After saying this, Nie Changchuan took out a copper bowl and handed it to the maid beside the bed.

The maid didn't know what was going on, so she took it and looked at Nie Changchuan blankly.

Nie Changchuan smiled and said, "This bowl is called the Vajra Subduing Demon Bowl. As long as you hold it, mother and my sisters will be safe."

The maid felt it was impressive and nodded quickly, carefully holding the Vajra Subduing Demon Bowl which sounded so extraordinary.

Seeing this scene, Nie Changchuan felt relieved, picked up the wrought iron Zen staff weighing over a hundred pounds, and strode out of the room.

Yin Wenjiao stared at his back in a daze. She stretched out her hand and wanted to call her son's name, but suddenly realized that she seemed to have not given him a proper name yet...

Thinking of this, Yin Wenjiao slowly lowered her arms and looked at Nie Changchuan's back with a complicated expression.

At the same time, Nie Changchuan had stepped over the butler's body and walked out the door.

At this time, the housekeeper had not gone out for a long time, and the thieves on duty in the yard had already become suspicious.

Two sturdy swordsmen stepped forward, stopped Nie Changchuan, stared at him and asked, "Where is Manager Liu?"

Nie Changchuan held the Zen stick, placed his palm upright in front of his chest, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Manager Liu is devoted to Buddhism. I am grateful for his piety and have sent him to the Western Paradise to meet the Buddha..."

The two swordsmen were slightly startled and looked at each other in confusion.

"……What's the meaning?"

"Can that Liu Biaozi also go to see the Tathagata Buddha?"

Seeing the reactions of the two, Nie Changchuan's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but sigh.

It's terrible to be uneducated. I have explained it so clearly, how come these two guys still can't understand me?

There was no other way, so Nie Changchuan could only explain patiently: "What I meant is that he has been killed by me."

"……What?!"

The two swordsmen were both shocked. They took a step back, drew their swords, and looked at Nie Changchuan in doubt.

Nie Changchuan was not afraid at all. Holding a Zen stick in his hand, he glanced at the group of swordsmen who were gradually gathering around him and said calmly, "The bandit Liu Hong was so bold that he killed an official of the imperial court on the surface of the Hongjiang River, and took office in Jiangzhou in someone else's name. It has been thirteen years since then."

"I learned the truth from the wife of the prefect, and I want to enforce justice on behalf of heaven and capture this thief. Anyone present here who does not know the truth can lay down their weapons in front of me and save their lives... Amitabha!"

After hearing Nie Changchuan's words, the swordsmen who guarded the courtyard looked at each other, their faces showing ferocious gleams, and they surrounded him.

Nie Changchuan nodded and said, "Very good, it seems that you are qualified to guard the backyard. There is no innocent person."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The big man holding a mace pushed everyone away, strode forward, and said with a grin, "You thief baldy, now that you know Brother Liu's secret, don't even think about leaving alive!"

"Hey!"

After saying that, he shouted loudly, raised his mace and smashed it hard at Nie Changchuan's head.

“Bang!”

With a dull thud, the man with the mace's head exploded like a watermelon.

The Zen staff with four crescent-shaped iron blades stabbed out like lightning and went straight into the big man's face, easily splitting the head into four pieces like a hot knife cutting butter.

"thump--"

The headless figure holding the mace fell to the ground with a thud.

Nie Changchuan calmly put away his Zen staff, with a little blood stain on his fair and handsome face. He looked at the silent swordsmen and chanted the Buddha's name solemnly.

"Amitabha!"

Before he finished speaking, Nie Changchuan kicked the ground hard, then rushed into the crowd waving his Zen staff.

The heavy staff was like a hammer and a shovel, which could be used to smash or cut. In the hands of Nie Changchuan, who possessed the power of a heavenly dragon, it was danced into a phantom, whistling like a ball. It could kill anyone who hit it, and hurt anyone who touched it.

"boom!"

The heavy Zen staff hit the chest and abdomen of a swordsman.

The swordsman immediately flew backwards, spitting out blood.

The injuries on his chest and abdomen were even more horrific. The crescent blade on the top of the staff almost instantly cut his abdominal muscles and turned them inside out. The heavy force attached to it rushed into his body and squeezed out his intestines, which mixed with blood and flowed all over the ground.

"thump--"

The swordsman fell heavily to the ground, rolled around a few times with his intestines entangled in him, then his body squirmed slightly and he fell silent.

At this time, Nie Changchuan had already swung his Zen staff and stabbed the demon-subduing pestle at the end of the staff into the other man's chest. Then he raised his foot and kicked him, causing his body to shoot out like a cannonball, crashing into a tree and piercing his chest with countless wood stubble.

“Puff——”

After the man landed on the ground, he spat out blood, covered his chest, and blood gushed out of his mouth. He was breathing out but not in.

I have to say that this bandit who lives on the edge of a knife is extraordinary.

Even though Nie Changchuan displayed his natural strength, the other party still rushed forward with a fierce look on their faces, as if they thought they could rely on their numbers and momentum to kill this monk who was far stronger than them.

But unfortunately, Nie Changchuan's strength far exceeded their imagination.

