The bandits were still wondering, wondering why their boss had walked over and stood still. These people were originally going to do it instead of him, but seeing the boss touching the knife, they understood it and left him with this bloody knife.

"Smack." The sound of a drop of water falling and hitting the ground suddenly appeared in the eerie silence of this moment.

One of the thieves turned his head and looked outside, and found that there was no rain outside the ruined temple. Besides, even if it rains, it doesn't just rain a drop and never rain again, right?

"Smack. Click, click. "The sound grew faster and faster, until at last it was connected and it was difficult to hear the individual sounds.

The bandits were surprised to find blood spreading at their boss's feet, and thinking of the sound of falling rain before, they were sure that their boss was injured. Surprise immediately turned into horror, and in their minds, the boss who was extremely vicious and led them to live a nourishing life moved.

His body swayed and he fell forward, never to get up from the ground again. Under him, the blood flowed even more, a small pool of blood appeared, and under the light of the fire, the blood appeared more vivid.

"What, what's going on?" One of the thieves opened his mouth wide, and behind him, there was a soft sound of "duh".

He turned his head, his mouth wide open, and there had never been a moment when he was so afraid of a person. Yes, more fear than fear of their boss, because of such an incredible scene, their boss simply can't do it. His body trembled, and he felt a cold gaze behind him watching him, approaching him, coming to take his life.

"Bang."

The thief landed with the long knife in his hand, spread his legs, and ran straight out of the ruined temple. He didn't want to care about everything in the back, and he didn't want to touch those women, because his life was gone, how could he take care of this?

The long knife fell to the ground, and the series of sounds made by escaping made the bandits in front subconsciously turn around? Then they found that this companion of theirs staggered a few more steps towards the door of the ruined temple, and then fell to the ground.

He lay on the ground, not dead yet, but the blood flowing from his throat, even if a hand stretched out and covered it, could not stop the blood from flowing out of his palms and between his fingers. His lips curled, trying to tell the bandits behind him how he died and who killed him, but he didn't even have the strength to speak. In the gradually dissipating, dim eyes, I looked at the side of the door of the ruined temple, a small leaf inlaid on the yellow clay wall that had not fallen.

The leaves are verdant, and although they have left the branches, they still retain the color that represents life. It's just that unlike the final fate of its kindred, it didn't fall into the dirt, but into the mud wall. At the edge of the leaf that was not completely submerged in the wall, there was a layer of blood on it, and a small drop of blood was brewing, but it did not fall for a long time.

It was too dark, too far from the burning campfire, and no bandit noticed the unusual leaf. Only the dead bandit noticed, and he knew very well what a horrible figure the young monk in the temple was, who didn't even look like he had grown all his hair, and he chose to run away, and did so.

Then, he died.

"What the hell?" Some bandits were even more dazed, just now their boss died, and now another companion is also dead, and he died inexplicably.

They are not afraid of face-to-face fighting, and the terrible thing is that you don't know where the enemy is, let alone when death will come. How do they cope? Even if you want to play with your life, you have to know who to play with.

The many bandits, whose faces lost the relaxed countenance they had just had, stopped laughing. The long knives in his hands were raised, protecting the front of him, and vigilantly scanning every corner of the ruined temple. There were also several daring bandits, working in groups of two, groping their way to the corners where they thought they might be hiding.

The expression of each thief was extremely hideous, and he intended to choose someone to devour. The women who were bound saw this scene and shrank into a ball. The body was constantly shaking. But at this moment, no bandits paid attention to these delicate and weak women, they were more concerned with solving the threat than enjoying them.

"Damn it!" One of the bandits stomped his foot hatefully, and his fierce gaze immediately fell on Sora Goku, who was standing next to the campfire. As soon as they entered the ruined temple, this strange boy did not have any normal reaction that ordinary people should have.

Even now, he didn't look at them who looked extremely vicious, but stretched out his hands to catch the leaves falling from the branches of the big trees on the ruined temple in the night wind. I'm afraid this is not a fool, is it? As soon as the idea came to him, he dispelled it. He's seen fools, but he definitely won't have the same eyes as this kid.

"Boy, what do you know? Say it! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! Taking a step closer, he snapped.

"What do I know?" Sora muttered to himself, pouring the fallen leaves from the palm of his other hand on the palm of his right hand, mixing the leaves that were either yellow or green.

"What do I know, you ask?" He finally raised his head, withdrew his gaze from his palm, and fell on the bandits.

The Buddha said that all beings are equal, but Kongwu did not feel that he needed to put these thieves in the equal position of everyone else, because the knife in their hand, the blood on the knife, had long been telling a kind of inequality. The world is inherently unequal, and anyone who wants to say that everything is an equal existence is trying to be superior to others.

The Buddha was no exception.

The thief who opened his mouth felt a great humiliation, and the act of empty enlightenment was undoubtedly a provocation to him, especially when their boss was dead and he had a chance to fight for the position of boss. With his eyes wide open and his long knife raised, he was ready to use Kongwu as his first stepping stone before becoming the boss, "Say! ”

As soon as this word was spit out, he suddenly felt a little cold, not far from him, the bald young man a few steps away, his lips were red and his teeth were white, but his heart trembled faintly, tangled.

The boy was still smiling, smiling very plainly, smiling so much that people felt like the spring breeze was lingering, but I don't know, why is there some cold?

The thief suddenly thought that such a smile had actually been on the boy's face all along, from the beginning to the present. He probably knew why he felt cold, because this smile was not aimed at them, and the young man's eyes were even more devoid of them, no different from looking at the stones and trees together.

