Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his sword and looked sideways, looking at the deep corridor behind the door not far away, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a steep arc.

He heard a soft sigh.

"This layman, whether he is looking for revenge, seeking wealth, or looking for someone, the little monk has already retreated, why are you aggressive?"

"My Buddha is merciful, the little monk didn't want to kill, and he is also a cultivator, and he knows that cultivation is not easy to come by, so why tear his face and refuse to give up?"

"Those who come to find people can take them away, and those who come to seek revenge have already started to kill, if they seek wealth, I Buddha regard gold and silver as dung, and lay people take it for themselves."

"The little monk dared to ask, would you like to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi couldn't suppress his laughter, but there was a strange grunt in his throat, like the low roar of a beast that had forcibly suppressed his killing intent.

He tilted his head and looked at the monk.

The monk slowly walked out of the shadows, wearing a gray robe, wearing a black robe of seven strips, wearing a hat, holding a Zen staff, his face was unexpectedly handsome, if he had long hair, I am afraid that he would not have to be worse than some idol singers, his smile was bewitching, and he looked at Oesugi Qing's eyes, but he was deeply jealous.

He seemed to sense something.

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked around and squeezed the ghost cut in his hand.

"This master's place of cultivation is really different."

"I've heard that monks are just a profession in Japan, they can drink wine and eat meat, and they can marry wives and have children."

"But those who kill people and sell goods, manipulate gangsters, disregard human lives, and sacrifice souls... It's the first time I've seen it. ”

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?"

"The Buddha you worship, I'm afraid there is more blood stained with the knife in your hand than me?"

"I am not here to seek people, nor to seek revenge, nor to seek wealth."

"I'm here to kill you."

"Kikyo is just a new hatred, and we still have old hatreds - we have to let you die to understand."

Uesugi Kiyoshi bowed slightly, the ghost cut upside down, and there was a sense of slaughter in his voice.

"I'm the Ghost of the Collectibles Society, and I'm here to kill you."

"A few days ago, our agents were taken care of by you."

"I'll do it for them... Debt collection! ”

“...”

"Assault on agents, torture and murder of women, sacrifice to mortals, and punish all three crimes - immediate death!"

The sound is like a song, and the shadow is like lightning.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's feet exerted force, mirage, and used a "flash".

The distance of tens of meters was crossed in an instant.

His body swirled, penetrating his arm, and as soon as he turned around and slashed, Oni Che beckoned to the monk's head.

Since the monk dared to accept the sale of the Interception and Killing Collectibles Association, he must have two brushes in his hands.

He sighed again, with a compassionate face, and behind him there was a golden mang, his face was like a compassionate bodhisattva, and he recited the scriptures in a low voice.

"Little monk Mingkong, respect my Buddha, I have no intention of killing more, but I can't help myself, my Buddha is not to blame."

"Little layman, the little monk doesn't want to be your enemy, but he doesn't dare."

"You must know that my Buddha has a Bodhisattva with low eyebrows, and there is also a Vajra angry eye!"

Master Mingkong sighed, and the golden light suddenly appeared, and the substantial golden light crossed and in front of Uesugi Qing, it was like an invisible wall, cutting the sharp ghost three feet away.

The golden light was as bright as the power of heaven, illuminating the underground room as if the darkness and blood had been washed away.

And Master Mingkong, who is behind the golden light, is really like a living Buddha, with merciful eyebrows and eyes, and a solemn face, and he is a leader in relieving suffering.

Who would have thought that this was a demon with countless blood on his hands?

The more high-sounding he was, the more disgusted Uesugi Kiyoshi became.

This kind of person who says hypocritical words, but has no reverence for life at all, and regards human life as a mustard, is the person Uesugi Kiyoshi hates the most.

Demons eat people, just like people eat cows, sheep, chickens and ducks, and there is nothing that should and should not be said between different races.

If it's not my race, this sentence is already a world apart.

Can...

The monk in front of him, Uesugi Kiyoshi clearly felt that he was a human being.

Humans who have practiced the crooked and heretical way.

Driven by certain desires, he wields a butcher's knife at his fellow kind, and intensifies it.

...

He deserves to die!

Uesugi Kiyoshi stepped back and retracted his knife and gently knocked on the golden light barrier.

A hot burning sensation came from his hand, and when he looked down, his fingers were already charred black.

The mirage qi he used, unlike the qi of a cultivator, was not some orthodox transcendent power, and it seemed to be restrained by this Buddha's light.

The mirage was rapidly dissolving, the ghost fire was dim, and even the blue lotus next to the portrait of Uesugi Kiyoshi on the Hundred Ghost Picture Scroll had lost a little luster.

Flicking his fingers, Uesugi slowly raised his eyes.

The wound on his hand healed quickly, and he was back to good health in an instant.

The self-healing ability of the dog god is vividly embodied.

"You think you're safe?" He asked softly.

Master Mingkong smiled slightly, and was looking at Uesugi Kiyoshi with solemn eyes, his eyes full of righteousness, as if he was the one who slay the demons.

