The afterglow of the sunset hangs down through the clouds of Snake King Mountain.

In the village of Snake King Mountain, there was a sea of ​​corpses and blood. The handsome little monk looked at the burly middle-aged man kneeling in front of him with a quiet and trembling body:

"Donor, have you realized it?"

The tall and burly middle-aged man had a disheveled hair, covered in blood, his legs were folded back, almost reaching ninety degrees with his body, and his bones were thick.

"Shen Ziping..."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed and he recognized the man, the leader of the bandits in the Shepan Mountain, Shen Ziping.

The young monk looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with red lips, white teeth, and white face. Although he didn't have a trace of hair, he was handsome and a little evil.

And the aura is much stronger than Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan.

It must be a master who has condensed the seeds of true qi and is not far from condensed qi meridians.

It is even unknown that it has embarked on the path of condensing qi and meridians.

"Hui, Huiguo..."

Dongmenruo and Zhao Yanyan's faces also changed. Looking at the little monk, it seemed as if he had seen a ghost.

Suddenly, two broken swords appeared in Zhao Yanyan's hand that were as transparent as the moon, and the long sword behind the East Gate Ruo vibrated and was held in his palm.

It's like facing a great enemy!

"Hahaha!"

Shen Ziping was trembling all over the body, and his face was covered in cold sweat. Hearing the monk's question, he trembled and laughed wildly:

"Wu?Wu?Bald donkey, I won your mother!!! If you want to kill me, kill me. If I frowned, it was your grandfather who raised me!"

"Oh, the donor still doesn't understand."

The little monk shook his head, very disappointed:

"This autumn, September 15th, the young monk came from Qingzhou and passed the Huayan Mountains. There were many bandits along the way, but the young monk did not act rashly. Do you know why the young monk had to face the Snake King Mountain?"

"Why?!"

Shen Ziping raised his head, his eyes were extremely resentful under his scattered hair:

"In the Huayan Mountains, there are dozens of giant bandits, why are they just eyeing me, Snake King Mountain?!"

"You have done many evil things, you have harmed business travelers, you have poisoned the countryside, you have lost all your conscience... Well, it has nothing to do with this."

The little monk sighed and looked at Shen Ziping with serious face:

"It's just because of you, I killed the little monk's donkey."

donkey?

A donkey?!

Shen Ziping was stunned.

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo were also confused.

Even An Qisheng couldn't help but be stunned.

"For a donkey? For a donkey, you killed my two hundred brothers in Snake King Mountain?!"

Shen Ziping shook his body and a mouthful of blood spurted out:

"You beast!"

"Yes, that was bought by the little monk for half a tael of silver in Qingzhou. A half-large flower donkey... For thousands of years, all dynasties, there are only one flower donkey."

A glimmer appeared on the little monk's face:

"You have two hundred brothers, but I only have one donkey..."

"For a donkey... you hypocritical bald donkey!"

Shen Ziping coughed up blood repeatedly, and was almost crazy:

"I, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

"The donor was wrong. It was a half-large flower donkey with a black back and white belly."

The little monk responded seriously.

Then he stretched out his palm and gently stroked Shen Ziping's head.

The afterglow of the sunset flashed over his white palms, which looked like jade.

immediately,

puff!

With a muffled sound, Shen Ziping's crazy screams were slapped into his chest along with his head.

Tender and gentle, fierce and fierce.

The slender fingers as long as jade wiped off a drop of bright red blood from his cheeks. The monk raised his head and smiled like a spring breeze:

"Little Monk Huiguo, several donors are polite."

Facing the little monk's kind smile, Zhao Yanyan and Dongmenruo's face became even more ugly:

"Longxiang Fa Temple, evil monk Huiguo..."

Zhao Yanyan looked solemn and bowed:

"Zhao Yanyan, the master is polite."

"It's him..."

An Qisheng was slightly aware of it, and a lot of information appeared in his heart.

Seven hundred years ago, the Dragon Elephant Temple was destroyed by the master of the Spirit Seizing Master, and the elites in the temple were completely lost and almost cut off the inheritance.

The reason why it is said almost is that there are descendants of Longxiangfa Temple.

It is the ancestor of the evil monk Huiguo in front of him.

The ancestor of the evil monk Huiguo was an abandoned disciple who was expelled from the door seven hundred years ago, but by chance, it became the last inheritance of Longxiang Fa Temple.

However, although he became the authentic Longxiang Fa Temple, he had no intention of the vast Longxiang Fa Temple.

In his hands, Longxiang Fa Temple became a real single lineage.

Seven hundred years have passed, and the descendants of Longxiang Fa Temple are only one master and one disciple.

"It seems that several donors have some misunderstandings about the monk."

Huiguo's eyes darkened and she slowly stood up.

Under his monk's robe, a piece of blood was almost soaked in blood, but as he got up, the large blood color turned into blood beads in a trembling manner and rolled down automatically.

Before he could finish his words, his moon-white monk's robe was spotless.

With the solemn appearance of the little monk, I have to say that he has excellent temperament and style.

"misunderstanding?"

Dongmenruo's mouth twitched and he forced a smile out:

"I have seen Master Huiguo in the East Gate of Jishen Sect..."

When I heard about this person in the past, he was surprised why he was called an evil monk, but when he saw him using this trick on a donkey, he knew that only the wrong name was called, and no wrong nickname was given.

"The donor probably think that in order to practice the way for heaven and to protect the people in the village, you are righteous and arrogant. The little monk killed them for the donkey, is evil and crazy?"

Huiguo put his hands together and his eyes were clear:

“Yes, right?”

"Master Huiguo was joking."

Dongmen Ruo smiled a little reluctantly: "Master eliminates harm to the people, and the villagers nearby will be grateful for their past business trips, and we are convinced."

"No, the little monk is just for the donkey."

Huiguo shook her head, and then her eyes fell on An Qisheng:

“What do you call this donor?”

An Qisheng's shadow reflected in Huiguo's clear eyes.

There was a hint of curiosity in his heart.

This man holding a spear had no energy under his burly and majestic body. He was as harmonious as a pebble washed by the river for countless years.

With just this skill of hiding Qi, I don’t know where to go higher than the two people beside him.

An Qisheng looked calm and bowed with a gun:

"In the morning of An Qisheng, the little master is polite."

"An Qisheng..."

Huiguo muttered, thought for a while before asking:
To be continued...