The harsh sound of bone cracks followed, and the corpse flew out several feet and hit the ground, and all the bones on the chest were broken.

The ruthless monk didn't go to the corpse. He turned around and walked towards the Juyi Hall. The outer minions had almost run away, but the confidant Zhang Fei, the leader of the Funiu Mountain Village, was still guarding the door.

This group of elderly bandits is very useful. Seeing the monks attacking and killing, there must be people guarding the Heluo Gang at the foot of the mountain, and they will definitely not be able to run out.

It’s better to fight here, maybe there will be a chance.

Seeing the bandits unwilling to retreat, the monk smiled grimly. He waved the Buddha stick and knocked hard on the blood-stained stone mill beside him as the true energy flowed.

The hundred-pound stone mill was like being moved by a hand, and roared into the closed Juyi Hall in front of you in a muffled sound.

Several bandits could not dodge and were hit by the stone mill in front of them, spitting blood in their mouths, and they seemed to be unable to survive.

"Bang"

Shimo pushed the bandit's body to hit the door of Juyi Hall, but did not open the vermilion gate. It was obviously supported by heavy objects inside.

The monk was not angry either.

He silently recited the Diamond Sutra, walked towards him with a Buddha stick, killing blood all the way, and the dead souls all the way, and the blood footprints on the ground became more and more cunning.

In the Juyi Hall, Zhang Fei, the master of Funiu Mountain, sat on a chair in tiger's skin, and set up a brazier around him, making the fire in the Juyi Hall, which was closed, stirring up the fire.

This fat man is fifty years old and is also a brave and cruel person. He is naked and has a body full of tendons and flesh reflected the halo of sweat in the fire.

He had a bald head, leaned on a large ring knife, had several scars on his face, and his big copper bell eyes, which looked so evil.

In front of Zhang Fei, there was a half-old child kneeling, looking like he was 14 or 5 years old.

He knelt there and begged.

"Dad, stop holding on, just go down the mountain with your son!"

"Go down the mountain!"

Zhang Fei kicked his son in the chest, kicked him to the ground, and grabbed a bag from his hand and threw it into his son's arms.

The bandit leader said to his son:

"Abiao, your father, I have done all my evil things in my life. The way of heaven will not tolerate it. This is the disaster!"

"I'm not afraid of dying on this Funiu Mountain. Since your mother passed away, I won't care anymore."

"But, Dad, I'm sorry for you. I wanted to take the risk of finding a good future for you, but I missed it and was thrown here as an abandoned child. This bloodthirsty evil star is just a matter of my Zhang Fei."

Zhang Fei gritted his teeth and said:

"It's death if you rush out, so I will do things one by one. I will die here and use my life to eliminate disasters for my son."

"Dad, are you talking about... the kidnapping of Lei Shiyin? Did someone else do it?"

Zhang Fei's son Zhang Xiaobiao suddenly raised his head, he looked at his father, and he shouted:

"Dad, why are you so confused? That Heluo Gang is not easy to mess with."

"A Biao!"

When Zhang Fei heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the door, he knew that there was not much time. He grabbed his son's arm and reminded him with sincerity:

"Dad always teaches you to look at it for a long time. This world is much bigger than you think. The Heluo Gang is dominant in Luoyang, and it is powerful and evil, but in the eyes of higher figures, it is like a native chicken and a tile dog."

"This time we part, we will never meet again, let's listen!"

Zhang Fei gritted his teeth and said:

"Go down the mountain and be a good family and live well!"

"Looking for a small family to get married will continue the blood and bones of my Zhang family. Whether it is business or studying, it doesn't matter if you are in a lowly business, but there is one thing you have to remember clearly!"

"I don't allow you to avenge me! I will pretend that I am not like, you will hear that from now on!"

"Dad, I..."

"Stop talking, go!"

Zhang Fei's ruthless bandit's head's eyes were red.

He grabbed a knife at his hand, stuffed it into his son's arms, and pushed him into the Juyi Hall. After he had a secret passage there left the village. He told Zhang Xiaobiao:

"I have done all the bad things in my life and deserve it if I die, but my son has clear hands and never embark on a path of no return like your useless father."

"In the future, you will be the only one left, so you must live a better life."

"Walk!"

Zhang Fei was also crying. He gritted his teeth and pushed his son into the secret passage.

He smashed the brazier again to ignite the Juyi Hall.

When he returned to the front hall, he saw the door that was blocked by a wooden stake as if it was hit by a siege hammer. With the wood chips flying, the dusk sunlight outside the door shone into the burning Juyi Hall.

In the light, a middle-aged monk covered in blood walked into the hall, and behind him was a corpse.

The monk stepped forward, with blood dripping from the Buddha stick in his hand, and blood-red footprints behind him. Although there was only one person, he was like a thousand troops. Zhang Fei's body was trembling with murderous aura.

Martial Arts Master!

A true master!

One person slaughtered all the hamlets and scared away the thieves. Such methods are definitely not ordinary people.

"Mencius also kills people fiercely, and this world is really bad."

Zhang Fei smiled and walked forward with a large ring of swords. He was determined to die and no longer afraid.

He stared at the monk in front of him and said:

"You are the sworn brother Lei Lie in his early years, the nickname "Hateful Monk" in the world, right?"

“Some insight.”

The monk replied calmly.

He stared at Zhang Fei and said:

"Who instructed you to kidnap Shiyin?"

"Hey, can't it be grandpa, I can't stand the actions of the Heluo Gang, what I think?"

Zhang Fei's heart trembled, and he pretended to be calm and shouted:

"Your Heluo Gang is a strong man, but I'm not afraid of grandpa!"

"Bang"

Before Zhang Fei's knife could fall, the heavy Buddha stick was hit hard on his abdomen like a spear. As the true energy burst, Zhang Fei was knocked out and was hitting the first chair in the Juyi Hall.

The house was burning and the temperature was hot, but the monk seemed to have no feeling at all.

He quickly rushed to Zhang Fei's eyes, and the blood-stained Buddha stick pressed against his neck. He looked at Zhang Fei's blood spraying on the corner of his mouth, and he said:

"You don't have the courage yet! Say, so that you won't suffer more!"

"Haha, that man has left the Central Plains. If I don't say it, you will never guess his identity."

Zhang Fei laughed to the sky, as if he had really given up his promise.

But I saw the Lang Seng sneeringly, shook his hand and stabbed it. The black fine needle penetrated the acupuncture point on his fat waist. The pain made the master of the village tremble all over his body.

"I have traveled all over the world and seen many real tough guys."

The Lang Monk twisted the bloody needle as the flames pounded behind him. He looked at Zhang Fei and said:

"You are not!"

After the incense stick, Zhang Fei, who was tortured to die quickly, said to the monk in a weak voice:

"The one who instructed me to kidnap Miss Shiyin was... a member of the Holy Fire Cult."
Chapter completed!