Yun wiped the blood from his sword, swung his sword into its sheath, and brushed it away.

Behind him, there were four human bodies, flesh and blood were blurred, and there were eight hundred sword wounds on their bodies, but they were not dead yet.

The fat monk was in pain all over his body, and he felt that his heart was broken, and his internal organs were about to burst out, but he just couldn't die.

"My sword is the fastest sword in the world, compared to Ling Chi, you enjoy death much more comfortably, now, while you are still conscious, hurry up and jump into the dead man's pit by yourself, otherwise, the blood splashed everywhere when you die is not good." Ling Yun had already walked away, and the voice penetrated from afar.

When the four monks heard this, they realized that they were not dead, and they scrambled forward, hoping to return to the temple and the abbot would save their lives.

Unfortunately, everyone only took one step, and the tremendous pressure forced the extremely thin sword wound to burst open, and the blood burst out like a fountain, scattering in all directions.

In the blood, broken into pieces of internal organs, constantly spurted out of the body, and fell on the surrounding grass and trees, and the green forest was filled with a large circle of blood-colored mist, and the fishy smell overflowed with the wind.

"What a fast sword!" was everyone's last thought before they died.

One by one, the sinful bodies fell into the pit of the dead, staying with the corpses they had mutilated and abused, and the maggots soon crawled all over the four corpses, covered in blood and wounds, and burrowed into their mouths, ears, and noses, as if the soul of the unjustly killed was biting and devouring revenge.

Ling Yun didn't want to take a second look at the masterpiece behind him, and rushed all the way to the back door of the temple along the mountain path.

"Donor, the temple is closed today, please go back. The two monks guarding the back door stared at Ling Yun vigilantly, blocking his way into the temple.

Ling Yun smiled slightly and said, "Since the two masters are monks in Fengqi Temple, they must have also accepted the nomination certificate?"

The two monks were shocked, and one pretended to be calm and said: "What kind of name, our Fengqi Temple is a century-old temple, how can you allow you to slander wantonly with a broken mouth, get out of the way quickly, otherwise don't blame me for having no eyes with my fists and feet!"

"Why lie to me, I am also a person who sincerely wants to join Fengqi Temple, there is a tall monk in the temple who is my cousin of the lay family, he recommended me to come here, and my temple is a place of bliss without taboos, not only can I enjoy all kinds of women, but also make a fortune, get rid of poverty, so I want to come to make a name, I don't know if you can let me enter the temple to find my cousin?"

The two monks looked at each other, half-convinced, waved their hands and said: "Not today, the temple is in retreat and cultivation, tomorrow you come to meet your cousin, at that time the door is open, pilgrims come in at will to burn incense and worship the Buddha, no one will stop you." ”

Ling Yun said: "Then if I accept a vote, can I go in?"

The two monks were stunned for a moment, and said, "Did you kill someone or rob a woman?" Why don't you see you with you?"

"My nomination is two heads, I wonder if this is enough?" Ling Yun asked with a smile.

A monk said disdainfully: "What are the two heads, who in this temple does not have a few unjust souls? The woman I slaughtered at the beginning, just like killing a pig, also put the corpse in the dining hall, cut off the meat to make human meat buns, compared with me, you are simply a witch." ”

"Really?" Ling Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and said to the other, "I don't know what this master did to enter this temple in the first place?"

Another let me say: "I am a well-known flower thief in the rivers and lakes, first rape and then kill, criss-cross the north and south, there are dozens of delicate flowers with less cruelty, and then the government found the traces, chased tightly, and had to temporarily settle down in this temple, there are big people covered, and no one dares to check Fengqi Temple!"

"It seems that my nomination is nothing compared to the deeds of the two of them, insignificant, do you and I still want to take these two heads?" Ling Yun asked.

The two monks said in unison: "If you want to enter the temple, of course these two heads want it!"

"Well, since the two of you are like this, then you're welcome. Lingyun said.

The two monks watched him pass through the gap between the two, and one of them said angrily: "Why are you so ignorant, let you not enter the ......" Before the words were finished, the head had been separated from the body.

The other person saw the most terrifying scene in his life, the famous flower thief in front of him, his bare head actually slipped off his neck and rolled to the ground, his mouth was still chattering, and streams of blood spurted out of the broken neck, and his eyes were full of disbelief, and he was desperate with infinite fear.

"This ...... How is this possible?" The monk, who was good at making human meat buns, opened his mouth wide in surprise, watching Ling Yun gradually move away, and just wanted to touch his neck, but found that his hand only touched the air, his head fell, blood sprayed directly, and there was unprecedented despair in his dead eyes in the grass.

Ling Yun's sword seemed to have never moved, and the two heads had fallen to the ground, and the eyes of those two heads stared at each other as if they had seen a ghost.