After all, Lu Lin was not stupid enough. After being thrown out, he grabbed a horse and ran away with the dart box on his back.

Lu Tengkong used his own strength to hold everyone back.

After struggling for more than an hour, they exchanged injuries for injuries, injured three of them, and escaped with serious injuries.

"Damn it!"

A man with makeup and powder swung his palm fiercely, and a palm print was silently dented on a tree branch nearby.

Others were also full of anger and annoyance.

"Um?"

The man whose face was painted white and red suddenly turned his head and saw Chen Yi hiding in the distance.

After fighting for so long, even the waiter, the owner of the tea shop, has disappeared without a trace.

Anyway, it's not a pity to build a shed and set up a few tables in a broken tea shop.

Not to mention the glass beads I just received can buy dozens or hundreds of tea shops like this. This is the only copper they can earn in a day. Otherwise, why would they set up a stall in such a wilderness?

Only Chen Yi's big bald head is really eye-catching.

"What a bold little monk, hehehe."

This man jumped a few times and came to Chen Yi.

"Little monk, why don't you run?"

"Why did the young monk run away?"

Chen Yi frowned, being fumed by the strange smell on the guy's body.

It smells so bad...

I really deserve the name "Ghost Slave". He is neither a human nor a ghost.

But the man thought he was just an ignorant little monk who didn't know the world, so he smiled strangely: "Forget it, since I didn't run away just now, don't even think about running away now. I happen to be spending a lot of money, so I'll take advantage of you, a little monk."

Just do it.”

"Uh, what does the donor want to do?" Chen Yi really didn't understand.

On the other side, the experts from the Diancang sect and a few people from the other group frowned when they heard this man's words.

But he didn't say anything, he just showed a look of disgust and turned around and left.

"Humph, a bunch of hypocrites."

A ghost slave sighed and walked over.

"Second brother, you get a share of this guy from me."

The ghost slave from before said impatiently: "Why? I saw this first."

"You are wrong..."

"Whoever gets it first belongs to him!"

"Well, if there is nothing else to do with the donors, I will leave first."

Chen Yi joined Shi Dao weakly at the side.

The two ghost slaves looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

"Little monk, in the hands of our brothers, do you still want to leave?"

"What does the donor mean by this?"

"Ask your Buddha, if you can see him."

The two ghost slaves smiled sinisterly and clapped their hands at the same time, creating a gust of sinister wind.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Two palms, one left and one right, slapped Chen Yi's chest at the same time, making a strange and dull sound.

Chen Yi blinked his eyelids and stared at the two ghost slaves.

The two ghost slaves looked at each other, a hint of horror emerging.

Just when he was about to take action, he saw the harmless young monk grinning, his white teeth shining brightly: "Young monk understands, it turns out that the two donors want my life..."

"Cause and effect reincarnate, good and evil are rewarded, and they follow each other like a shadow. If you want the little monk's life, the little monk will also want your life."

"Stinky monk! Go to hell!"

Although the two ghost slaves were horrified because the monk was completely unharmed after being hit with a palm just now.

But he didn't believe that such a young monk could have much ability, so he just thought there was something weird about him.

He slapped another palm at the same time, this time with all his strength.

But he saw the young monk's hands clasped in front of his chest suddenly spread apart, turned into double fists, and punched out.

"Kaka~"

With continuous crisp sounds, their palms in front of the fists were shattered into pieces, and the two fists, as smooth as glass, with a faint golden light, went straight into the chests of the two of them.

"Bang! Bang!"

There was a big pit in the chest of the two ghost slaves. They flew out like sacks and fell to the ground. They tilted their heads and saw that they were out of breath.

It was such an easy death...

"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin..."

Chen Yi muttered something in a low voice.

It's to calm my racing little heart.

He killed.

The first time, the real killing.

In fact, he regretted it the moment he took action.

When he punched, he really had murderous intent.

I don't know if he had killed too many corpse beasts before, but when he took action, he subconsciously aimed to kill them.

These ghost slaves were not weak in martial arts, but they did not take this little monk seriously at all, and were completely defenseless.

His punches were so powerful that it was already too late to hold back.

The two ghost slaves cannot die any more.

After killing someone, except that his heart beat much faster, he didn't feel much discomfort.

Do I have a cold heart?

Or are you used to killing corpse-killing beasts?

The gray screen is unresponsive.

So they really deserve to be killed?

The two ghost slaves didn't just want to kill him, they wanted to "eat" him.

The bad karma all over his body was the reason why he had the murderous intention in his heart.

I'm afraid not only the ghost slaves in front of me, but also everyone in the Ghost Holy Palace should be killed.

In order to practice the so-called Yin Feng Gui evil spirit, I don't know how many people were killed and how many people were "eaten".

Gray Screen did not consider him to have broken the precepts.

However, he felt a faint mist-like aura that wrapped around him.

There are verses about karma in the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

All creatures and spirits in the world, every word, deed, and even a thought, are a cause and will definitely produce corresponding results. This is karma.

This illusory mist-like aura is karma.

Karma can be divided into good, bad and unrecorded.

Kind intentions and good deeds have their own good deeds.

Evil thoughts and evil deeds will lead to evil karma.

Good karma is pale gold.

What he saw from the black dogs and ghost slaves was thick black evil karma.

Muji karma is colorless and transparent.

Neither good nor evil.

In this phantom mist that entangled him, the most golden color was followed by colorless, and there was also a faint hint of black.

The mirror-clear spiritual platform seemed to be covered with a few traces of undetectable dust.
To be continued...