"Give you a thin face? A hypocrite full of morality? When I was killed by Luo Chengcheng, why didn't you come out and give me a thin face? Aren't all wicked people raised by people like you? Without your protection, where can Yinggefang grow?"

Osho was stopped twice by the Master, and finally became angry, rose out of thin air, flew to the same height as the Confucian Master, and roared angrily.

"You're the root of sin, think I don't know?" Osho said fiercely.

"Who is the one who connived at the Yingge Fang, and who is the one behind it, and who is the one who watched those girls being mutilated and killed?" Osho was actually furious

"People call me the Demon King, and you are the real wicked person who is so moral, and you care about those who die? Do you know how much dirt you hide under the sun, and how many lives are worse than death?" Osho asked sharply, as if he had said what Nameless had always wanted to ask

"The old man knows. The questioning that the master faced was actually a little shorter.

"The old man also knows how many people have died in Yinggefang over the years, but only a thousand people, but do you know that the people who have died in Yinggefang over the years are not as many as the people who died in Shaerhu last year, and in the war in Liaodong last year, in two months, 50,000 Ming soldiers died, and they were all 50,000 young people. ”

When the master said this, he seemed to remember something, and a sense of sorrow swept through his body.

"Do you know why they died? Because the imperial court had no money, Yang Hao sent a letter suggesting to wait for the opportunity, but the imperial court had no money, and the officers and soldiers on the front line did not even have food during the first month, and many officers and soldiers were frozen to death and starved to death. "The Master is getting older.

"Yinggefang is a bad thing, but it can squeeze out the money of those rich people, and with this money, it can pay military salaries, give disaster relief to the people, and maintain the country. ”

"Have you ever seen a war?" The old man has lived for three hundred years, and he has seen countless wars, all of them are dead!" the master said with a heartache.

"The old man doesn't matter, I've lived for three hundred years, and I'm tired of living for a long time, but ordinary people can't! They are still young! Your wives, my great-granddaughters, they are still young! The country is really in chaos, and it is every ordinary person who suffers. The Master seemed to persuade Osho.

"Now, Luo Chengcheng has been seriously injured, and she has also received her due retribution, I believe that she will reform in the future, or the same sentence, look at the thin face of the old man, or look at the thin face of the people in the world, stop it!"

If you are nameless, you may be soft-hearted, but unfortunately it is Osho now.

"Hmph, interesting!" Osho listened to the words of the Confucian Master, not only was he not moved, but smiled coldly.

"What is the world, the war should have been going on, the rotten ship should be sunk quickly, don't block the new things, you old guys, you are dead and occupy a position and don't want to move, are you afraid that people will seize power?" Osho said viciously.

"Stop?" Osho suddenly burst into laughter.

"When I came out, I wasn't ready to stop!" Osho said, raising his hands, and a black mist continued to pour out around him, enveloping him and his master.

"You're not trying to stall for time, okay, now, I'll eat with you!" Osho roared angrily, and suddenly opened his bloody mouth,

In the darkness behind the Master, an identical huge mouth appeared to devour the Master.

"Ghost obsessed!" the Master was a little angry when he saw that Osho was obsessed

"Evil animal, since you don't listen to persuasion, then don't blame the old man for destroying the demon guard!"

With these words, the master raised his hand violently, and a golden light appeared on him, which actually dispersed Osho's black qi.

"Chanting the scriptures!" the master shouted, and behind the master, three huge illusory figures appeared.

"Three masters!" the master suddenly spoke, and the three huge illusory figures behind him actually spoke at the same time.

What's even more terrifying is that although they spoke at the same time, the content of the words spoken by the three figures was completely different.

"Zi said: There must be my teacher in the threesome...""The people are precious, the community is secondary, and the monarch is light" "Tianxingjian, the gentleman is self-improving"

The three saint statues began to open their mouths, reciting the Confucian classics, the sound was like a bell, and the space was messy.

With the teachings of the saints, Osho's black qi was shattered, almost messy, and Osho himself was shaken down from the air.

"Master and nephew, the words have been said, the things have been done, the sea of suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore, go quickly, the old man will not embarrass you." The Master's voice actually penetrated the chanting and came down clearly.

Osho was shocked and distraught, and after a while his mind stabilized, he calmed down a little.

"Hmph, it's just noise, what can I do?" Osho suddenly roared, as if trying to overshadow the chanting, but in vain.

"Master and nephew, don't give up again, be careful of your five internal organs being damaged," the master reminded again, and at the same time, the chanting became louder, and some of the trees in the woods began to tremble, and some trees were even shaken

Osho's body actually began to ooze blood, and it seemed that he would collapse from the shock.

"Hmph, I don't care, even if I don't have internal organs, I can live!" Osho roared angrily, and at the same time, a white bone spear suddenly appeared from his hand, extremely sharp,

"Go!" As soon as Osho raised his hand, the bone spear flew towards the master, as fast as a white lightning bolt.

The master was stunned, and when he saw the bone spear for the first time, he turned sideways and wanted to hide, but he felt a cold behind him.

Osho teleported behind his master at some point, holding a shield made of white bone in his hand.

"Bone shield!" Osho struck the Master with a shield.

The master was attacked by the enemy on his back and shouted, "The gentleman is upright!"

A strange white light appeared on the Master's body again, and when the Master surrounded him, Osho's bone shield could not penetrate it.

But the bone spear only paused slightly in front of the white light, and still stabbed in.

The master was shocked, he had never seen such a sharp weapon in this world, and when he saw the bone spear reach his chest, he shouted angrily again,

"The Book of Three Lives!" the Master turned into three people on the spot.

The bone spear passed through one of them, but it was only a phantom, and the master took the opportunity to fly high.

Osho was just a little surprised when he saw that the blow could not be struck, but he felt a cold wind on his head, and one of the three illusory saints actually slapped Osho to the ground again with one palm.

Those illusory saints can still attack!

"Telekinesis!" Osho exclaimed, and at the same time, the blood from the blow on his head remained.

"What a powerful demon!" The master stood in the air and was also shocked, the bone spear fortunately dodged, if it was hard connected, I was afraid that it would be worn into a sugar gourd.

"In that case, the old man is welcome!" The master was ruthless, and suddenly lifted the breath of his whole body to the peak, and his ethereal white qi rippled in the air, almost illuminating the night, and the master was actually in the middle stage of dissolving.

"Three thousand disciples, seventy-two virtuous abilities!" the master shouted closely, and in the white mist of the master, dozens of Confucian scholars appeared, holding scrolls in their hands, and walked out with a righteous attitude.

At the same time, on the ground where Osho was, countless white lights and shadows appeared, and there seemed to be people in the lights, about three thousand disciples.

"Hmph, interesting!" Osho looked at it and was even more excited.

"Interesting! Let's see if you're a Confucian or my evil spirit!"

Osho roared angrily, raised his hand, and beside those white lights and shadows, the spirits that had been blown away by the master gathered again, and the wind gusted

The entire forest turned black and white, and the righteous qi and the yin wind were confronting each other

Luo Qingcheng, who finally ran out, looked at the person in front of him with some doubts, and in front of her stood a girl in black, holding a long sword, who seemed to have been waiting for her.

"Are you Xiaohong?" Luo Qingcheng recognized the figure.

"I'm the Providence City Killer, Wind!" Xiaohong said with a sneer,