Chapter 4 Bloody Killing

The leading Meng Yuan soldier angrily said, "Kill for a year if you can't finish it in a day, and kill for a hundred years if you can't finish it in a year. Are you living impatiently, little monk?"

A group of Mongolian soldiers laughed and said, "Tianqi Dog, are you all so foolish? Don't you have eyes?"

"I have never seen a dog without long eyes. A dog dressed in fur and showing off its authority is actually a group here... why, the dog is in a hurry to bite people?"

The soldiers of Meng Yuan were furious and all raised their swords to kill them.

The captured Tianqi person shouted, "Good opportunity, let's run!"

But the Apocalypse Man who had previously shouted said:

"Leaving like this is not my way of enlightenment. Let's kill together and give that little master a helping hand!"

Everyone stopped their escape and looked towards Daolian.

When two Mongolian Yuan soldiers' swords were able to strike the heavenly cover of Daolian, the leading Mongolian Yuan soldier shouted in his mouth:

"Kill me, in my opinion, even the bald donkeys who don't have eyes at the apocalypse should be killed thoroughly!"

Daolian suddenly had an angry look in her eyes, unleashing a fierce and murderous aura. Daoshun beside her unconsciously took a few steps back.

Daolian's left hand remained upright on her chest, dodging the blade on her side. With a lightning strike from her right hand, she slapped a Mongolian soldier's throat!

The throat of the Mongolian soldier sank deeply and collapsed to the ground.

Without hesitation, Daolian turned her palms into claws, grabbing the throat of another Mongolian soldier with one claw.

With a "crack!" sound, her five fingers easily penetrated the throat of the Mongolian soldiers. Amidst the hoarse and unclear screams of the Mongolian soldiers, Daolian shook her right hand and blood splattered everywhere!

The other Mongol soldiers saw this cruel scene and their legs and stomachs trembled. It was unknown who shouted "Run!" and the Mongol soldiers scattered and fled.

Daolian's eyes turned red as she killed him. With just one step, she disappeared into place.

Only a series of mournful screams were heard, and the Mongol soldiers were killed by Daolian one after another, with Daolian attacking the throat of the Mongol soldiers.

The Tianqi people present were all stunned, but only Dao Shun vaguely understood the reason for Dao Lian's sudden emotional outburst.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Yuanbing was almost completely slaughtered by Daolian.

Daolian stood in front of the last leading Meng Yuanbing, without saying a word, just staring at him intently. Those eyes were not the kind Buddha!

The leading Meng Yuanbing suddenly knelt down, patted the ground with both hands, and cried out:

"Apocalyptic hero, eminent monk, spare my life. I have a low opinion of people, but I don't know about Mount Tai..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Daolian raised her right palm and drew a faint golden light and shadow, passing over the right shoulder of the leader Meng Yuan.

The leader of Meng Yuanbing was surprised to see his right arm slowly detach from his body and slide to the ground.

Then, Daolian used the same method to cut off the left arm of the leader of the Mongol Yuanbing.

Without waiting for the leader of the Mongol army to scream out, he struck his chest twice in a row, and the leader of the Mongol army flew backwards like a broken kite.

Before Daolian could wait for him to land, she stepped forward with one swift step and crushed the throat of the leader of the Meng Yuanbing with one claw!

For several days, the enlightenment people were stunned and at a loss. Perhaps they were thinking, did this white clothed monk come from the Buddhist kingdom or hell?

The leading Tianqi person walked up and was about to thank Daolian, but with a thud, Daolian knelt in a pool of blood.

Ah.

Daolian knelt in the pool of blood like that, her eyes red, tears streaming down her white clothes, and she howled up to the sky.

Daoshun was even worried that he would shout his throat hoarse.

According to later memories of Dao Shun, this was the only time in his life that Dao Lian had such a loss of composure and hysteria.

For a long time, no one dared to step forward, nor did anyone dare to speak.

Finally, Daolian exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, sat cross legged, clasped her hands together, restrained her face and closed her eyes, and whispered:

"Amitabha Buddha, sin, sin. I have lost my composure, Tao Shun, recite a mantra of rebirth for them."

Daoshun agreed and started reciting the scriptures, half cooked.

After reading the scripture, Daolian said, "Let's go. I'll trouble a few older brothers for their corpses. Let them die in the wilderness, and it's inevitable that a plague will arise."

How dare a few enlightened people disobey and claim to be so.

Dao Shun said, "Senior brother, I want to join their yellow shirt army."

"Oh?"

Daolian asked, "Have you considered it well?"

"Well considered, my greatest wish in my life is to drive the Mongolian Yuan people out of our land of enlightenment! Senior brother, do you remember? You said, I am Buddha..."

"Well... well, then... junior brother, take care of yourself. Goodbye."

After speaking, Daolian turned around and left.

The leader of the Apocalypse quickly approached and bowed his hand, saying:

"Senior brother is such a hero with excellent martial arts skills, and junior brother is definitely not inferior. I am avenging you five and welcome Master Daoshun to join the Yellow Shirt Army."

"No, I only know some three legged martial arts. Brother Qiu, starting today, I will return to secular life and my name is Li Keyuan. Everyone calls me Little Lizi."

"Li Keyuan? A good name!" Qiu Wu felt that Li Keyuan had a gentle personality, so he boldly asked:

"Ke Yuan, does your senior brother usually behave like this?"

