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"The evil monk Li Chen is killing innocent people."

"Life for life, surrender quickly."

The people of Black Wind Castle were all in mourning, which attracted everyone's attention.

In the Jichan Palace, the obscure elder sneered: "What is coming will come."

After that, he gave a look to the lonely Zen master.

The latter grinned: "Don't worry, elder, everything is ready."

"First courtesy, then force~"

As soon as the voice fell, a jade-faced and thin young monk walked out of the martial arts field.

This monk was none other than the first monk of the nine generations of Buddhism, the monk Libie of Yixin Zen Temple.

Libie was an outlier in the Killing Temple.

He didn't like killing, but liked scriptures.

In addition, he was handsome and had the compassionate temperament of Buddhism, which made him the most suitable spokesperson for the Killing Temple.

"Amitabha, I am guilty of sin."

"Don't be angry, my dear donors."

"If there is any misunderstanding, please tell me in detail."

He put his hands together, elegant and graceful, and when he lowered his eyebrows and turned his eyes, he showed the look of "Buddha is merciful, and all living beings are suffering."

People felt ashamed for no reason: there are real monks in the Killing Temple!

In an instant, the noise of Black Wind Castle weakened by seven points.

One of them saw that Libie was as pious as Buddha, and he returned the greeting directly.

"Ahem, Master, we are here only to find the truth."

...

After a description, everyone knew what was going on.

It turned out that this matter was related to Xiangfei Valley.

At that time, Xiangfei Valley held a "Bamboo Shoot Competition".

Ma Liangcai, a disciple of Black Wind Castle, relied on his strength and the support of the Ghost Cult.

So he guarded in front of Duiwang Gorge and prevented others from passing.

Li Chen had a dispute with him at that time.

For this reason, he also had a big fight with He Cangwu.

Finally, he killed Ma Liangcai by He Cangwu.

This incident is also recorded in Li Chen's deeds in "Golden Scale List".

And Ma Liangcai's status in Black Wind Castle is not low.

Not only is he the third generation's first disciple, but he is also adopted as an adopted son by the Lord of Black Wind Castle.

In fact, the story of the adopted son was only recently reported, and it is most likely fabricated for today's riot in the Killing Temple.

"Amitabha, sin, sin."

"So it was this matter, that donor Ma ruined the reputation of Black Wind Castle.

Junior Brother Li Chen couldn't stand it, so he was righteous and eliminated the evil, and the Black Wind Castle didn't need to thank him."

"..."

A group of Black Wind Castle disciples were stunned, what are they doing? !

"Thank you? Thank you big head ghost!"

"Sure enough, there is nothing good about bald donkeys!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over Li Chen!"

"Yes, hand over Li Chen, and you can hold the ceremony normally in the Killing Temple."

Five or six people started shouting again.

At this time, the Ghost Cult's Holy Son Ghost Infant suddenly looked stern.

Then the disciples of Lieguang Pavilion came out and joined the team of denunciation: "Yes, it's too unkind of the Killing Temple to kill other people's disciples for no reason."

"No matter what, they should call people out."

"Yes, yes, it's not right, it's too unkind."

"What hatred or resentment, just kill people directly?"

"How can a monk have no compassion at all?"

Soon the disciples of Duanmai Mountain also joined in.

Black Wind Castle, Lieguang Pavilion, and Duanmai Mountain are all under the command of the Ghost Cult.

There is no doubt that the Ghost Cult is behind this operation.

And the others just happened to watch the fun.

Everyone had no interest in the killing Buddha, and they all thought about the killing red lotus of the Killing Temple.

In short, it was the Killing Temple, the more chaotic the better.

Some people thought it was not chaotic enough, and took the opportunity to shout a few times.

But at this moment, a different voice suddenly came from the crowd: "The evil and crooked ways are indeed rampant. The right and wrong have long been determined. Master Lichen eliminates demons and defends the way, and there is justice in the world."

"Yes! The disciples of the Black Wind Castle do not distinguish between right and wrong, and help the tyrant to commit atrocities."

It was Ming Jiang and others from Xiangfei Valley who stepped out of the crowd and had a fierce verbal confrontation with him.

For a while, the noise in the martial arts field was even louder.

This is more in line with the intentions of those who are interested.

The drunkard Qu Huanbo and the spiritless Hou Xiaoyi looked at each other and felt that there must be something fishy.

On the other side, the Ghost Cult's Qingyan Venerable laughed in his heart. Seeing that the time was ripe, he winked at the ghost baby beside him. The latter murmured: "If that's the case... it's better to ask the person involved to come out and confront first."

Seeing the Ghost Cult speak, the angry curses seemed to have a backbone and gradually stopped.

He turned to the side and waved his flag and shouted: "You are right, confront him face to face."

"Hand him over first!"

Libie still clasped his hands together, with a slightly sad face, which made people reluctant to scold him.

"To be honest with you, the monk who killed the Buddha's son this time is Junior Brother Lichen."

"So, you will see Junior Brother Lichen in a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, another shout came from the crowd: "Killing Buddha's son, what a big frame!"

This remark was like a stone that caused a thousand waves.

As expected, they are all people who watch the fun and don't mind the big things.

"Hand over the killing Buddha's son."

"What kind of ghost Buddha's son, they are all wild fox Zen."

"Shrinking head Wu...ah!"

A scream rang out.

Finally broke the noise.

It was a cultivator who was making trouble outside the crowd. It seemed that he came from a small sect with no reputation. He was immediately knocked to the front by a stick.

Ah~

Before people could understand what was going on.

The screams had already rang out one after another.

Seven or eight figures were thrown into the field, each of them grimacing in pain.

It immediately suppressed the noise just now.

But three people came out in formation.

A knife, a stick, and a whip.

It was the Three Treasures Formation.

The long whip swept, the sticks were pulled out, and hit seven or eight monks fiercely, their skin and flesh were torn, and blood foam flew everywhere.

Suddenly, only seven or eight people were left screaming in the martial arts field.

Libie smiled secretly in his heart, very satisfied with the current effect.

The disciples of small sects and small schools have no big forces behind them.

It’s useless to beat them.

It can also serve as a good example.

“Amitabha, sins, sins.”

“These donors, speaking dirty words, really insult the quiet place of our Buddhist sect.”

“It’s a small punishment, I hope you donors understand.”

He said this, with a look of compassion on his face.

But the whips of the Killing Temple were getting heavier and heavier, and each whip could scrape off a piece of flesh and blood.

Three people fainted immediately, but the whips did not stop.

The whips did not stop until the seven people were covered in blood and blood flowed all over the ground, like dead bodies.

It made people gasp and their scalps numb.

As expected, seeing this tragic scene, many people shut up.

There was already some fear in their eyes.

I heard that the Killing Temple was once a giant in the magic world.

It was famous for its cruelty.

How could he still be so angry after being in seclusion for more than 200 years?

"Amitabha."

"Next?"

Everyone was stunned.

Libie scratched his scalp and smiled, "Sorry, sorry, don't misunderstand me, donors."

"Who else do I mean?"

The disciples of Black Wind Castle, Lieguang Pavilion, and Broken Veins Mountain, who were very enthusiastic just now, secretly glanced at the Ghost Sect.

Venerable Qingyan thought to himself: This is not the time to tear each other apart.

So he looked straight ahead, as if everything had nothing to do with me.

On the contrary, every monk around him was holding a stick and rubbing his hands.

The monks wanted to cry but had no tears: MD, too cruel, what kind of fairy temple is this.

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