Just when the little boy thought he was dead, a strong monk holding a stick suddenly fell from the sky. Then, just before the little boy, the monk's long stick in his hand was picked and picked. After hearing a few jingles, all the long swords thrown by the masked people were smashed by him with the stick.

Then, I saw the monk's elegant long stick turning in the air, sticking a steel knife that had just fallen after being knocked into the sky to his long stick, turning it up like a windmill, "Dear Tan Yue, I have said that I have stopped. You dare to do such a thing. Damn it, are you not long ears, or do you take what I said as the wind in your ears?"

At this time, a maroon horse slowly trotted over from the side of the carriage.

At this moment, no one noticed that the little boy who had been sitting in the carriage was watching this scene in amazement, muttering words that no one could understand, "Damn it, you can kill you - empty-handed!"

The little boy dared to swear that he could see clearly that there were absolutely no rings, lines, ropes, etc. on the knife that fell just now, but it just depends on which monk's stick stretched out, and then which knife seemed to be fixed on the stick. He had never seen such a strange thing in his previous life.

Although he was the best agent in his previous life and could not be considered the best, he could also be considered a first-class killer. Although he had practiced the fighting skills specially developed by the state that can explode human potential and kill one-hit one-hit killing. For example, the skill of his four-year-old child just now used the body of a four-year-old child to move an adult's body is the result of their organizational research and development.

But he has never seen such things as holding a stick in his hand and sticking a steel knife in the air like a cicada. Such things are really too... cool! Of course, at this time, Lu Ming had already chosen to forget which organization he participated in in his previous life was the National Security Bureau rather than the Shaolin Wudang.

"Why, you monk should meddle in other people's business and save this little bastard?" The masked man looked at the monk standing in front of the car, "And, do you know what's going on with us and why we are fighting? You just messed up for no reason."

"Do you still need to ask what's going on? Are you a fool or an idiot when you are this monk? Look at the black scarf covered with your face and you will know your identity?"

A crisp child voice came from the carriage, "You can't tell at a glance that you are the legendary bad guys. What else can the bad guys do around such a beautiful carriage on the official road? That is, killing money, robbery, murder, rape, robbery, and so on. Do you still pick up money on the edge of the official road or helping the old lady cross the road?"

"You damn little bastard." The masked boss waved the steel knife he had just picked up from the ground, "I'm going to chop you up, I'm going to chop you up."

"Did you see it? This master." The little boy crawled out of the carriage with a pitiful look on his face. His two shiny big eyes flashed at the monk. The situation was as pitiful as it was. "Now you know what these bad guys want to do, please help me, this poor little boy."

Of course, if the little boy was not covered in blood and was holding a bright murder knife, he would look even more pitiful. Even the monk in front of him had a high level of cultivation, he couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows a few times.

Is this guy really a four-year-old?

After seeing the little boy come out of the carriage, the masked boss's eyes turned hard and suddenly shouted, "Everyone get on, entangle this monk, I'll go get rid of this little bastard. Don't be afraid, he is a monk, he must keep the precepts and dare not kill anyone."

As soon as the masked boss reminded me, the courage of the masked people who were originally scared by the monk's gorgeous appearance suddenly increased. Yes, the other party is a monk, and the monk can't kill people, so what else can I be afraid of?

"Roar!" All the masked people picked up their weapons one after another. The remaining two or three weapons were too close to the monk and dared not pick them up. They snatched other people's weapons from the hands of the escort who had just died, and rushed over with a scream.

"Namo's Great Freedom King Buddha!" ​​A disdainful smile appeared on the monk's face, "A group of brainless sticks, I can tell you two things. First, I don't have any precepts that cannot be killed at all. Second..."

As he said that, the monk's long stick in his hand bounced away and slashed several long swords at him. Then the monk seemed to casually point the stick to the right, and just hit the face of a masked man who was waving his knife to rush up. After a bang, the masked man had already fallen straight down.

At this moment, the monk slowly came from his mouth, "Even if I really uphold the precept of not killing people, can you, the group of native chickens and dogs, force me to kill? And, most importantly, I cannot kill people, can't I hit people? As long as you don't beat you to death, you will not be considered breaking the precepts."

The little boy hid at the car door, carefully preventing his small body from being exposed outside. While secretly looking at the monk in front of him, he was making a comparison in his heart. If he had changed himself in his previous life, he would give himself a dagger and he could easily harvest the lives of these people, even faster and simpler than this monk did.

