A horse-drawn carriage drove slowly to the mouth of the alley, where two old men were playing chess.

The carriage swept past the two and came to a halt at a private house.

The coachman was a man in his forties, with a whip in his hand, and he lifted the curtain.

When even two people walked down with a woman with a better posture.

The woman had already fainted, and was carried into the courtyard by them.

There were also more than a dozen men in their thirties in the courtyard, with their chests open and a sharp knife at their waists.

A bearded man came out of the house, "Why did you bring one back?" ”

"Boss, the wind is tight during this time!"

The bearded man glared at his subordinates fiercely, and had no choice but to say, "Bring it in first." ”

Under the hall.

A monk is kneeling on a futon, knocking on a wooden fish and reciting a sutra in his mouth.

The bearded man pushed the door in, and said respectfully: "Master Biqing, someone brought it." ”

Monk Biqing stopped reciting the scriptures and did not look back.

"Why is there only one?"

The voice was cold, with a chill.

The beard swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Recently, there have been a lot of lost women, and the wind is a little tight, so it's not easy to catch." ”

There was silence in the hall.

The beard and heart were tight, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

After a long time, I heard Biqing say leisurely: "Go to the hands and feet." ”

The voice is soft, but it is clearly audible.

Beard breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes! ”

"Amitabha."

A kind smile appeared on the corner of Monk Biqing's mouth, and what was in front of him was not a Buddha statue at all.

Rather, it was a row, a whole five wine urns.

On the wine urn, each has a human head.

Monk Biqing is using scriptures to dispel the resentment in their hearts.

"There are only five of them this month, and I don't know if it will delay Master's practice.

My Buddha is compassionate! ”

Suddenly, an exclamation rang out.

The woman who had just been tied up woke up halfway through.

Monk Biqing frowned slightly.

It seemed that he couldn't see this meeting, and closed his eyes again.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The beard made people gagged the woman's mouth and dragged into a side room.

The house was dim, and as soon as I entered.

A strong smell of blood came to my nose, and I don't know how many innocent people have died here.

The beard took out the ring head knife and sprayed a mouthful of wine on it.

"Woooooo

The woman whimpered.

"I hope you can hold it."

The beard has long been used to it.

Raise the knife and drop hard.

The woman closed her eyes and let out a heart-rending scream.

However, no blood was spilled.

Instead, it made a sound of "bang" and the sound of gold and iron resonating.

The bearded man took two steps back, and the ring-headed broadsword in his hand burst into a gap.

A silver streamer appeared in mid-air.

This is........ Flying swords?

...........

A gust of wind blew through the alley, teasing the dead leaves on the road, and there was a slight rustling sound.

Li Ping'an stood at the mouth of the alley, bent over.

With a weed in his mouth, his attention was all on the chessboard between the two old men.

He's been waiting for a long time.

One of the stinky chess baskets finally went home for dinner.

Li Ping'an sat down, "Uncle, let's have a plate." ”

Uncle readily agreed.

Li Ping'an picked up a white piece and knocked it on a corner of the chessboard, making a crisp sound.

The old cow rolled his eyes in disgust.

With your skills, you can also go down to the evergreen monk.

That guy is still a fur boy.

There is wind in the courtyard, and it is constantly shuttling through it.

Sometimes it is blown by the wind, and sometimes it is mixed with the sound of wooden fish.

A bright lamp, swaying in the wind, emitting a faint yellow light.

The flying sword swept by, and the silver light was slightly deflected, and it crashed into a boulder in the courtyard.

The man hiding behind the boulder stiffened.

A large amount of blood spat out of his mouth and he collapsed to the ground.

Silver swords flew in the air, blood splashed, and there was a dead silence in the small courtyard.

Two doors were slammed open.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped, and the monk Biqing frowned slightly.

The posture remained unchanged, and the silver light slammed into him from behind.

"Ding!!"

There was a sharp crunch, splashing a burst of sparks.

"Amitabha!"

Around the body of the monk Biqing, a layer of golden air cover faintly appeared.

Then the sound of "jingle" continued to sound.

The sword curtain drawn by the silver sword turned faster and faster, forming a brilliant wall of light.

A circle of silver sword light shrouded the body of Monk Biqing.

The brows of the Biqing monk became tighter and tighter, and the speed of reciting Buddhist scriptures became faster and faster.

...........

"Hey, I said that you young man will play chess when he plays chess, what do you change when you keep moving your fingers?"

Uncle couldn't help but ask.

"Is there something wrong with it?"

I saw Li Ping'an pinching it with one hand.

The index finger and middle finger of one hand are straight together, and the ring and little fingers are bent.

It was constantly shaking in mid-air, and there was a breeze lingering.

Li Ping'an smiled, "It's nothing, I'm sparring with a brute." ”

The uncle's face changed.

Li Ping'an hurriedly said: "It's not about you. ”

After a while.

Li Ping'an is considered to be the master of the stinky chess basket, step by step, and he is about to win the game.

The uncle smiled smugly.

Young man, it's still too frizzy.

Li Ping'an frowned and pondered for a long time, I am afraid that this situation will not be solved.......

I had no choice but to use a trick.

Li Ping'an's expression was heavy.

Wave your sleeves and break up the board.

Get up, "Don't play!" ”

The action is done in one go.

Uncle:...........

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Ignore the sweet words of the uncle behind him.

.............

Pushing open the courtyard door, Li Ping'an strode in.

There were many people lying in the courtyard, but none of them died.

It's just that they can't all move, and everyone's hamstrings and tendons are almost picked.

There were only one or two, and Li Ping'an didn't control his strength well.

Accidentally killed.

Walk straight into the hall.

Monk Biqing fell in a pool of blood, covered in blood.

There was no longer any strength to resist.

When he heard the voice, he turned his head to look.

“..... Who are you? I don't know what kind of enmity there is with the poor monk? ”

"Someone spends money and buys your life."

"How much?"

Monk Biqing had a hope in his heart, and if the other party took money to do things, then he could also give him money.

"One article." Li Ping'an said lightly.

Monk Biqing was stunned for a moment.

One...... An article?

He thought he had misheard.

Wrong! I must have misheard.

"Moo!"

Lao Niu saw the girl on the wine urn and angrily gave Monk Biqing a kick.

Beasts, cattle can't stand it.

"I ask you to answer, saying a nonsense will kill you, understand?"

Biqing Monk: ".... Understand! ”

"Who is behind you?"

"My master, the abbot of Ganye Temple."

"What are you doing this for?"

"For immortality! Master said that one or two people are nothing to live and die for a long time. ”

Li Ping'an was silent.

The old cow angrily gave Biqing a kick again.

It is not a person who dies, but a mother, a wife, a daughter, a family.

Or even a couple of families.