Hearing Uesugi Kiyoshi ask him this, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, and then turned into a flirtatious smile.

"Little layman, I don't know where you come from, and I don't know why the demonic aura on your body makes me tremble subconsciously..."

"I guess you come from an extraordinary background, too."

"I wanted to avoid it, but if you repeatedly deceive me, the little monk has to use tricks."

"The little monk has practiced Buddhism since childhood, reading the scriptures clearly, and the power of Sanskrit words is always in my heart."

"This piece of Buddha light, the little monk has been practicing penance for decades, breaking the demons and warding off evil spirits, and the demonic spirit on the little layman's body is probably only helpless against the little monk."

Master Mingkong's words were full of undisguised comfort.

He was very proud.

He had just been meditating in a secret room underground, and he was absorbing all kinds of human desires through the formations he had laid out.

Greed, lust, and anger are all his bread and can help him to cultivate.

He is indeed a monk who breaks the vows, but after breaking the vows, the growth of his strength becomes at his fingertips.

What crosses others and expels demons is bullshit.

Only power is what truly belongs to you.

Master Mingkong vaguely remembered that when he was six years old, he was still seven years old.

His master, the "owner" of a certain monastery, was targeted by the ghosts and gods because he helped the prisoners escape the invasion of ghosts and gods, and died violently in the meditation room.

He saw with his own eyes how hideous the old monk with kind eyebrows had become.

Peeling off his skin piece by piece, revealing pink muscle tissue.

The flesh was torn off piece by piece, and the pale stubble was unobstructed.

The eyeballs were gouged out, the nose was cut off, and there were only two large holes left in the ears...

His master, like a madman, ended his life by a cruel means.

At that time, he hid under the table of the Buddha platform, trembling, clenching his teeth, holding his breath, not daring to make a sound.

He spent a long, long time with that corpse.

It was so long that the blood dried up and turned into black stains, so long that the flesh and blood tissues rotted, so long that Master's bones turned yellow, and the whole house stinked.

One day? Three days? A week? Or longer?

He stayed under the Buddha platform and did not dare to go out.

When he was hungry and thirsty, he licked the flesh that Master had scattered nearby.

This Buddha platform is like his umbrella.

is his only one.

I don't know how long it took for someone to find this place and someone called the police.

Naturally, the police couldn't find the murderer, so they hurriedly committed suicide, and Mingkong was also entrusted to another owner to raise.

Since then, he has been silent and meditative, and his Sanskrit practice is at the top level in the monastery.

This is just the appearance.

Finally, when his Sanskrit method hit a bottleneck, he revealed his hideous minions.

Overnight, he slaughtered the entire temple, using the flesh and blood souls of his senior brothers and brothers, as well as the owner's flesh and soul as sacrifices, urging his Sanskrit words to refine a piece of exorcism Buddha light.

It's the piece that stands in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Ironic, right?

Such a righteous force is controlled by a devil.

It can't be helped.

Power does not recognize people, nor does it distinguish between good and evil, but it is used differently by people.

The clear sky has changed, from the depths of my heart.

What Dharma, what salvation.

Lip service deceptive tricks.

Strength.

He needs strength.

He no longer wanted to hide under the Buddha platform and gnaw on rotten flesh.

Instead of being someone else's knife, he should become an abuser.

Master Mingkong is long dead.

Standing here now is a demon who is clear and clear.

"Little layman, although I don't know who you are and where you come from, but... After eating you, it seems that the little monk will cultivate to a great progress. ”

"You are much more useful than those ordinary women - those women who are generally raised by me, even if they are humiliated to death, the hatred they contribute can only make my cultivation increase a little."

"Hey... How can this kind of waste have the value of living? ”

"Oh, yes."

"You're from the Collectibles Society?"

"I've heard of you, a few days ago, a brother from the Phoenix Courtyard came to me to cooperate, let me make a move, kill your prestige, and as a reward, he gave me a batch of women."

"Hmm... The women had run out. ”

"As a result, you came to the door with your hind feet, the little monk is really blessed, and I am blessed by the Buddha."

"That day, when I attacked and killed your association, the leading layman was indeed a little tricky."

"That door can actually compete with the little monk's Buddha light, those beasts that don't know where they came from, are really difficult."

"Originally, they were about to retreat, but who knows, suddenly a teenager rushed towards me desperately, as if because... I took a sword from him? ”

"It's really thanks to him, otherwise I wouldn't be able to deal with the people of the Phoenix Courtyard - I still count on them to provide me with more [goods]."

"I saw the opportunity, grabbed the young man's throat, and with a slight thrust, grabbed his heart from his chest and crushed it."

"You don't know, the dazed and desperate look on his face at that time was so wonderful."

Uesugi Kiyoki looked at Master Mingkong and let him talk there.

It wasn't until he couldn't stop his mouth that Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled awe-inspiringly.

He asked in a slow tone, in a questioning sentence.

"Yes..."

"Is that so?"

Accompanied by the words, a sword roared into the sky.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't use a sword, he used his hands.