But if you want to be as free as the monk in front of you, everyone is stunned rather than killed, and you are unharmed.

Very difficult! Very difficult!

After all, what I learned back then was how to kill the other person faster, rather than subdue the other person faster. But no matter what, the monk in front of him was no less than his skills than himself when he was back then... and... it seemed that it was not just this monk who was strong, it was really... so exciting.

That's right, not only was there one monk. As these masked men were knocked down one by one, the remaining masked men felt something was wrong and planned to escape only to find out that there were a large group of monks next to the official road. And most importantly, many of these monks seemed to be able to fight like one of the monks just now.

When they found that they had no way out for others, all the masked men turned their attention to the masked man boss... Hey, where has the masked man boss gone?

Without the boss's command, the masked man was defeated in the face of these very capable monks.

"Namo's great freedom king Buddha!" ​​One of these monks, a middle-aged monk in his forties, looked at the dead bodies on the ground and slowly shook his head, "Pusheng, Zhishou, Daoguang, Zhixing, you four go and see if there is anyone else to save..."

"Master, don't look." A voice came from a corner of the carriage. "The rest of the people except this person are no longer saved."

Just as the middle-aged monk looked over, he happened to see a small figure covered in blood holding a strip of cloth, wrapped around a coma young man leaning against a half-behind the carriage, as if stopping the bleeding.

"Puhui, go and see the injury of that person." The middle-aged monk pointed at the monk who had just rescued the little boy, "By the way, by the way, look at the injury of the little Tan Yue who was covered in blood."

"No need, I'm not injured." After the little boy watched Monk Puhui come over to take over the only survivor at his hand, he stood up with a blank look on his face and walked towards the other four monks who were collecting their bodies, muttering, "Lu Shou, Lu Xi, Lu Cai, Lu Bao, dead, all dead..."

"This little Tan Yue, please feel sorry for me..."

Before the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he saw the little boy screaming suddenly, as if he was crying, but not crying. Then the little boy started to recite word by word in a trembling voice, "How can God's destiny be difficult to cut short? Maybe he is always full of years, or because he is pregnant, he is suffering from disaster. He feels that the previous sorrow has not yet ended, and the disaster has come again..."

At this moment, all the monks who could understand what this little boy was chanting were embarrassed!

Strictly speaking, when I see the death of the person I care about, I feel touched. I just think of this sad remark written by Cao Zhi of the Three Kingdoms is nothing.

But when these monks saw the four-year-old boy covered in blood, he looked at the corpses of people in front of him, who were several times larger than him, and recited the scene of Cao Zhi's mourning remarks written by his dead daughter, and felt strange no matter how he looked.

At this moment, most of the monks present had a thought that was exactly the same as when Monk Puhui saw this little boy just now.

Is this guy really a four-year-old?

"This little Tan Yue..." Just as the middle-aged monk patiently waited for the little boy to finish his mourning speech and planned to continue saying something, he saw the little boy suddenly turned around and knelt down seriously in front of the middle-aged monk, saying in a firm tone with a tender childish voice, "Boy Lu Chengzu, I wish to worship the great monk as his teacher and become a monk to practice Zen."

"Are you going to become a monk?" The middle-aged monk looked at the child in surprise and asked back.

"Not bad!" the little boy raised his head and made a resolute look on his face, "I have seen through the world and am determined to follow the master and become a monk."

"Have you seen through the world?" the middle-aged monk smiled and asked again, "Where have you seen through the world?"

"Life is vague, everything is empty."

"Is that so? You kid is so interesting. You know that life is vague and everything is empty. So do you know what this sentence means?" Another middle-aged monk next to him asked back.

I saw the little boy hesitating for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. Then, before the middle-aged monk could speak, the little boy had already opened his mouth and started to recite.

"From south and north, west and east, you can see that life is always empty. The sky is empty and the earth is empty, and life is vague in it..."

At the beginning, these monks still had the mentality of elders watching children playing, but then, these monks were shocked. When they heard "There are so many masters, and when they heard "There are so many wives, and the children are so empty, and they will not meet on the road to the underworld."

Is this like something a four-year-old can say?

At this time, all monks, including the middle-aged monk, had a thought in their hearts.
Chapter completed!