The reason why I used this less efficient way to kill was just to let these evil thieves feel what those innocent people who died in their hands felt...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Muffled sounds were heard one after another. Nie Changchuan had no expression on his face, but continued to swing the Zen stick in his hand mercilessly.

All the swordsmen who rushed forward were thrown into the air, or were smashed into the sky by a hammer, or flew backwards and crashed into their companions, and were pierced through the chest by the swords in their companions' hands.

Looking at the figure that was constantly reaping lives like a devil, the swordsmen behind finally showed expressions of fear on their faces.

They stopped, looked at each other, and turned and fled without hesitation.

Nie Changchuan noticed their actions, glanced at them, and said loudly: "Amitabha, benefactor, please stay!"

After hearing what Nie Changchuan said, those people not only did not stop, but ran even faster.

One of the tall and thin swordsmen made a "Puh" sound and cursed loudly, "You bald killer god, are you worthy of chanting Amitabha?"

Nie Changchuan smashed the swordsman's head with his stick, then raised his hand to grab another man's neck and threw him in the direction where the crowd was fleeing.

"call--"

The 120-pound body shot out, arriving first, passing over everyone's heads, and slamming hard into the archway leading to the front yard.

The body fell against the wall, leaving a glaring red bloodstain on the white wall.

Everyone was shocked and stopped immediately, looking at the scene in panic.

"Amitabha." Nie Changchuan's voice came from behind him. "My Buddha also has the angry eyes of a diamond. If you are interested, you may stay and debate with me."

“Ahhhh!”

A shorter thief was frightened by Nie Changchuan's devilish behavior. He shouted in fear, took out the iron nail hidden weapon in his arms, flicked his wrist, and threw it over.

“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”

Several finger-long iron nails flew over and were caught by Nie Changchuan, who then threw them back.

“Puff——”

The thick and long iron nail pierced through the man's forehead, leaving a hideous blood mark, and then embedded deeply into the wall.

Nie Changchuan held a Zen stick in his hand, stepped over the corpses on the ground with an expressionless face, and walked towards the crowd.

The bandits were terrified. One of them suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted, "We're going to die anyway, so why not fight him!"

After saying this, he shouted angrily to boost his courage and rushed forward waving his long sword.

"Bang——"

Just when he was halfway through his run, the Zen stick in Nie Changchuan's hand struck his waist like lightning.

The swordsman's figure flew up in an instant and disappeared in front of everyone as if he had teleported.

“Bang!”

With a dull thud, the swordsman's body was stuck to the courtyard wall dozens of meters away.

Nie Changchuan didn't even look at him, just holding the Zen stick and continued walking towards the crowd.

"Tap! Tap!"

The heavy footsteps stepped on the ground and also on everyone's hearts.

Finally, someone couldn't stand the psychological pressure anymore, dropped his sword, screamed and ran away.

Seeing this scene, Nie Changchuan kicked his feet, cracking the ground in an instant, and swept past the crowd like the wind, coming behind the man. He pressed his left hand, as big as a palm leaf fan, on the back of his head, and then - threw him to the ground hard.

“Puff——”

The huge head hit the ground and shattered like a bag of blood.

Nie Changchuan stood up slowly, with blood on his face, and looked at the people behind him calmly.

At this time, most of the twenty or so thieves guarding the backyard had been killed by him.

The only ones who could still breathe were the four people in front of Nie Changchuan.

The four swordsmen were terrified and retreated repeatedly under Nie Changchuan's calm gaze.

Suddenly, one of them gritted his teeth, made up his mind, turned around suddenly, and stabbed the long knife in his hand into his companion's chest.

"puff--"

The stabbed thief spat out blood, opened his eyes wide, and looked at him in disbelief.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, the man drew out his long sword and slashed it horizontally, killing the other two companions who were still in shock.

After doing all this, he threw away the long knife in his hand, fell to his knees with a thud, and kowtowed to Nie Changchuan seven or eight times.

Nie Changchuan looked at him in surprise and stood there in a daze for a moment.

After the man kowtowed, he quickly raised his head, looked at Nie Changchuan with gratitude and said, "I am Wan Dayong, originally a fisherman from Hongjiang. It was Liu Hong and his gang of bandits who robbed the fishing village, killed my parents, and took me to the village. That's why I had no choice but to become a bandit."

"Now that the mage has rid the people of harm, I have finally gotten my injustice redressed and avenged my parents..."

Hearing Wan Dayong's endless chatter, Nie Changchuan frowned tightly, not knowing whether it was true or false.

After a little thought, he walked forward and helped him up in the other's slightly confused and frightened look.

Then, golden light suddenly flashed in Nie Changchuan's eyes. Wan Dayong's eyes were dazed for a while, and his expression gradually calmed down.

Only then did Nie Changchuan ask, "Is what you just said true or false?"

Wan Dayong said woodenly, "Of course it's true."

Nie Changchuan breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to undo the spell, something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked again, "How many years have you been a thief?"

Wan Dayong said woodenly, "Fourteen years."

Nie Changchuan's eyes turned cold: "Have you done anything evil?"

Under Nie Changchuan's complicated gaze, Wan Dayong nodded calmly.