The starless night weighed down the pedestrian street, and the icy rain was swept by the cold wind, whistling through the street.

In front of the store, retro-style lanterns sway in the glare of neon signs, plading passers-by with a reddish-blue hue.

Although it was late and the rain was heavy, it still couldn't stop the men and women from having fun here.

Sweet-looking couples snuggled under the same umbrella and walked briskly towards the cheap hotel marked with the word 'half price'.

The drunken man covered in alcohol stared at his blank and empty eyes, touched his skull indiscriminately, and wanted to insert the desire chip he had just bought into the spiritual aperture.

Opposite him, ragged scavengers squatted under the eaves of the alley, waiting expectantly for him to enter the sorghum.

Among these crowds, there are workers and slaves who are worth their money, there are untouchables who can't afford to hold iron rice bowls, there are fierce gangsters, there are cunning and treacherous street vendors, and there are also high-spirited followers.

Those who sell their bodies compete with those who sell 'gods', and those who play with money compete with each other.

Among these people are Ming people, and there are Yi people. There are not only men and women, but also neither men nor women.

As for age, that's a puzzle that the naked eye can't tell.

With compassion on his face and compassion in his eyes, Longtu folded his hands in front of his chest, like a god on the verge of the earth, walking among the blind, foolish, and sensual rabble.

In his eyes, there is no difference between beauty and ugliness among the pedestrians around him, only the smell of his body.

The rust of machinery, the heat of food, the intoxicating smell of alcohol, and some unspeakable fishy smells.

These scents all have one thing in common, they are all produced by desire.

And the fiery desire is the most high-quality medium for the degree, and it is also the best carrier for the development of the earthly Buddha kingdom.

"No wonder they will attack me first, it turns out that you didn't run away."

Longtu's eyes looked through the dense crowd of human heads and at the other end of the pedestrian street.

A dark red lantern, a tall woman standing with an umbrella, her arm holding the handle of the umbrella tattooed with the image of a witch.

The raindrops snapped on the umbrella, making a clattering sound, and the blowing wind ruffled her waist-length hair.

Concubine Yuan Ming squinted at those affectionate phoenix eyes, and smiled charmingly: "The old lady's hard work for so many years has been ruined, and if I don't overkill you, how can I swallow this breath?" ”

The two were obviously dozens of feet apart, but the words they said could clearly sound in each other's ears.

"After all these years of hiding in Chongqing Mansion, you have a lot more courage."

"Hidden?"

Concubine Yuan Ming smiled, "A clay puppet, no matter how much gold is pasted on the face, it can't become a Buddha." It's just that you don't dare to come to Chongqing Mansion, how can I hide it? ”

Long Tu said lightly: "I'm here now, you should return the stolen Buddha Host." ”

"Right here."

The woman raised her hand and patted her abdomen, "If you have the ability, you can take it." ”

As he spoke, a drunken man who was about to pass by Longtu suddenly stumbled under his feet, and his bloated and fat figure immediately stood unsteadily, leaning crookedly towards the monk.

That's when it happened.

A petite figure in the spurt rushed at great speed, slammed into the drunken man with a fit and fell to the ground.

The drunkard's eyes embedded in the horizontal flesh and the girl's eyes blocked by wet hair looked at each other calmly for a moment.

Poof!

"If there is no Buddha's will, don't hurt my lord!"

Broken bottles and sharp hairpins plunged into each other's necks almost simultaneously, splatters of blood quickly escaping through the streets.

is enough to make ordinary people change color, but it didn't get Longtu's cold eyes.

He stepped over the corpse with his feet up, and walked on.

"Changed your body to the host of the Buddha Kingdom, no wonder Gong Qing will die in your hands. But if you do this, don't you worry that you won't have a chance to nirvana? ”

A strong man in a shirt rushed out of a restaurant, muttering unintelligible barbarian words, drew a slender sword from the staff of civilization, and rushed straight towards Concubine Yuan Ming, who was standing on the dark red lantern.

