Mr. Dong Li took a slow breath, and the arrogance in his eyes was swept away, leaving only his face full of exhaustion, and his voice was much lower: "Monk, the magic power is shocking, but he does not have a mortal heart. In their eyes, there is only the way of heaven. Heaven is ruthless, so monks are ruthless. The joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows of mortals are not as beautiful in their eyes as a cloud, the wails and screams of mortals are not as loud in their ears as the sound of a gust of wind, and the major events of life and death of mortals are not as important in their hearts as a spell. ”

Mr. Higashi was silent for a while before continuing: "This is the monk you respect as a god in your heart. In their eyes, mortal law is less fragile than a cotton thread. Just imagine, such a group of 'people', they no longer regard mortals as their own kind, and the mortal world has no power to restrain them, but they still coexist with mortals in the same world......"

"In all fairness," Mr. Higashiri's voice softened, and even a faint smile appeared on his face, "Monks rarely kill mortals deliberately, and most of them use their supernatural powers to spread to mortals in battle. But ......"

The old gentleman whispered softly, and suddenly raised his voice again: "Isn't it a disaster if you are unintentional? Floods burst embankments, torrential rains, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes and landslides, these disasters are not deliberately instigated by anyone, they are not the same as devouring human lives, are they not the same as disturbing the people's lives? The disasters of immortals, monks, and floods and beasts are not the slightest difference!"

Mr. Higashi let out a long sigh, raised the jar, and drank the remaining half of the jar.

From the beginning of the lecture to the present, from beginning to end, he has spoken in the vernacular, neither chewing the words, nor quoting scriptures, let alone four or six, as long as he is not a deaf person or a foreigner, all of them can understand what he says, plus the personal experience of the more than 20 disciples, this class is enough.

The people in the audience were all moved, their expressions were different, some frowned and were silent, some were frightened, and more were whispering, discussing what Dong Li had just said, and the monks were indifferent, and even a few old people with deep cultivation and high status still smiled.

After Mr. Dongli finished drinking, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve in an unseemly manner, his voice and expression calmed down at the same time, and he smiled and nodded at the many monks in the audience: "You Dao are firm, as if you didn't hear me scolding you at all." ”

A woman who looked to be in her forties among the monks took two steps lightly, and said coldly to Mr. Dongli: "Crying and scolding, laughing and screaming, this class is very lively, but there is something I still don't understand. In forty days, a full twenty-three monks were killed in Tongchuan, all of them by Taoist friends. Some of these people are passing by, some are investigating cases, it is impossible for them all to offend you, and they kill innocent people indiscriminately, but they also deserve to be merciful here? The life of a mortal is a life, but the life of a monk is not a life?"

As soon as the middle-aged woman walked out, Langya hurriedly poked Liang Xin with her fingers, and the irrepressible excitement on her jade-like face whispered: "She is one of the four deacons of the Luo family in Dali Prefecture." Thirty years ago, he had just broken through the Sea and Heaven Realm, and he was a five-step monk. ”

The Luo family is also a cultivator, and there have been many talents in the past two or three hundred years, although it has not been listed as 'ninety-nine to one', but its strength should not be underestimated. I don't know if it's a coincidence or deliberately, among the twenty-three monks who died in Tongchuan, four of them were disciples of the Luo family......

Mr. Dongli said impatiently: "You are really ignorant as a woman, so many immortals below are patiently scolded by me, just to listen to me talk about the second meaning of 'immortal disaster', and finally survived until now, I should get to the point, but you jumped out to ask the teacher?"

At this time, among the other group of monks, there was a young Taoist with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and smiled at Luo Sweep Shili: "Immortal Gu don't be impatient, the old thief of Dongli can't escape justice today, you might as well listen to what he says." ”

Langya was conscientious in his explanation, and he was busy explaining to Liang Xin: "This little Taoist priest is called Silence, he is a loose cultivator in Luogu Mountain, and he has reached the cultivation of four steps at a young age, and his talent is really amazing!"

