“Knock knock knock…”
The sound of the wooden fish was clear and deep, and the sandalwood incense was lingering in the room. "Brother Abbot, have you been feeling better these past two days?" Shi An asked with concern.
"Much better, thanks to Donor Ning's medicine," Shi Hui said, "You've been reciting the Sixth Patriarch's Sutra for Donor Qiqing these days. Today, I noticed that the anger in Donor Qiqing's brows has not dissipated."
Shi An's mind flashed with a teasing purple eye, and he lowered his eyes and whispered: "This child is incorrigible."
Shi Hui sighed helplessly and said, "Donor Qiqing's experience is extraordinary. If he can be educated, then peace can be achieved in the world. If not, there will be great suffering for all living beings."
Shi An replied: "Yes, Brother Abbot"
Shi Hui nodded slightly: "Do your best and leave the rest to fate. This is karma, everything is predetermined."
"Abbot just now..." Yuannai's voice sounded outside the door. After entering the room and seeing Shi An, he bowed and said, "Master Uncle..."
Shi Hui asked, "What's the matter?"
Yuan Nai looked at Abbot Shi Hui, then at Grandmaster Shi An and said, "Reporting to the abbot, the four senior brothers have already driven away the person who stole the magic sword and assassinated the Seven Emotions female donor. But the four senior brothers were injured..."
Shi An looked at Yuan Nai and asked, "How is your injury?"
Yuannai lowered his head sadly and said softly, "Master Jiekong and Master Jieyan are not seriously injured. Donor Ning is bandaging them.
But Master Jie Hui and Master Jie Chi were both seriously injured, and Donor Ning said they need to stay in bed for a few days before they can get out of bed and walk around."
Abbot Shi Hui sighed, "These past few days, people have been coming in waves for the Seven Emotions Donor and the Demon Sword. Now, my four nephews, Jie Kong, Jie Yan, Jie Hui, and Jie Chi, are all injured. I'm afraid that more and more people will come to seize the Demon Sword and the Seven Emotions Donor."
Although everyone on the Jiuyou Terrace tacitly agreed to hand over the Demon Sword and the Seven Emotions to the Faguo Temple for disposal, it was also because they did not want to become the target of public criticism. Who would really be willing to give up the Demon Sword in private?
Shi An pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Abbot, we will split up from now on. You and your two nephews, Jie Kong and Jie Yan, will go ahead with the magic sword. I will stay behind to wait for Jie Hui and Jie Chi to recover from their injuries, and then take Donor Qi Qing back to the Faguo Temple."
They have arrived at the territory of Shang State, where there are all kinds of people. With the magic sword carried by Abbot Shi Hui, the sooner they reach the French State Temple, the safer it will be.
The two monks Jiehui and Jiechi were seriously injured and could not walk, so they needed Ning Anan to take care of them. Therefore, Shi An took Qiqing and others to stay behind to cover their retreat, so as to buy enough time for the abbot to stop those people with bad intentions.
The power of Qiqing has been witnessed in the palace of Shengyuan Kingdom. Without the temptation of the magic sword, ordinary people dare not attack Qiqing easily.
"Shi An! Where's that old bald donkey Shi Hui?" Qi Qing didn't tease him as often as usual, and looked at Shi An with cold eyes. Ning An An would deliver medicine to Abbot Shi Hui every three days, but when she went to deliver the medicine this evening, she found that Abbot Shi Hui was no longer at the inn.
Shi An put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the abbot has returned to the Faguo Temple with the magic sword. We will set off for the Faguo Temple tomorrow."
The magic sword was taken away first, and Qi Qing was furious. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before guessing that it was because someone had attacked the post house a few days ago and injured a few bald donkeys. Humph, what a waste!
"Who?" Qi Qing, about to say something, suddenly changed his expression. He waved his hand and struck a pillar in the corridor. The sharp wind from his palm knocked the eavesdropper hiding behind the pillar to the ground. The person coughed up a large pool of blood and, with his last breath, released the fireworks signal in his arms.
When Qiqing went forward to check, the man was already dead. Soon, dozens of people suddenly appeared in the originally quiet backyard of the inn.
Shi An calmly moved his position to stand in front of Qi Qing.
The leading black-robed man clasped his fists towards Shi An and said, "Master Shi An, we all respect the great master's profound Buddhist teachings, and we do not wish to become an enemy of the Faguo Temple.
We already know that Abbot Shi Hui returned to the Faguo Temple with the magic sword a few days ago. Today we are not here for the magic sword, but to avenge the countless wronged souls on Mount Qishan!
We all have relatives and friends who died tragically at the hands of the witch. Today we must kill this witch to honor their souls in heaven. Master, please hand her over."
They had inquired and learned that the magic sword had been taken away by Abbot Shi Hui. The witch was indeed powerful, but now without the magic sword, they were outnumbered and powerful, making it the perfect time to kill the witch.
Shi An disagreed and said, "Amitabha, those who kill others will always be killed; those who harbor resentment will always be resented.
"Donor Qiqing has committed grave sins. I will persuade him to lay down his butcher knife and cleanse himself of his sins. When will the cycle of revenge end? Why should you continue to add to the sins of killing?"
"Hmph, Master Shi An, there's no need to say more. The world will never be at peace if this witch lives one more day. Master, there's no need to waste your energy trying to persuade her to be good. Death alone won't be enough to appease the soul of a witch like this. Only by crushing her bones and scattering her ashes can we comfort the dead." The leading man said passionately.
"Yes, crush the witch to ashes..." Dozens of men in black erupted in fury, their shouts resounding through the backyard of the inn in this remote town. With such a scene, even the nearby residents were too frightened to open their doors.
"Hahaha..." Qiqing seemed to have heard a joke. He put one hand on Shi An's shoulder and the other on his waist, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up.
"Witch, what are you laughing at?" asked someone in the black crowd.
Qi Qing wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes with her hands, and after a long pause, she said, "Laugh? Because something happy is going to happen, do you think we should laugh?" Everyone didn't understand and looked bewildered.
"Good news? What good news?" he asked again.
Qi Qing shrugged, pushed Shi An aside, and took two steps forward. His purple eyes swept over the dozens of black-clad men surrounding him and Shi An, flashing with excitement and danger.
In the dim moonlight, the beautiful lips, their original lavender color no longer visible, slowly curved into a seductive shape. The voice that slowly uttered was cold and eerie: "Because you will be reunited with your loved ones soon. Tell me, is this a happy event? Is it worth laughing about?"
As the last word fell, Qi Qing's figure moved quickly. Her pair of delicate hands were filled with murderous intent. When Qi Qing retreated to Shi An's side, and by the time everyone realized what was happening, more than a dozen bodies had already fallen to the ground.
The rest of the people were so scared that they stepped back and dared not move forward.
Shi An looked at the corpse on the ground with compassion in his eyes. He said, "Seven Emotions Donor, put down your butcher knife and stop killing people. The sea of suffering is endless. Turn back now."
Qi Qing sneered and said, "Master, I don't know if putting down the butcher knife will make you a Buddha instantly, but given the current situation, if you put down the butcher knife, you will definitely become a ghost instantly!"
Qi Qing said with disdain, his eyes filled with sarcasm. Just as he was about to deal with the remaining people, he saw several men in black holding Ning Anan hostage and approaching. Qi Qing instantly became filled with murderous intent.
"Witch, if you dare to move again, I guarantee that your lover will die right in front of you..."
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