Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night

Chapter 117 Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows
  Lu Hu recalled the sword he had just struck. When the blade struck Yang Ding's arm, he felt that it had struck five tough cowhide stacks. If he hadn't pressed the tiger sword with all his strength, he might not have been able to kill him. Yang Ding's arms and head were chopped off at the same time.

As for Yang Ding's stele-breaking palm, the meaning of the palm.

After the collision with Black Tiger's fist, they were evenly matched.

The Black Tiger Fist Intent has been further improved through Dali Palm.

It seems that the level of this tablet-slamming palm should be mid-level.

Lu Hu vibrated the knife and threw the blood on the knife into a line of blood on the snow.

When he was about to touch the body, he suddenly turned around and saw the monk coming behind him with half his body covered in blood. He was still carrying the body of Lu Wei who died tragically.

"That's good, that's good. The young monk didn't expect that this officer was not dead. Thank you so much for your help!"

Lu Hu looked at the corpse in the monk's hands. The blood was still dripping down, dyeing the snow under his feet red.

But the monk was extremely polite when he spoke to him, and a strong sense of disobedience arose in Lu Hu's heart.

"I didn't know before that these four people were so evil. After Master's explanation, how could Li spare the life of such a villain? Master's words are serious!"

Lu Hu saw the monk's amazing fighting power and was instantly inspired by the monk's Dharma. His attitude towards the monk became much more polite than at first.

"It turns out to be Donor Li, and the young monk has come to greet me!"

"I'm Li Shan, I don't know the master's name!" Lu Hu said in a pretense.

"The little monk's dharma number is empty!"

"What a Kong. This dharma title really suits this monk!" Lu Hu thought in his heart, but smiled and said: "Kong, Master, Li Shan is polite! Master, take the corpse of this evildoer Bring it back together, this is"

"The sins of these four people have been forgiven by the monk. Now they are buried in their skins, and the cause and effect will be settled!"

"This is still a monk who is responsible for killing and burying!" Lu Hu smiled in his heart.

Then when he saw that it was empty, the monk put down the body in his hand and began to dig a hole in the snow.

When Lu Hu saw this, he hesitated, but he still spoke.

"Master, wouldn't it be a waste to bury the belongings of this villain like this?"

"The wealth of these four beasts comes from the people of the world. Now, the people of the world can naturally take it from themselves!"

When Lu Hu heard what the monk said, he felt relieved and ran to Yang Ding to touch the body.

No one knew whether it was Heng Lian's martial arts or the stone-throwing hand. Only a money bag and an iron token were found on him.

There is a pattern engraved on the token, and there is only one word on it, and I don't know what it is for.

As for the money bag, it weighs twenty taels, which can be regarded as a supplement to Lu Hu's wealth.

Lu Hu held the money bag, thought for a moment, and asked Monk Kong, "Master, this villain's money should be half for each person!"

"A monk should not touch worldly things. The donor can just take it for himself!"

The empty monk dug a hole with his bare hands. The mountainous area, which was originally frozen hard, was quickly dug out with his hands. When he heard Lu Hu's words, he did not look back and responded directly.

"This monk is really different from ordinary people!"

Lu Hu couldn't help but give the monk a high look. This glance had nothing to do with the monk's strength.

It is said that money touches people's hearts. There are so many disputes and killings in this world. Isn't it just money?
  But the monk didn't even touch it. It seemed that he was really a true monk with faith.

Such people all have a set of values ​​that are extremely solid and unshakable.

Either become a demon or become a Buddha.

The path to becoming a demon is like that of a fanatic believer in the Rebirth Cult, running wildly all the way.

If you want to become a Buddha, it depends on whether this empty monk can succeed in cultivation. Since the monk refused to take away the traces, Lu Hu was no longer polite and immediately searched all the other three corpses.

Lu Hu now felt that touching the corpse was the same as opening a blind box in his previous life, with an unknown excitement.

Even though his luck was not very good today, he couldn't figure out any martial arts, and he only had sixty taels of silver in total. There were also some small porcelain bottles. He also checked them one by one, and only smelled that one bottle was gold sore medicine, and the rest was powder. I don't know what it is used for.

But they were all put away.

After Lu Hu finished touching the corpses, he put all the corpses aside. When the monk dug out the pit, he saw him carrying the corpses one by one with both hands, and then carried them in with great respect. After burying it, make a grave.
  Lu Hu stood aside and saw a monk who looked like an iron tower, standing in the wind and snow, with his hands clasped together, his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered, chanting sutras.

Half of his body was blood and half was snow.

An aura of compassion and power arose.

After the monk finished reciting the sutra, the two returned to the temple.

At this time, the mountain temple was truly a ruined temple.

The temple door and walls were broken, the wind and snow were pouring inside, the bonfires were extinguished, and it was pitch black. Not much better than being outside.

When he was empty, the monk picked up his Zen staff and said to Lu Hu: "Donor Li, this temple can no longer protect you from the wind and snow. The young monk doesn't want to stay here anymore and has to continue on his way! I wonder what the benefactor's plan is?"

"There is really no need to stay in this temple. I also want to go to Dingbei City. But under the heavy snow, I have lost my direction. I wonder if you know how to get to Dingbei City?"

"Oh? Dingbei City? We happen to be on the same road. The young monk is going to the Shanye Temple outside Dingbei City, so we can go together!"

"That's it, that's great!"

Lu Hu also packed up his bamboo basket and carried it on his back. Monk Kong Ling led the way. The two of them walked in the wind and snow, and the messy mountain temple behind them became farther and farther away.

Walking on the mountain road, there was silence between the two of them.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. The two met by chance and knew very little about each other. They didn't know what to talk about when they were traveling together.

Still empty, the monk was the first to break the silence.

"Donor Li, are you practicing leg skills? He is practicing so hard. No wonder the benefactor is so powerful at such a young age!"

"Oh? Master hasn't looked back, how do you know?"

As soon as Lu Hu got on the road, he continued to practice leg skills. He was a little surprised when he heard the monk's words.

"After all, the footsteps are still different, and when the donor walks, the blood flow rate in his body also speeds up slightly, so I ask this!"

"Master's hearing is so good, he can hear the sound of my blood even under the strong mountain wind! Is this a Zang warrior? It's really fascinating!"

"Martial arts are just self-protection techniques, not worth mentioning!"

Lu Hu's mind changed and he thought to himself that he was now traveling with a master of Zang training. Don't take this opportunity to ask about Zang training, otherwise it would be a pity.

Moreover, this monk has faith in his heart and does not attach much importance to martial arts matters, so he should not be stingy.

"Master, I have a lot of questions about this Zang training period. I wonder if Master can give me some answers?"

"Oh? Donor Li, your martial arts attainments are extremely profound, your boxing skills are perfect, and your boxing intention is practiced. Even the young monk has never been able to perfect a martial arts practice. He must have learned from an extraordinary teacher, so why bother to ask the young monk?"

As soon as Lu Hu heard what the monk said, he knew that when he was killing Yang Ding, the monk was probably not far away and was watching.

"Hahaha, Master, I'm so complimentary. I'm just a scattered person in the world. How can I say that I have a master? It's just a random practice with a hammer here and a stick here! I'm lucky enough to meet the master today. Please give me some advice!"

Lu Hu's answer was a bit beyond the monk's expectations. He stood still and turned his head to look at Lu Hu deeply.

"In that case, please ask the donor!"

(End of this chapter)