With a flick of his right hand, the sword qi hissed, floating a few inches outside his fingers, like the claws of a beast.

Then, with a not-so-swift movement, he grabbed the golden light barrier with one claw.

Mage Mingkong's smile was contemptuous, but Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile was surging with murderous intent.

The golden light that had originally blocked all the mirage ghost fire swords, when it touched this sword qi, it was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, and the ice disintegrated in an instant.

Then, in the eyes of the Mingkong mage who had not had time to become stunned.

A slender but powerful hand drove straight in, tearing his skin and reaching into his chest.

Immediately afterward, he saw the blood-stained young man's hand grab a bright red, still beating heart, and hold it up in front of him.

Before the look of horror had spread over his face, he saw the smile on the young man's face turn cold, and it made him fall into the abyss.

The fingers were gently pinched together.

The heart that was still beating vaguely was like a bulging balloon, easily crushed.

In a sense, Master Mingkong is truly "heartbroken".

The Narujin sword qi was the sword qi that the Lord of the Hundred Ghosts used to completely destroy the ghosts and gods.

Even the true gods of Gao Tianyuan have to retreat when they encounter this sword qi, how can a small evil Buddha break the Buddha light refined with human life?

Master Mingkong's heart was grabbed alive by Uesugi Kiyoshi and pinched to pieces.

In the blood splattered, his face resembled that of the swordsman who died at his hands and was called Yamato by the Collectibles Association.

The same disbelief, the same unwillingness.

However, there are some differences.

He didn't die.

Uesugi Kiyoshi could clearly feel that the life force of this monk had not weakened, and he had no signs of dying.

And while he was thinking about this, Master Mingkong roared, shook his Zen staff, and his face became hideous and terrifying.

"Impossible, this is the Son of God given to me by my Buddha without breaking the golden body!"

"Why can you break it?"

"Impossible... That's impossible! ”

The amount of information in these sentences is a bit large, and Uesugi Kiyoshi doesn't have time to think much about it in this situation.

He could only see blood dripping from the large hole in Master Mingkong's chest, and the hypocritical kindness on his face was gone.

It made him feel a little more comfortable.

Master Mingkong's hypocritical face was finally torn off, and he roared fiercely.

“...”

"Kill you!"

"I bless me, cross your life!"

"Fa Xiang - greed!"

Countless thick mist, as black as ink, replaced the blood, pouring out of the Bright Sky Mage's chest, converging into the form of a small giant that almost broke through the roof.

This is a fat monk, his eyes are greedy, and his every move is full of power.

As soon as this Dharma Statue appeared, it pressed towards Uesugi Kiyoshi and tried to crush it into minced meat.

Uesugi Kiyoshi just snapped his fingers.

A samurai with a dog-headed body quietly appeared behind him.

Blatantly domineering, in a ferocious smile, the dog god stopped this Dharma Statue with a knife, so that it could not enter an inch.

Uesugi Kiyoshi stepped indifferently and walked towards the clear sky mage.

"Faxiang-Anger!"

The phantom that came out this time was a tattooed image of Yakuza, as if it was a collection of those violent gangsters under him.

He looked extremely irritable, and as soon as he appeared, he ran wildly towards Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Uesugi Kiyoshi snorted and raised his knife without pause.

The shadowless and formless sword qi flashed away, splitting the law phase phantom that was somewhat huge compared to ordinary people into two pieces, turning into a black mist and dissipating.

Master Mingkong's face had become apparent that his donkey skills were poor.

"Faxiang-Idiot!"

What came out this time was a charming beauty, she was naked, her smile was charming, and her every move seemed to be able to capture people's hearts.

Uesugi Kiyoshi only moved slightly in his heart, and then returned to silence.

It's illusion, a psychic attack.

However, at this level of anger, he was by no means a charm attack that could shake his mind.

Borrow, jump, knife out.

The famous boy Che Angang drew a bright crescent moon in mid-air.

By the time Uesugi Qing landed, the head of the red ** man had already fallen with a bang.

"Use human lives to landfill and build this third-rate ghost domain method?"

“...”

"Sure enough, mediocrity is mediocrity."

"Even if you try your best, it won't change the fact that you're a weakling."

This unintentional sentence just hit the sore spot in Master Mingkong's heart.

The last thing he wants to admit is his own weakness, and for this, he did not hesitate to give everything to become a human being, a ghost and a ghost.

At what point did he lose his heart as a human being?

Probably in...

The moment you devour Master's flesh and blood.

The monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but his face was covered with blood and his eyes were about to split.

Before he could make a sound, he felt a flutter in his body.

A huge ghost hand burst out of the ground, grabbed him, and slammed it against the wall.

Then came a sharp sword that pierced his shoulder and stared him dead.

The boy who made him shudder, with casual steps, paced in front of his eyes, revealing a creepy smile.

"Master, the night is still long, and there is time."

"Let's play slowly."

"Don't worry."

"Before you have suffered enough to pay for the sins you have committed."

"I'm not going to let you die easily."

"Me! Protect! Proof! ”