Luo Sao snorted and didn't say anything more.

Mr. Dongli nodded, and then said with a smile: "Yes, this class is just halfway through, if you want to listen to it, don't talk nonsense." Otherwise, I will kill one of you for every word I say!" the old man spoke with a kind face, and killing the monk in his mouth was as easy as if the wine was light and the food was salty today.

"But ......" Mr. Dongli's tone changed, and he looked at Luo Sweep again: "What you just asked me about is really stupid." With that, he stretched out his hand, seemed to hesitate, and pointed at a monk indiscriminately.

With his fingers, Han Zi Eleven behind Dong Li suddenly showed a hideous face, and his huge body swept up sharply, and slapped his palm at the monk who was chosen by Mr. Dong Li!

Smack, a muffled sound.

Before the monk knew what was going on, the whole person had already been slapped by the fool and smashed straight into the ground like a nail...... The bun was flush with the road, and after a while, there was a soft gurgling sound, and the blood foam was gently squeezed out of the gap, dyed a little red.

Looking at Han Zi Eleven again, he had already returned to Mr. Dongli, still carrying a huge wooden box on his shoulder.

Mr. Dongli still looked at Luo Sweep with a smile, and even replied a little carelessly: "Since I stand up for mortals, you should understand that in my eyes, the life of a monk is not as heavy as a leaf, and I can kill whoever I want, and I don't want to reason with you, and there is no reason to talk to you." ”

Then the old man paused, and resumed the cold tone he had when he commented on the tragedy of the disciples before: "Compare your heart to your heart, if you can treat mortals as ants, I can see you as insects, and if you don't look good, I will step on it." Dead, deserved!"

The monk who was nailed to the ground by Hanzi was the head of a small sect, and it was not until this moment that the same sect behind him reacted, staring at the east fence with cracked eyes, but he didn't dare to step forward desperately because of Hanzi Eleven's ruthlessness, his body trembled and hissed angrily: "Old thief, madman, Luo Sweep asked you to kill the head of my family......"

Halfway through speaking, the monk who shouted involuntarily lowered his voice, because Dong Li and Han Zi Eleven were stretching out their fingers together, counting the number of words he had said, and finally Dong Li laughed and said, "Sixteen words!"

As soon as the words fell, Hanzi Eleven jumped up again, his body was so fast that he couldn't catch it with his eyes, and the monks were shocked, showing their magic weapons one after another, beckoning their companions to retreat, but there was a muffled sound of snapping in their ears......

However, with a flick of his fingers, Han Zi Eleven had already returned to Mr. Dongli's back, as if he had never moved.

On the bluestone-paved street, there are more than ten 'buns' that are flush with the road...... More than a dozen monks, no matter how high or low their cultivation is, they had no chance to resist at all, and they were slapped to the ground by Eleven! Among the martyrs, there were even two five-step masters!

At the same time as the wind and thunder rolled, the sword light echoed, and the monk with high cultivation had already urged Zhenyuan to jump high, from top to bottom, staring at the east fence.

The low-level disciples also took out the magic weapon to tie the magic circle under the order of the division commander, their eyes were red, but they couldn't hide their panic between their expressions: who is the Hanzi standing behind the East Fence, no matter how high or low the cultivation level is, the monks present can't stop him from slapping at will.

Choose as you like, kill people indiscriminately! Brother Hanzi Tu, there is no rule to follow at all, it is completely to see who is not pleasing to the eye and jump over to shoot whoever is killed, Luo Sweep and Luogushan who had spoken before were silent, but they were fine.

The monks were tense and would strike a thunderous blow at any moment, but none of them dared to speak again!

Dong Li didn't look at them at all, just frowned at the black bun on the ground, turned his head and scolded Han Zishi: "If you say that you will only kill sixteen, how can you kill three more?" ”

The boy grinned and made a stupid smile.