"I know you're all going to die, donor, go to bliss." Sorago's eyes narrowed, and in front of him, the leaves in the palm of his hand were stacked on top of each other, like a blooming flower.

The other hand, brushed over, between the two fingers, caught a leaf and threw it out. The leaf, in the flickering light of the fire, the shadow that flickered by, swept by, as before, over the thief's neck.

A blood mark appeared on his neck, first a thin one, and then gradually expanded, and blood was filled. "Plop", he fell, fell next to the campfire, and the long knife fell next to the palm, but he could no longer grab it.

The other bandits, at this moment, finally understood who the threat was! It's him! It's this kid who is no threat in their eyes, can be kneaded at will, harmless to humans and animals!

"Kill!" Roaring angrily, the bandits, who knew who the enemy was, no longer had the slightest fear, brandished their long knives, and ran towards Kongwu.

Their boss, although the two companions died strangely, this kid's methods may be very clever, but there are many of them! There are many people, and if they go on to cover up and kill, although some of them will die, he is the one who must die!

Indifferent, in the face of the bandits who took action, Kongwu did not have any emotional fluctuations. He watched, laughed, and the blades between his palms and fingers flew through the soft parts of the human body, cutting a shallow and fatal scar, and finally carrying the layer of blood on the blades that was covered on it, and disappeared into the darkness.

One by one, the blood flowers bloomed and splashed out in the broken temple, and little by little the blood color that appeared, like petals, rose one after another and fell to the ground. The flames of the campfire, beating and crackling, spark, like the blood flower, shone in the most striking colors in mid-air.

One after another, the bandits fell, knowing how they had died, but they didn't even notice the blades coming. I just felt a slight chill in my throat, followed by a sharp pain that spread, and the smell of blood in my nose. And then they fell. Before life left their bodies, they looked at their companions and rushed towards the young monk, and many others fell to the ground one after another, just like them.

Today, before this time, they would have never imagined that they would die like this. Some people have thought about how they will die, and they have expected that bandits are in the business of licking blood with knives, and they are all desperately enjoying themselves. However, even the most imaginative one could not imagine that he would die in humiliation on a small leaf like this.

A small leaf is nothing more ordinary, and there are countless of these leaves on any tree beside the road. In the hands of Kongwu, this ordinary leaf has become a sharp weapon for killing, and for every leaf, a thief dies under the leaf.

All beings are equal, and in the eyes of emptiness, they are indeed equal. These leaves are equal to these bandits, so Kongwu used a leaf to send a bandit on the road.

One leaf withered and one fell, probably among the lives of these leaves, the most brilliant is at this moment.

The leaves fell, and the leaves fell in the hands of Kongwu, flying, and those bright eyes were as indifferent as ice. Every moment, the death of a bandit, the empty mind, not even the slightest wave of alarm.

The leaves, the falling. The wind was still blowing, and the leaves on his head were still falling, but Kongwu didn't catch the fallen leaves anymore, took a step forward, and greeted the remaining bandits with his bare hands.

A corpse, a blood, behind this blood, far away on the ground, there is a blood-stained leaf that stays there.

"Bang." The fist slammed into the chest of one of the bandits with a dull thud, and the bandit flew backwards, his back slamming against the dirt wall. The entire earthen wall collapsed, burying the bandits in it.

A long knife flashed down, and Kongwu's finger pointed at the blade, and with a few "clanging sounds", the blade broke in response. A few broken blades fell, and he was sent into the body of the owner of the long knife.

In a flash, the monk's robe on his body flew up, and the blades of the blades passed by him, and one by one the thieves flew out with their long knives. There was blood, the sound of broken bones and breaking, appearing around Sora, and gradually becoming more frequent.

He is a monk, and he is also a very rare monk in this game. Of course, no player would choose such an unpopular profession. Especially at this time, at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, even in the whole world, there were not many temples.

Because there were not many temples, Kongwu casually found this dilapidated mountain temple on his way. And because he came here and had a place to stay, Kongwu carved a statue of himself and placed it with the statue of the mountain god.

Of course, this is not the dove occupying the magpie's nest, he did not remove the statue of the mountain god, and what is it called occupying "his" nest? As for which Buddha is enshrined, although it is indeed difficult to see, Kongwu thinks that the eyebrows and eyes on the Buddha statue are still very imaginary with himself.

I am Buddha. The Buddha in the mind of emptiness is himself, and what he believes in is himself.

The Buddha said that compassion is cherished, and emptiness also says that compassion is cherished, but there is a distinction between good and evil. Just like these bandits now, Enlightenment has no mercy on them, just as they have no mercy on the victims of the plunder.

The Buddha also said, "I am the only one." Emptiness is self-exalted, just because he is his own Buddha, walking for his own beliefs, and thinking about good and evil.

The Buddha is ten million people, but the Buddha is him in the eyes of empty enlightenment. I am a Buddha, I am a Buddha, only I am a Buddha!

A kick kicked out, tiptoe to the chin of the last bandit kneeling on the ground, kicking him back in the head. There was a crunch sound on the spine, and the thief's spine snapped off in response, and his head bounced back, and the whole thing shrugged down.

Kongwu's monk's robe was stained with a lot of blood, and he stepped forward step by step, stepping on a pool of blood, and came to the front of the captive women. smiled slightly, and there was really a warm smile on the empty face.

(End of chapter)