The black-robed man's knife was angry, powerful and heavy, partial and erratic, gloomy and mysterious, the two contradictory qualities complemented each other in this knife, and it really had the power of gods and ghosts.

In the face of this knife, the monk did not dodge, did not even move, and allowed the knife to slash on his back.

The sword light cut through the coarse cloth robe on his body, almost on top of his body, but in the slightest moment, a pure and flawless holy light suddenly appeared from the monk's body, and the intensity of the holy light was like substance, which could block this earth-shattering sword.

The black-robed man's knife could cut through tofu as easily as a copper wall even if it was an iron wall, but it didn't have any effect on this holy light, but it was invaded by a hidden force along the knife.

The body shook violently, and the black-robed man withdrew his knife, but a mouthful of blood still couldn't stop vomiting, and the hand holding the knife trembled, almost unable to hold it.

"This can't be!" he looked at the monk in amazement, and although he knew that he probably couldn't beat the other party, he never dreamed that he would be defeated in this way. Why would this damn bastard suddenly be so incredibly strong?

"Why do you only cut my back and not my neck? Do you think my sister doesn't want to see me die? Devil, you are so naïve, and the power of the Lord is beyond your imagination. The monk turned and took out a worn-out Bible from his bosom, almost torn up.

He held the Bible in his hand and muttered scriptures to the black-robed man, and the holy light turned into a sharp sword that instantly pierced the black-robed man's body.

The black-robed man didn't even have room to react, and several large holes had been pierced in the vital parts of his body. A large amount of blood continued to gush out, dyeing the surrounding flowers an eerie bright red.

The monk walked up to the black-robed man and leaned over to pick up a flower that had fallen to the ground from the battle just now. The originally white petals were covered with blood. The blood was extremely red and as thick and transparent as amber, and if you looked closely, there seemed to be a flame burning in it.

Blood-stained areas of the flowers quickly wither at a rate visible to the naked eye. The monk shook his head in pity and put the flower back on the ground.

The black-robed man struggled to his feet with his hands and feet to get up, he covered his wounds with his hands, staggered to his feet, and fell down in front of the monk, an intolerable insult to him.

"The devil in you is really getting stronger. The monk watched the black-robed man's wounds carefully, except for a few parts that had been exposed to the sun because the black-robed robe had been cut and had not healed for a long time, the other wounds had been intact in this short period of time.

The black-robed man knew in his heart that he was not far from death. He had no fear of death, and it was his wish to die in this place, but before that, he was unwilling to give in to the man in front of him. He stood with his sword in his hand, and although he was already unsteady on his feet, he still resolutely faced the monk head-on, refusing to show the slightest weakness.

The monk suddenly put the Bible in his hand, the holy light receded like a tide, and he smiled softly and said: "Devil, do you want to be purified by the light of the Lord so much? Do you think you've always been able to get away with it all these years, is that just an accident? Sit down, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"What do you want to do?" the black-robed man asked, his voice weak, but the bravery in it did not diminish in the slightest.

The monk took it upon himself to find a large stone in the center of the garden and sit down. His voice was slightly hoarse, and he did not have the natural moving timbre, but he spoke as if he were reciting a hymn, with a unique sense of rhythm, sacred and solemn, which made people unconsciously respect.

He looked at the black-robed man, like facing any person who came to the church to confess, and said slowly in his unique voice: "Devil, your magic is getting stronger and stronger, but do you think that you have been able to escape every time over the years, is it because your magic is strong?"

"What the hell do you want to say?" the black-robed man couldn't help but shake slightly, and a conjecture was born in his heart that he absolutely didn't want to believe.

"I discovered this garden seven years ago. I often come here to prune the foliage and talk to my sister, do you think that lazy old man can take such good care of this garden?"

A cloud of sentimentality appeared on the monk's face that seemed to be eternally radiant, but it quickly faded, and he continued: "You are clever and cautious, is this the cunning of the devil? You hardly trust anyone, so that no one can know your whereabouts. But you have to come here once a year, no matter how far away you are, no matter how much you are hurt, you have to come here once a year. So since six years ago, your whereabouts have been under my control. ”

"Six years ago, it was. The black-robed man had long been suspicious of some strange coincidences that had befallen him, and although he hated the person in front of him so much, he had to admit that this person would never lie.

"Why are you helping me?" the black-robed man asked coldly, he didn't think the monk was kind enough to help him.

"I know you've been looking for a way to get rid of the devil from your body and lift the curse on my sister. Love your brothers and sisters is the Lord's teaching. I love my sister no less than you. ”

The black-robed man laughed loudly, laughing so hard that his wound burst and tears flowed from laughter. "Hahaha, you hypocrites are so ridiculous, you deceive others to the point that you even deceive yourself. You seem to have forgotten who put my lover in this desperate situation. ”

The monk stood up and walked up to the black-robed man step by step. The black-robed man was powerless to retreat, and he was even more reluctant to retreat. The two of them were close at hand, breathing could be heard, the monk took out the worn-out Bible, and gently rubbed it with a precious weight, he felt reluctance, worry, and an indescribable sense of hope and mission, and he slowly trembled and pressed the Bible into the hand of the black-robed man.

The monk burst into tears and said in a trembling voice, "You can really touch it." Indeed, it is the will of the Lord that the lost Lamb will be saved. ”

The black-robed man held the Bible for no apparent reason, and it seemed to him to be a tattered book with words that disgusted him.

He looked at the monk suspiciously, he hated this man to the core, he thought this monk was a sinister, cunning and ruthless hypocrite, but now, he felt as if he didn't know this man, what did this bastard want to do?

The monk wiped tears from his eyes and regained his usual peaceful smile.

"Devil, you need to go to the East, go there to find my brother Peter, it is the will of the Lord, you will be redeemed, my sister, my sister will be redeemed. ”