After speaking, Nie Changchuan took out the copper bowl and handed it to the maid beside the bed.

The maid didn't know why, stretched out her hand to take it, and looked at Nie Changchuan blankly.

Nie Changchuan said with a smile: "This bowl is called the King Kong Demon Bowl, as long as you hold it, you can ensure that your mother and several sisters are safe." ”

The maid couldn't understand it, and nodded quickly, carefully holding the vajra demon bowl that sounded amazing.

Seeing this scene, Nie Changchuan put his mind at ease, carried a wrought iron Zen staff weighing more than 100 pounds, and strode out of the door.

Yin Wenjiao, who was behind him, looked at his back in a daze, stretched out his hand, and wanted to call his son's name, but suddenly found that he didn't seem to have given him a serious name......

Thinking of this, Yin Wenjiao slowly lowered her arms and looked at Nie Changchuan's back with a complicated expression.

At the same time, Nie Changchuan had already stepped over the butler's corpse and walked outside the door.

At this time, the housekeeper did not go out for a long time, and the thieves on duty in the courtyard were already suspicious.

Two sturdy swordsmen stepped forward, stopped Nie Changchuan, stared at him and asked, "Where is Chief Manager Liu?" ”

Nie Changchuan held a Zen staff, put one hand on his chest, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Mr. Liu is dedicated to the Buddha, and the poor monk recites his piety, and has sent him to the West Heaven to meet the Buddha......

The two swordsmen were slightly stunned, and looked at each other blankly.

“…… What do you mean? ”

"Can that Liu Biaozi also go to see the Buddha?"

Seeing the reaction of the two, the corners of Nie Changchuan's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help sighing.

It's terrible to be uneducated, I said it so bluntly, why can't these two guys understand.

There was no way, Nie Changchuan could only patiently explain: "What the poor monk means is that he has been killed by me. ”

“…… What?! ”

The two swordsmen were shocked, took a step back, pulled out their waist knives, and looked at Nie Changchuan in disbelief.

Nie Changchuan was not afraid at all, holding a Zen staff, his eyes swept over the group of swordsmen who gradually surrounded him, and said lightly: "The water bandit Liu Hong, who is bold, has killed the imperial court officials on the surface of the Hongjiang River, impersonated him, and has been in Jiangzhou for 13 years. ”

"The poor man learned the truth from the mouth of the lady Taishou, and wanted to do the right thing for heaven, and accepted this thief, all of you here, anyone who does not know, can put down their weapons in front of the poor monk and save their lives...... Amitabha! ”

Hearing Nie Changchuan's words, all the swordsmen in the courtyard looked at each other, and they all showed fierce lights and surrounded each other.

Nie Changchuan nodded and said, "Very good, it seems that I am qualified to guard the backyard, and there is no innocent person." ”

"Less nonsense!" The big man with a mace in his hand pushed everyone away, strode forward, and said with a cruel smile, "You thief, since you know Brother Liu's secret, don't think about leaving alive!" ”

"Phew!"

After speaking, he let out a loud shout, raised his mace and smashed it into Nie Changchuan's head.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the mace's head burst open like a watermelon.

The Zen staff with four crescent blades poked out like lightning, piercing through the big man's face, like a hot knife cutting butter, easily splitting the head into four petals.

"Plop—"

The headless body holding a mace fell to the ground with a bang.

Nie Changchuan calmly withdrew his Zen staff, his delicate and fair cheeks were stained with a little blood, and he looked at the silent swordsmen, and Bao Xiang solemnly recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!"

Before the words fell, Nie Changchuan kicked his feet, slammed the ground, and rushed into the crowd waving his Zen staff.

The heavy Zen staff is like a hammer and a shovel, it can be smashed and sharpened, and in the hands of Nie Changchuan, who has the power of the heavenly dragon, it is even danced into a phantom.

"Boom!"

A heavy staff rested on the chest and abdomen of a swordsman.

The knife man immediately flew upside down, spitting out blood from his mouth like no money.

The injury to his chest and abdomen was even more terrifying, and the crescent blade at the top of the Zen staff almost instantly cut his abdominal muscles and turned them outward, and the heavy force attached to them poured into his body, squeezing out all the intestines in his abdominal cavity, mixed with blood and flowing all over the ground.

"Plop—"

The knife man fell to the ground heavily, rolled around his intestines a few times, and then his body squirmed slightly, and he was silent.

At this time, Nie Changchuan was already wielding a Zen staff, stabbing the demon slaying pestle at the end of the staff into the chest of another person, and then raised his foot and kicked it, causing his body to shoot out like a cannonball, smashing a tree and penetrating his chest by countless stubble.

"Poof—"

After the man landed, he vomited blood, clutched his chest, and a fountain of blood gushed from his mouth.

I have to say that this bandit who licks blood on the knife is extraordinary.

Even if Nie Changchuan showed his innate divine power, the other party still rushed forward with a fierce face, as if he thought that they could rely on their numbers and momentum to kill this monk who was far stronger than them.

But unfortunately, Nie Changchuan's strength was far beyond their imagination.

The reason why they killed in such an inefficient way was just to let these thieves feel the feelings of the innocent people who died at their hands in the first place......

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

A muffled sound came, Nie Changchuan's face was expressionless, and the Zen staff in his hand continued to wave mercilessly.

