In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

The funeral scene was deathly silent.

The sky was overcast with clouds, making everyone's faces look gloomy.

Several old monks who were knocking on wooden fish and standing by the coffin while chanting sutras tilted their mouths and twitched their eyes. They almost read the Sutra of Great Mercy and Great Compassion as "If you don't go to hell, who will?"

"donor."

A burly old monk clasped his hands, looked up at the cold man standing on the coffin, nodded slightly and said: "The dead are the most important, you get down here."

The cassock is windless and automatic, as if there is a blower in the crotch, which is a bit weird.

Zhang Xiangbei glanced sideways at the old monk, whose face was filled with compassion, but his eyes were calm and calm, like King Kong: "These two little characters lying in the coffin are not as big as me in death."

While talking.

Zhang Xiangbei, who was stepping on the coffin, was filled with powerful coercion, like thousands of troops, swallowing up mountains and rivers with anger.

"Shameless talk!"

The old monk was anxious.

Among those old monks on the mountain, who would not bow to the abbot of Yinling Temple, tell some of the dirty and immoral things they did in the early years, and seek help from the abbot to detoxify and relieve stress?

This ignorant boy, so arrogant, dared not show dignity to the only enlightened monk on the mountain.

In a hurry, he winked at the two disciples who were licking blood from their swords before becoming a monk, and ordered his disciples to save him.

When the two disciples saw this, their whole body muscles trembled, their horse steps were steady, and their faces were filled with expressions of transcendence.

If this young man crushed the young man who stepped on the coffin and made a fuss at the funeral, Mr. Li might be so excited that he might accept him as his adopted son!

"Arrogant man, come down!"

The strong monk on the left stepped into the air and landed firmly on the coffin.

The coffin creaked, and layers of ash fell down.

Master Li opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

The makeshift coffin was really flimsy.

Standing at Zhang Xiangbei, it's a bit shaky.

If another one comes up here, it will collapse sooner or later.

Whoosh!

Another disciple stepped on the coffin with two feet like a cannonball in the air.

Even Zhang Xiangbei and his fellow disciples, who were standing firmly on the coffin, were swaying slightly and were a little unable to stand.

"Come down!"

The great monk shouted angrily at Zhang Xiangbei's back: "Otherwise, the poor monk will save you!"

Zhang Ruoyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his cold face: "Are they two fucking monks?"

Phew!

You Yun in the crowd couldn't help it and broke through the defense on the spot.

The corners of his mouth were twisted into a smile.

"Don't be rude..." Youwu pinched her daughter's waist hard, using the pain point to suppress You Yun's laughter. "Hold it in and go home and laugh."

"hiss…"

You Yun twisted her waist, peeled off her father's hand, and gasped: "General Zhang's mouth is really invincible. Even the fucking monk came here. What kind of brain circuit is this?"

"Everyone who crawls out of the dead has this kind of mental state and has no taboos." The beauty lit a cigarette and said slowly.

The two monks broke through the defense on the spot.

Zhang Xiangbei will be saved if he takes action.

But in the silent funeral scene, a dull gunshot suddenly rang out.

boom!

Tongues of fire sputtered.

The monk who shot in front had his brains shot out and was headshot on the spot.

Like a puddle of mud falling off the coffin, he fell into a pool of blood.

Gunshots were fired.

The scene also completely exploded.

Regular troops poured into each entrance of the Li family, glaring at Zhang Xiangbei who was still standing on the coffin.

Many big guys in the mountains yelled and cursed.

How many years has it been since no one dared to shoot in the mountains?

This guy actually carries a gun privately? And he still fucking shot and killed an eminent monk in front of everyone?

From now on, when the bosses feel depressed and have random thoughts, who will they turn to to whisper to them?

If you keep it in your heart for a long time, you will become abnormal!

"Are you still transcending?"

Zhang Xiangbei turned a deaf ear and turned around, holding the gun in his steady arm and pressing it against the monk's forehead: "Eminent monk?"

The great monk became confused on the spot.

His face was pale, and big beads of sweat were pouring down his face.

He raised his hands slightly in a gesture of surrender that was not in line with international standards.

The barrel of the gun was hot, and his forehead was red. As soon as this old man pulled the trigger, his dream of being a adopted son of the Li family would be over, and he would have to be reincarnated with his senior brother.

"Salvation has the meaning of aid and rescue in Buddhism."

The great monk's throat was dry and he patiently explained: "Brother, it's a misunderstanding."

"Oh." Zhang Xiangbei shook the gun pointed at the monk's head and said. "Go down and save your fellow disciples."

"okay."

The great monk turned sideways in the air and landed firmly next to the hot body of his fellow disciple. He took off the Buddhist beads from his neck, clasped his hands together, took a deep look at the senior brother whose face was bruised, and nodded slightly: "Amitabha..."

Regular troops came from all directions and surrounded the Li family.

Not to mention a big living person, even a fly can't even think of flying out.

The group of funeral guests who were on the same side as the Li family were also completely angered by Zhang Xiangbei.

The foot of the mountain is the foot of the mountain.

Mountain, yes mountain.

No one ever dares to disobey the rules on the mountain!

there has never been!

Old Man Li witnessed Zhang Xiangbei shooting and killing people. Instead of becoming furious, he calmly raised his head and looked at Zhang Xiangbei.

"You killed my son and you could still find a reason with strong words."

Old Man Li said with resentment in his eyes: "What reason did you have for shooting the eminent monk to death in public at the funeral?"

Everyone stared at Zhang Xiangbei with eager eyes.

I want to hear the quibbles of this legendary God of War.

If you can't tell him, punish him severely!

Even the beautiful father and daughter were holding hands, very nervous and suffocated...

The total number of veterans at the scene would circle the earth.

Giving them a handle can make people sick to the point of insanity.

boom!

At the silent funeral scene, gunfire rang out again.

The great monk, who was reciting sutras for the salvation of his fellow disciple who had been brutally murdered, had his head blooming and fell down under the coffin with a thud, dying tragically.

The hearts of everyone present suddenly trembled, trembled, and trembled, and they were completely speechless...

Zhang fired his second shot at Xiangbei.

He walked down from the coffin, holding a gun, and walked towards Mr. Li with an angry look on his face: "I, Zhang Xiangbei, want to find a reason to kill people?"

After saying that, he casually slapped a bunch of red certificates on Mr. Li's face: "You don't think you are the only ones with privileges, do you?"