"I have always divided people when I speak, and I will naturally respect those who are worthy of my respect, and for those who are not worthy of my respect, then I will add up the evil words!" Fan Lang said in a deep voice.

"The Three Realms and Six Realms are peaceful, the supreme is the supreme, and the warrior monks among the monks protect the common people, kill demons and demons, and protect the Dharma and Buddhism, isn't it worthy of respect?"

"I respect the great virtues and monks, but I will not respect a group of traitors! What have you done to the Ancient Temple of Mercy, you old bald donkey know it in your heart!"

When Fan Lang said this, he simply showed the evidence, released the memories he had found from the copper arhat before, and displayed them in mid-air.

He also released a group of monks he had caught before, but he still used the formation to bind them, and did not completely set them free.

The scenes of the monks colluding with the Holy Light Continent were performed on the spot.

The abbot looked at these memory images, and his old face was moved, and his face was cloudy.

"How is it, what else do you have to say?" Fan Lang asked.

"Amitabha, these things are indeed the work of the old man, and it is only because the old man does not want to see the lives ruined, so he will make this decision. I'm sorry for you, but I'm sorry for the world. If killing you alone can save thousands of people, then the old man is willing to bear this sin. The abbot clasped his hands together and bowed his head.

"Okay, if you're honest, at least admit it, it's better than this group of dead duck-beaked monks. Then I will also open the skylight and say something bright, I came here this time to ask the teacher for his guilt, and to wash your ancient temple of mercy in blood, lest you go to help the Holy Light Continent in the future!"

"Donor, please calm your anger, there are tens of millions of monks in the ancient temple of mercy, and many of them don't know about it, they are innocent. If you go on a killing spree, won't you kill innocents indiscriminately?"

"You just said that you are guilty, and this crime of indiscriminate killing of innocents should be counted on your head. You are to blame for all this, if it weren't for your collusion with the Holy Light Continent, I wouldn't have come to settle accounts with you. ”

Fan Lang reached out and grabbed the hilts of the two swords, ready to kill. The dark clouds rolled behind him, the dragons roared, and the wind and clouds in the sky and the earth changed color.

"Donor, slow down!" the abbot hurriedly stopped, "If you have something to discuss, don't be impulsive!"

"You colluded with the people of the Holy Light Continent to set up a situation to kill me, and told me not to be impulsive?" Fan Lang asked coldly.

"The Shi wants to kill people to vent his anger, and all of this is because of the old man, who can't watch the corpses of the ancient temple of mercy all over the place. Since it is the cause of the evil that I planted, then it is up to me to eat the evil fruit, and I will bear all the sins alone, and I am willing to die to apologize for the sin!"

"Death to atone for my sins, and your life alone may not be enough to atone for my sins, nor to appease my anger. ”

"Then how can the giver appease his anger?"

"If you want me to calm my anger, it's very simple, just do three things. First, the Ancient Temple of Compassion gave me the treasure of the temple, the 'Rulai Staff Sword'. Second, all the monks in the Ancient Temple of Mercy promised not to collude with the Holy Light Continent again, and chose to stay out of the war between the two continents, I don't expect you to help the Tenglong Continent, as long as you don't drag your feet. Third, the two of us will fight to the death, and I will let you die under my sword, not simply commit suicide!"

Fan Lang put forward three conditions.

These three conditions, one is more harsher than the other, after hearing this, the abbot said categorically: "The old man can die, but the treasure of the town temple cannot be given to you! The treasure of the town temple has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is the lifeblood of the ancient temple of mercy, and it must not be passed on to outsiders!"

"My conditions are only three, since you don't agree, then I can only use force, don't regret it when the time comes. The emperor was furious, and his blood flowed thousands of miles. Fan Lang was furious, and the sea of blood was surging!"

Fan Lang said that, he directly slashed with his sword, and the crescent-shaped cold light went straight to the monks who were trapped in the formation, and it was they who colluded with the Holy Light Continent before.

"Stop!" The abbot was shocked, and hurriedly shook his two long eyebrows, the length of these two eyebrows skyrocketed, and the number doubled, turning into thousands of white silk threads, and went to stop Fan Lang's attack.

Fan Lang slashed out with both swords, one sword cut off the white eyebrows of the abbot, and the other sword slashed into the formation, enough ten monks died in Huangquan!

As a monk, if you don't join the WTO, you will not be able to understand the suffering of sentient beings, and if you do, you will be drowned by the red dust.

Blood spurted out, staining the world red.

The abbot was severely injured by Fan Lang's sword just now, retreated a distance, and watched as the disciple of the sect was killed.

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

The sound of chanting Buddha sounded in the ancient temple of mercy, and the sound became louder and louder, and it became one.

I don't know whether it is to express my devotion to the Buddha, or to mourn for the dead, or just to follow the crowd.

Fan Lang's sword was not stained with blood.

"It's still those three conditions, if you can agree, I'll stop, if you don't agree, then I'll continue to kill. You should know very well that the Ancient Temple of Mercy can't stop my sword. In the end, the treasure of your temple is mine. Fan Lang's voice was as ruthless as the twin swords in his hands.

The abbot of the empty is in a dilemma, he is reluctant to give up the treasure of the temple, and he is unwilling to see the blood of the ancient temple of mercy, which is really a dilemma.

Fan Lang didn't give the abbot much time to think, and once again raised his hand and took out his sword, killing all the monks in the formation.

More people died this time than just now!

"This is just the beginning, if you still don't agree, then I will continue to kill, and next time I should enter your ancient temple of mercy to kill. Fan Lang pointed the tip of his sword at the abbot's nose.

Looking at the blood and corpses, the abbot finally made a difficult decision, and said with a long sigh: "Alas, the donor, please stop, the old man will promise you!"

"You're interested. ”

"The other two are easy to say, the old man has already seen through life and death, life is not happy, death is not painful, but the sword is a little troublesome. This sword is not something anyone can take, if you can take it, it will be yours, and if you can't take it, it will be no wonder to others. ”

"No problem, I'll go and get the Rulai Staff Sword in person, if I can't take it away, then I don't want it, this one will be invalid!"

"Okay, that's a deal. Donor, please. The abbot made a gesture of please.

The matter has come to this point, and it can only follow Fan Lang's wishes, and stubborn resistance will only bring greater losses.

Fan Lang returned the sword into the sheath and flew into the territory of the Ancient Temple of Mercy with the abbot of Qingkong. The monks, large and small, glared at him angrily, and none of them gave him a good face.

Under the guidance of the abbot, the two entered a high tower, came to the top of the tower, and saw the so-called treasure of the temple.

The treasure is a golden Zen staff, about two meters long, inserted on a pedestal, covered with elaborate reliefs, with a Buddhist scripture, each word much smaller than a grain of rice. At the upper end, there is a carving of the Buddha Gate Rui Beast, which is connected with nine gold rings, and the whole body is shining with golden light.

This is the treasure of the ancient temple of mercy - the sword of the staff!

(End of chapter)