All the swordsmen who rushed up threw into the air, either smashed into the air with a hammer, or flew upside down and crashed into their companions, who were pierced through their chests by the waist knives in their hands.

Looking at the figure that was constantly harvesting life like a demon god, several swordsmen in the back finally showed a look of fear on their faces.

They stopped, looked at each other, and without hesitation, turned and fled.

Nie Changchuan noticed their actions, glanced at them, and said loudly: "Amitabha, donor, please stay!" ”

Hearing Nie Changchuan's words, those people not only did not stay, but ran faster.

One of the tall and thin swordsmen snorted and scolded: "You are a bald killing god, what kind of Amitabha Buddha are you also worthy of?" ”

Nie Changchuan smashed the head of the swordsman in front of him with a stick, raised his hand to grab the neck of the other person, and slammed it in the direction of everyone's escape.

"Whew-"

The body of one hundred and twenty pounds shot out, and the latter came first, over the heads of everyone, and threw it on the arch to the front yard.

The corpse fell clinging to the wall, leaving a red, blinding streak of blood on the whitewashed wall.

Everyone was shocked, and quickly stopped, looking at this scene with a frightened expression.

"Amitabha." Nie Changchuan's faint voice came from behind him, "My Buddha also has vajra angry eyes, if the donor is interested, he might as well stay and debate with the poor monk." ”

"Ahhh

A relatively short bandit was frightened by Nie Changchuan's Buddha-like words and deeds, he shouted in fear, took out the iron nail hidden weapon in his arms, flicked his wrist, and threw it reflexively.

"Whew! Shout! Shout! ”

Several finger-long iron nails flew over, were pinched by Nie Changchuan raised his hand, and then threw them backhanded.

"Poof—"

A thick iron nail pierced the man's forehead, leaving a hideous streak of blood, which was then embedded deep in the wall.

Nie Changchuan held a Zen staff in his hand, stepped over the corpses all over the place with an expressionless face, and walked towards everyone.

The thieves showed fear, and one of them suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted: "The left and right are also dead, it is better to fight with him!" ”

After saying that, he shouted angrily and rushed forward with a long knife.

"Bang-"

As soon as he was halfway through the run, the Zen staff in Nie Changchuan's hand smashed into his waist like lightning.

The figure of the swordsman instantly flew sideways, disappearing in front of everyone as if teleporting.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and the corpse of the knife man was stuck to the courtyard wall dozens of meters away.

Nie Changchuan didn't even look at him, just held the Zen staff and continued to walk towards everyone.

"Click! Click! ”

The heavy footsteps stepped on the ground, and also stepped on the hearts of everyone.

Finally, someone couldn't bear the psychological pressure, threw away the sword in his hand, screamed and turned to flee.

Seeing this scene, Nie Changchuan kicked under his feet, instantly stepped on the ground, and his body swept over everyone like the wind, and came behind the man, Pu Fan's big left hand pressed on the back of his head, and then slammed it to the ground.

"Poof—"

The massive head slammed into the ground, shattering like a bag of blood.

Nie Changchuan slowly stood up, with blood drops on his face, and looked at the people behind him calmly.

At this time, most of the two dozen bandits guarding the backyard had been killed by him.

At the moment, only the four people in front of Nie Changchuan were left.

The four swordsmen were full of horror and retreated one after another under Nie Changchuan's calm gaze.

Suddenly, one of them gritted his teeth, and with a fierce heart, he turned around sharply and stabbed the long knife in his hand into his companion's chest.

"Poof—"

The stabbed bandit spat out blood, his eyes widened, and he looked at him in disbelief.

"You ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the man drew his long knife and slashed horizontally, killing the other two companions who were still in shock.

After doing this, he threw away the long knife in his hand, pounced, fell to his knees, and kowtowed seven or eight times in a row towards Nie Changchuan.

Nie Changchuan looked at him in surprise, and was stunned for a while.

After the man kowtowed, he hurriedly raised his head, looked at Nie Changchuan with a grateful face, and said: "Boy Wan Dayong, I was originally a fisherman in Hongjiang, and it was Liu Hong's gang of thieves who robbed the fishing village, killed my parents, and plundered me to the village, so I had no choice but to be a thief." ”

"Now that the mage has eliminated harm for the people, the kid has finally been wronged and avenged his parents' blood vengeance......"

Hearing the words of Wan Dayong's chatter, Nie Changchuan frowned tightly, not knowing whether it was true or not.

After a little thought, he stepped forward and helped him up under the slightly puzzled and frightened gaze of the other party.

Then, Nie Changchuan's eyes suddenly burst into a flash of light, and Wan Dayong's eyes were in a trance for a while, and his expression gradually calmed down.

It was only then that Nie Changchuan asked, "What you just said, is it true or false?" ”

Wan Dayong said with a blank expression: "Naturally, it is true. ”

Nie Changchuan breathed a sigh of relief, and just wanted to unlock the spell, when suddenly his heart moved, and he asked again: "How many years have you been a thief?" ”

Wan Dayong said: "Fourteen years." ”

Nie Changchuan's eyes were cold: "Can you be evil?" ”

Under Nie Changchuan's complicated gaze, Wan Dayong nodded calmly.

(End of chapter)

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