"Huiming, Hugh is rude, don't hurry up and retreat......" Monk Huikong said unhurriedly.

"Senior brother...... This old Taoist is too ......" Monk Huiming pointed to the Dao and was about to say something more, at this time, the great monk Huikong glanced at him, Huiming didn't dare to say anything more, shrugged his head and retreated behind Monk Huikong, still looking very unconvinced.

"Master Wisdom ......"

A very weak voice came from afar, Huikong turned his head to look, but saw Lao Liu Tou lying on the ground, the blood gushing out of his mouth wet his chest, obviously the injury was not light, but Lao Liu Tou's expression was happy, he didn't expect that the savior would come so soon, they would be a little late, and he and Wu Feng would be killed by this masked old man.

"Senior Brother HC...... You and the nephew of the Zen master will help the two injured donors on the ground up......" Monk Huikong said very politely to a thin monk behind him.

The thin monk's eyebrows are also gray, but there is no beard, although thin, but a pair of eyes are dark and bright, like a puddle of water, it looks very wise, this big monk called Hui Cong only has a string of Buddha beads in his hand, nothing else, very respectfully to Master Huikong, and then took the little monk called Zen Heart to the old Liu Tou and Wu Feng respectively.

When the two of them walked to Wu Feng and Lao Liu Tou respectively, before their hands touched the bodies of the two of them, the masked old man spoke gloomily: "Wait...... These two people are the enemies of the poor road, they must be killed today, no matter which temple you are monks of the poor road, if you help them today, you are the enemy of the poor road, and there is only one end, that is, death! ”

"You old man is so arrogant, do you think the poor monk will be afraid of you, you ......"

Seeing that this masked old man was so arrogant, he had been standing behind Master Huikong, staring at the masked old monk Huiming finally didn't hold back, and he was about to reason with him in a rough voice, Master Huikong turned his head and glanced at Huiming again, and Huiming flicked his sleeves, and his angry face turned red, and he swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Master Huikong turned his head, his face was still calm, and he said unhurriedly: "This Dao Master, I don't know what blood feud these two donors have with you, you have to kill them?" ”

He muttered for a long time, but he couldn't say a word, and finally shook off his robe, and said impatiently: "You don't care about this, anyway, we have an enmity, the two of them must die today, Poor Dao still advises you, you better leave things between us alone, so as not to get into blood." ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Master Huikong pronounced another Buddha name, and continued: "God has the virtue of a good life, the Taoist cultivates, the poor monk is a disciple of Buddhism, speaking of which we are all monks, the monks should be merciful, and kill less, so as not to be contaminated with too much cause and effect, and it will not be beneficial to the Taoist master Your practice, the poor monk sees that you have no blood hatred, it is better for the poor monk to be a peacemaker, and please be merciful to the Taoist and spare the lives of the two of them......"

"You Buddhists are mother-in-law's, poor Dao is the most disgusted, don't pretend to be a monk in front of Poor Dao, Poor Dao is too lazy to talk to you old thieves, these two people, Poor Dao is killed today!" The masked old Dao's eyes widened, and his murderous aura suddenly became angry, and his Taoist robe was blowing without wind, and the terrifying aura spread out in all directions.