"Nirvana came over Nirvana, and I don't know what kind of monster it is!"

Concubine Yuan Ming didn't bother to turn her eyes to look at the thin sword that was about to stab in front of her, and scolded disdainfully: "If it weren't for my genes not being suitable for other sequences, my mother would have changed her door a long time ago, and you are still surprised by your bullshit nirvana?" ”

Zheng!

The rapier was cut open by a rusty boning knife.

The scavenger who rushed from under the eaves stabbed the Xiyi strong man into the waist of the strong man, and the aftermath was more than just twisting around his waist and eyes.

But before the smirk on the scavenger's face could dissipate, his throat was pierced by a thin sword from nowhere.

"Concubine Yuan Ming, don't forget that you are also a member of the Buddhist Sect!"

A trace of anger finally jumped out of Longtu's indifferent eyes, "If you say such rebellious words, you will be pulled out!" ”

Bang!

High-pitched gunfire rang out in the street, but the bullets that flew towards Longtu were caught by a face that stretched out.

Viscous brain contents splattered from behind the cracked skull and sprinkled onto the ground that the monk had just passed.

The gang members who had just fired were surrounded by the crowd at this time, and the blood spurted out splashed on their numb faces.

Such a picture is only a microcosm of the chaos at the moment.

In fact, similar scenes are being played out on this pedestrian street.

The streets, which were bustling not so long ago, are now slaughterhouses filled with chaos and carnage.

Slaves kill untouchables, shopkeepers kill shopkeepers, boyfriends kill female companions, armed men are besieged, and slaves are drowned in a sea of people

Whether they are familiar or unfamiliar, at this moment they only have the anger from the heart in the face of life and death enemies.

The only thing that can distinguish them is the passionate Buddha cry out from the mouths of those who are guarding Longtu: "If there is no Buddha's will, don't hurt my lord!" ”

"Look at these people who were bewitched by you to die, you are also worthy of calling yourself a Buddha, and you still want to pull out the tongue of the old lady?"

Longtu frowned and asked, "How are you different from me?" ”

"The difference is big, and the old lady has long stopped doing this kind of deceptive and immoral thing."

Concubine Yuan Ming smiled, stretched out two staggered index fingers and thumbs, "The old lady is all using money now, stupid!" ”

What do you mean? Aren't these people Yuan Mingfei degreed?

If not, then what is her Buddha host doing?

Longtu's heart sank suddenly, and he suddenly felt that his vision in front of him began to distort, and the whole world swirled and changed.

"You're a bald donkey, aren't you? Next, it's up to our protagonist to entertain you. ”

The woman's laughter was filled with the pleasure of a successful plan and the comfort of revenge.

At the moment when Longtu's vision was about to dim, he saw a tall figure holding a black umbrella appear at the end of the long street.

The surface of the umbrella is slightly slanted, revealing an angular cold and hard jaw, and a murderous sneer.

"See you in the Buddha country!"

At the same time, the half of the crowd who had been transformed by Longtu into a Buddha suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.

The other half of the members of the finch family who were 'measured' by Concubine Yuan Ming with treasure money quickly disappeared into the wind and rain after completing the business.

The fighting in the long street suddenly fell silent, as abrupt as when it broke out.

The wind and rain have not stopped, and the mutation has happened again!

A red shadow rushed out from behind Long Tu, as fast as a speeding red line, stabbing in front of Concubine Yuan Ming in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the woman was about to be torn apart by the red thread, at the last moment, a pale stick shadow crashed out along Concubine Yuan Ming's sideburns!

Boom!

Not far away.

Ma Wangye held the rod 'Zhao Guts', stood beside Li Jun, and said in his mouth: "The master beats the master, the Dharma Protector God does the Dharma Protector God, just fuck the prominent one is fair!" ”

(End of chapter)