Since he chose to come at night, he naturally didn't want to alarm the people, and after solving the wolf dog in the courtyard, Jiang Liu and Gao Yang quietly pried open the door bolt of the main house and walked in.

In the master bedroom, Zhang Yuanwai was sleeping soundly with a young and beautiful woman in his arms, and in the side lying next to him, his genuine woman was sleeping alone.

Gao Yang made a move and put the sleeping wife and concubine to sleep, which woke Zhang Yuanwai up.

Zhang Yuanwai, who woke up, looked at the two strangers who appeared in his room, and wanted to shout loudly in shock.

However, a flying knife pressed against his neck, and at the same time, Gao Yang's voice was low, pretending to be fierce: "Don't shout, otherwise this woman's hand may have to shake."

Feeling the cold touch of the flying knife in his throat, Zhang Yuanwai's heart trembled, and he opened his mouth to shout the words, and immediately swallowed back, and said in a trembling voice: "Two, the two have something to say, if the two of them are for money, I am willing to offer five taels of silver, no, ten taels ......."

As Zhang Yuanwai's words sounded, the river next to him lit the oil lamp on the table, and the faint light dispelled the darkness in the room.

Holding an oil lamp in one hand, Jiang Liu came to Zhang Yuanwai.

"Jiang, Jiangliu, is it you!?", looking at Jiang Liu, who came over with an oil lamp, Zhang Yuanwai was shocked and shouted.

A little novice who grew up in Jinshan Temple sneaked into his house in the middle of the night with a murder weapon, which was something that Zhang Yuanwai did not expect at all.

"Zhang Yuanwai's life doesn't seem to be worth much."

Holding the oil lamp, he came to Zhang Yuanwai, and Jiang Liu's voice said calmly: "In order to arrest me, you are willing to take out thirty taels of silver and collude with the bandits, but to buy your own life, are you only willing to take out ten taels of silver?"

"You, how can you ......", Jiang Liu's words revealed his collusion with bandits, which made Zhang Yuanwai look at him in surprise.

A boy who is only fifteen years old, does it seem that he underestimated him?

Since Jiang Liu was able to tell the matter of thirty taels of silver and the bandits, he had obviously investigated it clearly, and Zhang Yuanwai also knew that it was completely meaningless for him to deny it again, so he decisively admitted his mistake.

"Little Master Jiangliu, it's me who is wrong, it's me who is obsessed, I apologize to you, thirty taels of silver, thirty taels of silver, I am willing to give it to you, make up for my mistakes, and be merciful to the monks, and please forgive me for the sake of our fellow villagers."

Zhang Yuanwai cried bitterly, looked remorseful, and begged for mercy.

These words are full of sincerity, thirty taels of silver, and they speak with the identity of a person in the Jiangliu Buddhism, and they also show the truth of friendship with fellow villagers.

If he was a little soft-hearted, it would not be too difficult to embarrass him when he cried so much.

Thirty taels of silver, Zhang Yuanwai was very heartbroken, but in front of Xiao Ming, the silver taels were not worth mentioning.

Zhang Yuanwai also knew the situation of Jinshan Temple, and thirty taels of silver was enough to impress the other party.

Not only take out the money, but also admit your mistakes, as long as it is stable, it should be fine, and then get through the catastrophe in front of you.

A fifteen-year-old boy is also at the time when his blood is strong, who knows what he will do when he is really angry? Zhang Yuanwai does not want to gamble with his own life.

It's just that although Zhang Yuanwai's idea is good and his choice is good, Jiang Liu didn't look impressed.

"What, do you think I'm here to make money?"

Jiang Liu knew very well what his purpose was, he came to seek revenge, not to make money.

"You, you must be ruthless? Aren't you afraid that the old Fa Ming will punish you?", Jiang Liu's attitude made Zhang Yuanwai startled, since it is useless to beg for mercy, then move the old Fa Ming out.

The monks are compassionate, even if they are at fault first, they can sincerely admit their mistakes, and I believe that Fa Ming will not approve of his murder and revenge, right?

"Murderer, people will always kill him, since you have decided to collude with the bandits to deal with me, you will naturally be prepared for failure, I will come to retaliate, you are already an adult, everyone has to be responsible for their own actions", Jiang Liu didn't mean to say any more nonsense, his eyes stared at Zhang Yuanwai, and raised the ebony stick on the side, and the killing machine was suddenly born.

"Amitabha, the monks are compassionate, since this benefactor has sincerely repented, why should this junior disciple sink into hatred?

It's just that, without waiting for the ebony stick of the river to smash down, suddenly, a Buddha horn sounded, and immediately, a young monk wearing crescent moon white walked in.

Jiang Liu and this monk looked very young, fifteen or sixteen years old.

It's just that Jiang Liu was wearing a gray-white shabby monk's robe, and the monk who walked in, dressed in a crescent-white monk's robe, looked rich and powerful.

"Master, help!", looking at the young monk who walked in, Zhang Yuanwai's eyes lit up and he shouted with joy.

The sight of this monk crushing a stone when he stayed overnight seemed to be close at hand, and if he wanted to say that he could save himself, it was possible for the monk in front of him.

"Who are you?", looking at the young monk who came out, Jiang Liu's brows furrowed slightly.

At first glance, this young monk gives people a feeling of extraordinary bearing, handsome, well-dressed, and has a good temperament, which is obviously unusual, and it seems that he is a monk who came out of a large temple.

In contrast, he seems to only have the advantage of being handsome.

"The little monk Dao Ji is a monk of Daming Temple, and he is here for the annual incense ceremony of the Big Buddha Temple, this junior brother, I have also heard of the grievances and entanglements between you just now, since this benefactor sincerely repents, why not give him a chance?", the young monk, speaking politely.

"Dao Ji, is this Jigong?", listening to the name of this monk, Jiang Liu secretly complained in his heart.

Of course, this is impossible, the legendary Jigong monk is not from the Tang Dynasty.

"You guy, it's so unreasonable, you and I have to participate in this year's incense ceremony, so it should be the same age, I grew up in the temple since I was a child, you and I are the senior brother, who is the junior brother, and I can especially know."

Jiang Liu's gaze fell on the other party's body, paused slightly, and then said: "It is easier to know than to do, I also understand the truth of putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot, and I also understand the compassion of the monks, but if you have not experienced the suffering of others, you should not persuade people lightly."

"Amitabha, it seems that the junior brother is obsessed with this, okay, you have a holiday with this donor, and it is understandable to take revenge, but this benefactor has a piece of grace for me, but I have no reason to stand idly by, in this case, I would like to do a fight with my junior brother to see their respective means of subduing demons."

"I said it, I'm the senior brother!", listening to Dao Ji's words, the ebony stick in Jiang Liu's hand was raised, and the golden light lit up between his hands.

The light melted into the ebony stick, and a stick pointed at the opponent, and the first strike was strong.

"Amitabha, is it Arhat Fist? It just so happens that the little monk also knows a little bit about ......," Dao Ji said in a low voice looking at the golden light that bloomed between Jiang Liu's palms.

I don't know if it's an auditory hallucination, the dragon's groan sounded, and at the same time, the golden light between Dao Ji's palms faintly turned into a dragon-shaped phantom, wrapped around his fist.

Facing the ebony stick that Jiang Liu pointed down, Dao Ji's golden fist directly met it.