The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 4 The Living Xiaoqian

The evil spirits who appeared suddenly, the accomplices who were smashed into meat paste with a hammer.

Such a tragic scene made the thieves turn pale with fright.

How could such a terrifying thing be beaten.

Just when many people's legs were weak and they couldn't even ride their horses steadily, the bald leader shouted: "Don't panic, I have a talisman from Master Li!"

Daoran listened, showing a surprised expression.

The title of Mr. Li seems to be related to the officialdom. This is not a bandit blocking the way at all, but pretending to be a bandit to kill someone.

No wonder this bald head scolds other people for being a donkey. He just shaved his head in order to disguise himself, so he hasn't gotten used to it yet.

Daoran glanced at the two carriages, thinking: "I don't know who is in the carriage, it takes so much effort to kill someone?"

The bald leader also knew that he had slipped his tongue, and now he had only one choice, which was to kill someone to silence him.

He took out a talisman paper with gold inscriptions on a black background from his pocket, bit his middle finger, printed blood on it, and threw it out forcefully.

The talisman flew weakly for half a foot, but suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew towards the four-armed Yaksha.

The four-armed Yasha wielded a long knife, trying to chop off the talisman paper, but unexpectedly, the talisman paper seemed to have a spirituality, a swift circled around the blade in mid-air, and stuck to Yasha's body.

Dozens of golden rays flew out from the talisman paper, binding Yasha tightly.

One of the two tall Yakshas accidentally pushed the Jinshan and the jade pillars and fell to the ground.

There was a loud bang, and the ground shook several times.

"Brothers, the evil spirit has been captured by Master Li's talisman, kill it!" the bald leader said loudly.

Seeing that Yasha couldn't move, the group of fake thieves regained their spirits and rushed towards the carriage screaming.

But they really underestimated the Yaksha summoned by the Tianlongbabu amulet. Before they could run much distance, the crackling sounds appeared one after another.

The golden thread that bound Yaksha was broken, turning into light chips and disappearing.

Yasha fell, but he stood up again.

"Bold mortal! Die for me!"

This Yaksha seemed to be enraged by the talisman, the green flames on the top of his head turned red, and the four weapons swung like wheels.

Daoran understood what a "black whirlwind" was. The four arms of this dark-skinned Yasha turned into a real black whirlwind, plowing deep furrows on the ground.

The thieves who couldn't dodge were all turned into minced meat, with broken arms and limbs flying everywhere.

Yasha opened Wushuang, and the thieves started to run away crying, hating their parents for giving them eight missing legs.

The thieves wanted to run away, but the Yaksha would not let them go.

I saw him holding the long sword high and swung it vigorously, the door-like giant sword flew straight out, plowing a bloody path on the ground.

With this move alone, I don't know how many thieves died.

They were not hacked to death by the sword edge at all, they were obviously smashed to death,
The rest of the thieves saw it and ran even more anxiously.

Yasha didn't chase after him, but just laughed loudly, throwing the weapons in his hand one after another, every time he threw it, the ground would be dyed red.

Of these dozens of thieves, less than one hand can escape in the end, and the rest are minced meat.

Daoran looked at the endgame in front of him, showing his unbearable face, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I have sinned."

The four-armed Yaksha smiled and said: "Little monk, didn't your master tell you not to summon the eight dragons randomly if you have no skills? You are unlucky. When you meet me, I like killing people the most, hahaha."

Of course Daoran knew, Fa Hai had already made it clear about the effect of this spell.

Among the eight celestial dragons, the celestial crowd is the strongest, able to do everything, but it is difficult to drive pride and conceit.

The number of dragons is huge, their temperaments are indifferent, and they do their own way, which is also difficult to control.

There is no difference between the yaksha family and the evil spirits. There are sky yakshas, ​​land yakshas, ​​sea yakshas, ​​hungry yakshas... There are many types and different personalities.

Every time it is called, the eight dragons that may be called are different.

This time, Dao Ran summoned Lu Xing Yasha, a cruel and bloodthirsty type.

Although Dao Ran's strength is not good, and the one summoned is only a projection clone, it is still easy to kill a few mortals.

Yasha thought that Dao Ran had violated the precept of killing and couldn't bear it, but in fact, what Dao Ran couldn't bear was that he had killed [-] or [-] heads, so why did he only add one attribute? !

【Driving evil spirits, taking human life, violating the precept of killing. 】

[Your monk talent is activated, your spell holding +1. 】

Dao Ran is still unclear about the effect of this spell, but it is undoubtedly a loss.

"Before going down the mountain, when I fought against my master to accumulate merits, it seemed that I only added attributes once twice. It seems that the determination of this boundary-breaking talent is not simply calculated by the number of times."

Dao Ran felt that it was a pity. At first, he thought about scalding the ant nest with boiling water to refresh his attributes. Now it seems that it is not so easy to take advantage of the loophole.

It is said that where you fall, you must get up from where you fell, and the missing points will be recovered from this Yaksha.

Dao Ran said in a pious tone: "Amitabha, I don't want to bear the evil because of killing. These benefactors have blood on their hands. Now that they are dead, they may be able to do good and accumulate virtue in the next life. All the sins, the monk will take over. That's a good thing."

When Yasha heard this, his face showed surprise.

Killing is a good thing?Why does this answer sound a bit evil?

Staring carefully at Daoran's face, Yasha found that the little monk's face was full of compassion, just like a real eminent monk.

"Then why can't you bear it?" Yasha asked curiously.

"What I can't bear is the way of the world. If everyone has no worries about food and clothing, and wealth, who would be a robber? If all living beings can get what they want, why are there so many power struggles? Many people can be good people, but Being forced to do evil and adding many crimes, do you think this is pitiful?" Daoran replied.

Daoran now opens his mouth to talk nonsense, and he has reached the point where he doesn't think about it.

Yasha's expression changed, and he was shocked by Daoran's words.

Is this little monk so big?
What other monks said about the universal salvation of compassion was aimed at individual people and individual matters, but this little monk has already looked at the world and pointed to the root of the problem.

This comprehension, this kind of compassion, can be compared with the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who vowed not to become a Buddha if the hell is not empty.

This son is bound to be extraordinary in the future, and Yasha didn't want to make trouble with him, so he said politely: "Master is merciful, which is admirable. I think the spell just now seems a bit evil. Master, please be more careful. Next time the mage recruits eight Everyone, you can call me by my name, and Modoye is at your disposal."

After saying these few words, the tall yaksha turned into green smoke and disappeared.

Daoran was full of doubts, why did he run away suddenly, he still had a lot of wrong words he wanted to talk to this Yasha.

Also, what did this Yaksha say his name was, what Maya?Samoyed?

Looking at the reminder of [Guild against lying, painting skills +1], Dao Ran felt that he was at a disadvantage.

The thieves fled, the Yaksha dissipated, and the rescued people seemed relieved. A handsome middle-aged scribe came out of the carriage with his family and quickly expressed his thanks to Dao Ran.

"My official, Nie Zhengyan, is the new prefect of Hangzhou. This is Clumsy Li and his daughter, Xiaoqian. Thank you Master for saving your life. I am truly grateful."

After finishing speaking, the family of three will kneel down and bow down.

Daoran was about to reach out to help Nie Zhengyan up when he was suddenly taken aback.

Xiaoqian?
Nie Xiaoqian? !

(End of this chapter)