"Kill him, sooner or later!" "Kill him!" The cold light in Shang Wu's eyes, as well as his voice as cold as a blade, kept swirling in Ruhai's mind.

"Click!"

A column of blood spurted out into the sky, "Ding Dong-"

The sound of blood flowing down the hilt, to the tip of the knife, and then sliding to the ground was particularly harsh and crisp, "Wow-"

The knife in his hand fell to the ground, and the bright red in front of him blocked the painful and distorted figure, "Moo-"

After all, the cow didn't have the strength to get up to the pair of front hooves, and only let out one last mournful cry, and a teardrop the size of a pea fell from the corner of his eye, "Bang-"

Crashed to the ground, and the ground under his feet instantly turned red...... "Boom-"

The summer thunder was bursting, and in an instant the sky was dark, and the wind blew raindrops, like water columns, splashing down from the air, and the blood gradually faded.

The rain and fog were shrouded, and the surroundings were gray, and it was impossible to see anything clearly.

Raindrops frantically smashed on Leng Ruhai's body, on his head.

A trace of cold pain hit, Shang Wu - Ruhai stretched out his arm, constantly groping in the rain, the raindrops flowed from the top of his head to his cheekbones, and then down his eyelashes, forcing Ruhai to open his eyes, so he had to raise his palm, and constantly streamed his forehead, "Whoa-"

The droplets of water that flowed down were pushed away with the palms of my hands, and I tried to look out through the cracks in my eyes, and not even a single tree could be seen around me, and it was as if there was nothing else in this world except the rain.

Even this road is so unfamiliar, as if it was born from flat ground, stretching without end, where is this?

My car is parked in this direction...... Martial arts, martial arts - you have always been loyal, always by my side when I need you most, but now, where have you gone?

No matter how loud I shout, I still can't hear you in my ears...... "Whoa-"

"W-"

Finally, I could see a corner of the green tiles, gradually, the rain gradually decreased, a bluestone paved path, appeared at the foot, the stone paved road was clear and clear, the water was sparkling, along the bluestone road up, a temple appeared at the end.

Like a small boat sailing in the sea, suddenly found the other shore of mooring, Ruhai's heart has never been so steady, he raised his footsteps, his joy was overflowing, and he quickly walked along the stone road, the green tile beams, the high threshold, the solid wooden pillars, and the bells that came from time to time, as well as the Buddhist sound of the monks chanting, with a magical magic, the peace of mind that had long been discarded, re-infused into the body of Ruhai.

Stepping over the high threshold, looking up at the hall, in front of the high wall, sat eighteen lifelike, golden Bodhisattva Dharma bodies, or staring at the beard, or pushing the palm and kicking the legs, or closing the eyes and sleeping peacefully...... All of them were dressed in flowing clothes, their appearance was majestic and solemn, and their expressions were not angry but majestic...... Mighty - as if in the midst of it, Ruhai heard "Bang! ”

There was a startling sound, and his knees weakened, and he fell to his knees on the futon.

"Greetings to the donor."

This sound was steady and heavy, making Leng Ruhai raise his eyes again, and standing in front of him was an elder dressed in a robe, with a wide nose and a square mouth, and his eyes were as deep as a pool of water.

"I've seen the abbot."

Ruhai stood up steadily and folded his hands, and returned the salute to the abbot, his clothes were soaked, and a breeze blew, and he couldn't help shaking his body.

"Wuchen, take this donor to the wing room to change into a monk's robe......"

"Okay, donor, please follow the poor monk ......"

Behind the host, a little monk folded his hands and bowed to him.

A few minutes later, Leng Ruhai took off his suit and shirt, changed into monk's clothes, and felt refreshed, he walked to the side of the host who was chanting, and was grateful, "Thank you, host." ”

"The Buddha is destined to be a person, and the donor has some Buddha fate, but-"

The host sighed and shook his head again, he didn't turn around and face Leng Ruhai, just closed his eyes slightly, put his hands together, and said Mito, "It's just that the donor's eyes are misty, his face is decadent, and his murderous aura has not been removed, and he comes with a body ......of sins."

"This, this—"

Listening to the abbot's words, Ruhai was secretly taken aback, his face was tense for a while, he had never believed in the ghosts and gods of the Mandate of Heaven, and today he strayed into the temple, and the words of this host are well versed in Zen machines, is it ......