While eating, someone suddenly broke into a monk and opened his mouth and said harshly, "Namo Amitabha, several donors will have blood disasters within one day. Good, good!"

But a few people looked up and saw that the monk said they were suffering from blood, but he was covered with gauze on his head, looking very funny, but he opened his mouth and said that others were suffering from blood.

"If you want to beg for alms, just say something about the New Year, or you'll get out!" One of them cursed like a bearded man with a domineering attitude. But a white-faced middle-aged man next to him immediately took out some broken silver and handed it over, "Don't blame this little master. He loses his temper when he drinks. This broken silver is a little delight, and I hope the master will accept it with a smile."

Logically speaking, they are already very polite, but the monk curled his lips and did not take the money. "Monk is not asking for some money. Monks and monks are based on compassion to tell you that the disaster is about to come. Good, good!"

The bearded man became even more angry when he heard this, "Stinky monk, don't pretend to be a ghost here. Don't wait for grandpa to let you go with a burden, get out of here!"

The monk still smiled, "Haha, monks never lie. Several donors came from Xiangzhou to wait for the imperial city, right?"

This sentence was like a stone thrown into the originally calm lake, which immediately aroused the alert of several people. They took out the guys from their luggage and cooperated with tacit understanding. Some people blocked the door, guarded the window, and some people stalemateed head-on!

"Hmph, I think you don't want the monk but Yang Jian's inner response. If you have a way in heaven, you don't go to hell and have no way to surrender. Brothers, come and arrest this stinky monk and interrogate it!"

The monk was not in a hurry, "Namo Amitabha, good, monks sweep the floor without hurting the lives of ants, cherish moths, gauzes, lamps, and will not fight with you. But you don't know that you are in trouble. It's so pitiful. It seems that you are all destined to be with the Buddha and are about to see him!"

The big man with a slim beard smiled at the sky, "Hahaha, do you think your group's whereabouts can be hidden from us? You have been targeted long ago, and this Yuelai Tavern is your burial place. Humph, as long as you drink a sip of wine and move your chopsticks, you will be ruined!"

"At this moment, all your accomplices next door have been controlled by us. You monk are still surrendering? Otherwise, I will hit you with two punches and let you see your Buddha, hahaha."

The monk was not panicked at all, "Oh, the Buddha said, whoever goes to hell if I don't go to hell, whoever wants to kill if I don't kill anyone? The monk said that if you have a bloody disaster, you will have a bloody disaster!"

After saying that, he suddenly took action like falling leaves and flying flowers, as elegant as the silver fox in the Tianshan Mountains. The five Xiangzhou spies in the room with five palms were all bloody, and the bloody method was the same. The head was hit on the wall and bleeding, and then his body fell to the ground!

The monk easily controlled the situation, but his face was seriously disappointed. He spread his breath and clapped his hands, "Oh, a bunch of wine bags, are Yuchi Jiong's subordinates all eating rice?"

As he was talking, there was a sudden noise outside, and then the door was kicked open with a clamor, and more than a dozen big men rushed in like a strong wind, each of whom surrounded the monk with weapons.

Although the leader is not wearing military uniforms, he looks like a general.

"Stinky monk, you are so brave. Why don't you surrender quickly, otherwise you will die without a place to die!"

But the monk didn't talk nonsense with them, such a group of third-rate guys, and just raised his fists to hit him. He didn't look like a monk at all, but a habitual murderer of the thief in the martial arts world, his eyes were full of excitement and bloodthirst.

"Come on, come on, stop talking nonsense. Master Buddha hasn't started killing for a long time. He has itchy forehand, so he will collect as much as he comes!"

How could he be polite? One monk is right, ten elite soldiers in Xiangzhou, but it ended very quickly. Only one of the eleven people was still standing on the ground, with a bald head wrapped in gauze!

It’s not that the elite spies in Xiangzhou are too bad, but that the monk is too strong. Except for knowing that he can’t beat the boss’s wife, he will never take the rest seriously. Recently, he was bullied by Yang Guang and was so depressed that he was messed up by the baby. Although he usually bullies Luo Qi and raises horses when he has time, he can only stop until he can’t hurt people, and he can’t kill people.

Today I finally had a chance, so I was deadly. The five who were in the blood disaster took advantage of it because they were just the blood disaster and then fainted. However, nine of the ten died in an instant, and the way they died was exactly the same. All of them were twisted off by the monk, and the monk was still muttering.

"Good, good, monks can't see blood anymore, sin, sin, one, two, three...nine..."

When he counted to nine as a perverted demon, the nine spies' necks were broken by him. It was very simple and easy. Later people were obviously prepared for the sword in their hands, but they were still easily killed.

The guy who looked like a man was obviously frightened by the scene in front of him. He was not afraid of death. He had seen many dead people, and even killed dozens of people with his own hands. However, it was terrible that he could break the opponent's neck when he grabbed the blade with his bare hands!

"You...you...don't come over. You've been surrounded. Your companions have all fainted and have been arrested. You... are dead!"

He immediately raised his knife while the monk was slightly calm, but the monk just gently used a pushing hand and fell to the ground with the knife. Thinking about it, the monk's big foot had already stepped on it directly. It was just right that he just stepped on one hand, and it creaked and the bones of his hand were broken, but there was absolutely no bleeding.

"Good, good, monk can't see blood!"

The general was already screaming in pain, but he did not mean to bow his head and beg for mercy. A cold light flashed in the monk's eyes, and he immediately stepped on the guy's legs with both feet and exerted force.

This guy immediately likes to beg for mercy, "Don't kill me... mercy your life... We are just small people, and it's useless to kill them. Let me tell you where our young master is!"

The monk then pulled his legs down with satisfaction and clapped his hands boredly, "Why are you Xiangzhou people so hard to help but beat them? They all fell asleep in a few moments? Shanzai, Shanzai. Where are you young masters? Yuchi Jiong has five sons, which one is here? You are really well prepared!"

"What came...What came..." After saving his feet, he thought of a chance to escape, but was kicked hard by the monk from behind.

An authentic dog fell to the ground by eating shit.

"Tell me quickly, which one is it? Otherwise, the monk will ask you to go to bed too. The monk has a bad temper. In addition to being able to open the ladle and twist the neck, it will also break the legs of the grandson. Do you want to try it?"

"Don't...don't...Who came was Yuchi Dun, the one who just escaped from the imperial city, ranked fourth and fourth young master!"

The monk paused slightly, Yuchi Dun, huh, I really think that he has a long life. I don’t know how to escape from the imperial city, but I still dare to run to Youzhou to die?

Fun and interesting!

Then let the monk save him personally!
Chapter completed!