"Could it be that the real flower thief is the old monk Ran Li?"

Ye Qiuyang couldn't believe it, so he hurriedly described the appearance of the old monk Ran Li to Li Jiajia, but the answer he got was the same.

He raised his eyebrows,

"Hold the grass, it's really that old monk Ran Li!"

Before, he thought that the flower thief might be a disciple of Fasheng Temple, but he didn't expect that it was actually their abbot!

Dingyuan retorted,

"Impossible, Senior Sister Jiajia, are you mistaken? Abbot Ran Li, but the absolute and respected predecessor of Lingquan Temple, how could he be the flower thief who killed his sisters?! ”

Li Jiajia said with great certainty,

"Absolutely not mistaken, I have also practiced Buddhism since I was a child, and I recognize the level of the robe, which is the abbot!"

Ye Qiuyang said to Dingyuan,

"Nothing is impossible, people can't be disguised, how do you know the true face of the old monk Ran Li?"

He recalled that after stopping Yan Liang that night, it was no wonder that the old monk Ran Li killed him directly without saying anything, and now it seems that he was killing ghosts and destroying his mouth! Because he is Yan Liang's mastermind behind the scenes!

Murong Qingxue echoed,

"Yes, there are many philanthropists who do good deeds and care for children all day long, but in fact, they are all big drug lords behind their backs, and I don't know how many families they have killed."

Dingyuan shook his head, still reluctant to believe that the seniors he had seen since he was a child would be innocent flower thieves.

She said, "No, I'll have to find out." ”

Ye Qiuyang said impatiently,

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get out of this hellish place first, anyway, no matter who the flower thief is, I'm going to interrupt him!"

As he spoke, he called out Zhou Tai and cut the shackles on Li Jiajia and the two of them with the King Chuang knife.

After regaining his freedom, Ye Qiuyang took them out of the secret room together.

When he came to the Buddha Hall, the little monk's corpse occasionally dripped some undried blood from his mouth, which made the blood pool under his body expand a little, and the entire Buddha Hall was filled with the smell of blood.

Li Jiajia and Dingyuan clasped their hands together and chanted almost at the same time,

"Amitabha, sins and sins."

Ye Qiuyang shook his head,

"0, I really can't stand you nuns, nagging to death."

The three of them walked out of the Buddhist hall one after another.

Ye Qiuyang said,

"Qingxue, you send the two of them back first, and I'll go to the old monk Ran Li in person."

Before the words fell, a familiar figure appeared silently in front of everyone, it was none other than the old monk Ran Li!

The old monk Ran Li is still the same as the last time they met, smiling,

"Amitabha, a few donors, it's so late, why did you suddenly visit Fasheng Temple?"

Ye Qiuyang pursed the corners of his mouth and scolded,

"Yo~ Old monk, you're good at acting, are you ready to enter the entertainment industry?"

Ran Li said with an innocent face,

"Acting? Donor, the old man doesn't understand what you mean. ”

At this time, Li Jiajia pointed at him and said loudly,

"Sister Qingxue, it's him, it's him who took away another senior sister, it's not wrong!"

Murong Qingxue took out the weeping spirit whip and said coldly,

"Ran Li, what else do you have to pretend? It's a shame that as the abbot of a temple, I have practiced Buddhism for so many years, and I actually did such a hurtful thing! ”

The old monk Ran Li knew that he had been exposed, sighed, looked at Li Jiajia and said,

"Alas, little girl, I should have eaten you sooner, so that no one would have seen me."

"Well, now that you all know, I don't have to pretend."

"That's right, the 'flower thief' these days is me!"

Dingyuan's body trembled, and he almost sat on the ground,

"Abbot Ran Li, how can it be ......?"

The smile on Ran Li's face disappeared completely, and his eyes became extremely gloomy,

"You guys are going to be nosy, no one wants to get out of this door today, they all have to die here!"

"Wen Chou, do it!"

After speaking, a military general came out in response, holding a long-handled broadsword in his hand, murderous!

Ye Qiuyang recognized the breath on Wen Chou's body, it was the evil ghost who resisted Dingyuan tonight.

He sneered,

"It's okay, old bald donkey, you have a lot of ghosts, but it's a pity, it's all garbage!"

Zhou Tai didn't wait for the order, he had already dragged the king knife and slashed at Wen Chou, and the two ghosts fought fiercely together.

This Wen Chou, who is similar to Yan Liang's cultivation before, is naturally not Zhou Tai's opponent, and after dozens of rounds, he gradually couldn't resist it, and finally was caught and cut off his arm with a knife!

"Ahh

Wen Chou clutched his ghostly shoulders and fell to the ground, wailing in pain.

Zhou Tai took advantage of the victory to pursue, and raised the sword of the king to completely end the ugly text.

At this time, Ran Li's thumb flicked violently, and a bead with a golden light hit Zhou Tai's chest.

Zhou Tai was caught off guard, snorted and retreated, and green smoke rose from the place where he was hit in the chest.

Wen Chou took the opportunity to get up from the ground and hid behind Ran Li,

"Lord, this bastard cut off one of the last general's arms, you must avenge the last general!"

Ran Li glanced at Wen Chou, and then a monstrous aura burst out from his body, and he suddenly turned around, aiming at Wen Chou's Heavenly Spirit Gai is claw!

With this claw, he used almost all his strength, and Wen Chou let out a last terrible wail, and then turned into wisps of black gas and dissipated, completely scattered.

There was no emotion in Ran Li's eyes,

"Waste, it's a waste like Yan Liang, what's the use of leaving you!"

Ye Qiuyang narrowed his eyes,

"Ruthless enough, old bald donkey, you killed both ghost generals yourself."

"As for your old life, I'll take it today!"

He kicked his legs, and the whole person flew out like a spring, using the fire dragon explosive fist, gathering spiritual power, and bombarding down with one punch!

The old monk Ran Li sneered,

"Stinky boy, you are only eighteen or nineteen years old, why are you so crazy? I'm going to depose you today! ”

He didn't dodge or dodge, his arm was wrapped in layers of evil qi, and he received Ye Qiuyang's punch head-on.

The two forces collided with each other, stirring up bursts of surfing, and the courtyard of Fasheng Temple was full of sand for a while, and the robe on Ran Li's body was even more swaying with the wind.

His eyes gradually revealed shock,

"You actually have the cultivation of the Heavenly Master! This can't be, you're not even twenty years old! ”

Ye Qiuyang hooked the corners of his mouth, "Don't use your own stupid gaze to measure others!" ”

As he spoke, he increased the weight of his fist, and Ran Li finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he was beaten back again and again, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Qiuyang landed smoothly, and thought to himself, this old monk is not simple, he has the cultivation of the Heavenly Master, but it is a pity that he has already reached the middle grade of the Heavenly Master, and he can completely solve the old monk!

He spoke,

"Old bald donkey, give you a chance, kill yourself, or I will slowly torture you to death!"

(3rd Update)

(End of chapter)