At this moment, Dao Shun had leisure to observe Qiu Wu, who was seven feet long, had a large arm and a round waist, and had dark skin, typical of a farmer.

Li Keyuan, who was also a rural teenager, developed a certain fondness for Qiu Wu.

Li Keyuan shook his head and said, "On the contrary, my senior brother is usually meticulous and approachable. It was only yesterday when he encountered a major change and the words of the leader of the Meng Yuanbing stimulated him, that he suddenly lost control of his emotions and went on a rampage of killing..."

Li Keyuan sighed and continued.

"However, it's also good. Senior brother has been holding back a lot of anger. If he doesn't vent it a bit, he might really be driven crazy. Oh, it's really difficult for Senior Brother. The abbot, Master, is the only person Senior Brother respects. Although I haven't been with Senior Brother for a long time, I can see that Senior Brother regards Master as even more intimate than his biological father. Master died so miserably, but the culprit is nowhere to be found. I really don't know how Senior Brother should go next..."

After bidding farewell to Dao Shun and others, Daolian walked into the county town on foot and bought a bamboo hat with a gauze tent, covering her forehead. Feeling a little hungry, she casually walked into a tavern.

Daolian was in a bad mood and didn't want to attract attention, so she only ordered a bowl of vegetarian noodles to eat.

The events that happened yesterday and today seem like a nightmare, lingering in Daolian's heart.

Daolian never imagined that she would be like a demon from hell, killing the soldiers of Mengyuan.

He wanted to vent his anger, or perhaps he wanted to understand the feelings of the black clad assassin. In fact, he didn't know either. Perhaps it was just a moment of anger in his mind, losing his sanity and ignoring all the rules and regulations.

Can I still be considered a monk? Daolian only had a bitter smile.

A question has always accompanied Daolian:

Before being buried, the body of the master was carefully examined, and the blood and flesh in the master's mouth were blurred. If the killer wants to kill someone and silence them, there is no need to smash the master's tongue. On the contrary, the master's tongue is very much like it was bitten by himself.

So, is Master trying to conceal something? Is it just a remnant of one's own palm technique chapter?

But are these two pages of incomplete chapters really that important?

Why did the killer kill more than ten innocent monks from all over the Lingjue Temple?

A series of unsolvable mysteries made Daolian two heads tall.

However, Daolian understood that if she wanted to investigate Mount Song or even infiltrate the Yunlin Zen Temple, she still had an urgent task to solve, which was the "swastika" shaped incense scar on her forehead. Wearing the "Swastika" character incense scar, since it is a tradition of Lingjue Temple, one can bear this "Swastika" character incense scar and know that he came from Lingjue Temple.

If the culprit is really at the Yunlin Zen Temple in Songshan, then he is really in the mouth of a sheep.

Furthermore, since I became sensible, I have been carrying this fragrant scar all along. Daolian unconsciously reached out to touch it, as if it was innate on her forehead.

So, what is the significance of Master setting this strange rule, is it not to protect himself?

Daolian was lost in thought, but was accidentally disturbed by the conversation between several young masters at the opposite table.

"Speaking of martial arts cultivation, who is the highest person in this world?"

A young master in yellow raised his head and asked with a smile.

"Even if you don't know anything else, no one knows about this question. The highest martial arts in the world today are nothing more than the three gods and five saints!"

A young man in blue answered confidently.

"Hehe, you're wrong." The young master in yellow smiled cunningly.

"Wrong? How could I be wrong? Tell me more, besides being one of the three gods and five saints, who dares to be the number one in the world?"

The young master in blue shouted in a somewhat irritable manner.

"Don't worry for now. Since the mysterious passing of Zen Saint Sumiya more than a decade ago, aren't there only four remaining Five Saints?"

"Hmph, you're a cunning kid. In my opinion, Tang Xichen, the witch saint, is no match for our Middle earth experts."

"Silence! What do you know, you little one? If the Witch Saint wants your life, you just need to blow your breath. Hmph, it's not my exaggeration. The Witch Saint is skilled in various alchemy, poison, puppets, disguise, and other strange sects in the world, including various mysterious witchcraft. Even if you are as skilled as the Three Gods and Five Saints, you should avoid her by three points. Is that what your little one can evaluate?"

The young master in yellow appeared somewhat excited, accompanied by a hint of nervousness.

"What are you afraid of? Wu Sheng is far away in southern Xinjiang. You are a soft skinned person who likes to boost others' morale and destroy your own authority. If you don't talk about anything else, just talk about this disguise technique. I think our Thousand Faced Fox Linghu Frost in Middle earth is no worse than him!"

The young master in blue consciously gained the upper hand and was proud of himself.

Upon hearing this, Daolian felt like she was enlightened.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of the trick of changing faces? If I had to do it, I had to do it seamlessly. I don't want to provoke the Southern Wu tribe at all. Why don't I go find this Thousand Faced Fox Linghu Frost and try my luck?"

Thinking of this, Daolian stood up and walked towards the dining table of the young masters. She clasped her hands together and said:

"Amitabha Buddha, how many benefactors can I share a cup of soup with you?" Although Daolian was wearing a bamboo hat, she still wore a monk's attire all over her body, especially the oversized Buddha beads hanging on her chest.

Huangyi Gongzi was snatched away by Blueyi Gongzi, and he was already very angry. When he saw Daolian, he became furious and said:

"Get lost! Didn't you see your buddies drinking? You're a monk. What's up?"