That sound came from Miss O!
Could it be...
His face turned pale, he opened the door and walked out quickly.
At the other end, the Zen room.
Yan Zhuoxu stood in front of the door, with his hands behind his back, but he took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve and sent a signal towards the sky through the gap outside the door.
The man in black thought something was wrong.
Holding the sword, he slashed at him fiercely!
The sword energy brought up a gust of wind, blowing across Yan Zhuoxu's forehead.
His entire face was covered in shadow, and he didn't dodge or avoid it.
The moment the cold light illuminated his eyebrows, he suddenly turned sideways, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand!
He chopped the black-clad man's wrist quickly and accurately!
One knock, one grab!
With a "clang" sound, the sword fell.
The man in black let out a miserable cry, and the severe pain in his wrist had just subsided when his ribs were hit again!
A fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat and he staggered back.
His eyes were full of horror.
"You know martial arts?!"
As the employer said, this person is totally powerless!
Who knew his martial arts skills were so high!
even……
It was as if they were deliberately keeping him alive.
The man in black was instantly frightened when he thought of this.
"This is a pure land of Buddhism. How can you be so presumptuous?" Yan Zhuoxu said in a cold voice, looking at him with a fierce look. "Tell me! Who sent you here?"
"Just now, I underestimated you!" The man in black was determined to die. He narrowed his eyes, slipped a dagger from his sleeve, and suddenly pounced on him!
The candle flame was shaken violently by the strong wind.
The figures of the two fighting were projected onto the four walls.
Magnified and distorted, like the angry eyes of a King Kong.
Flesh and bones collided, Yan Zhuoxu fought with him, snatched the dagger from the black-clothed man's hand, turned it between his fingers, and threw it out casually!
With a clang, the blade sank into the beam beside it, making a buzzing sound.
When Ye Jinghong rushed out of the courtyard, Shen Zhiyi was running outside and their eyes met from a distance.
He was about to go in and rescue someone.
Suddenly, a man in black fell from the sky and blocked Shen Zhiyi's way!
Ye Jinghong swallowed.
In fear, he stepped back, gritted his teeth, and hid behind a pillar.
"Still want to run?" The man in black sneered and pointed his sword at Shen Zhiyi, "Today, even if gods and Buddhas appear, they can't save you!"
The employer has ordered that no one be left alive!
His face was distorted and fierce, and he flew over with his sword raised!
The shadow of death was like an icy tide that instantly submerged him.
Shen Zhiyi fell to the ground and closed his eyes tightly.
Puff——
The sword blade entered his body, and warm blood splashed on his face.
Shen Zhiyi smelled a disgusting smell of rust.
The expected pain did not come.
Time froze for a moment.
She opened her eyes and saw a tall figure standing in front of her.
He stood with his back to her, sword in hand.
The corners of the yellow cassock fluttered.
The moonlight drew a dividing line on him.
He stood with his hands hanging down, his monk's robe clean and shining with a faint warm halo, just like a god or Buddha coming to the temple, full of compassion.
The other half of the body was hidden in the shadows.
The lower right corner of the robe was stained red with blood.
Holding a cold sword, he was murderous.
Like a Shura from hell, he came in response.
Not far from him, lying on the ground, was a man in black with his eyes open.
His throat was slit, and the man in the Zen room also fell to the ground dead with a dagger stuck in his heart.
The night wind suddenly rises.
Blowing Yan Zhuoxu's hair.
A drop of blood splashed on the jade-like face.
Right in the middle of the eyebrows.
It looks very much like the cinnabar that Buddhist disciples apply when they take the precepts.
But it did not solidify, but was slowly and stubbornly sliding down along his tall nose.
After the tip of the nose falls, it dries up completely.
It was like a red line of blasphemy and taboo, tearing apart the faith he held firmly.
The Buddhist temple fell and collapsed in the dust.
Years of practice and thousands of sutras recited were all destroyed in one night.
He killed.
Killed two at once.
Drops of blood rolled down the sharp blade, one by one, hitting the courtyard of the Buddhist temple, quickly spreading into a small area of glaring dark red.
Yan Zhuoxu pursed his thin lips tightly, and his whole body was covered with a thrilling cold frost.
But the hilt of the sword in his palm was as hot as an iron.
It burned so hard that his soul trembled.
That is a sin.
It is a sin that will cause one to fall into the Avici Hell forever.
From now on, gods and Buddhas will not tolerate...
"Your Highness! I'm scared!"
Suddenly, a warm and soft body crashed into my arms.
Shen Zhiyi hugged him tightly.
Yan Zhuoxu slowly lowered his head and looked at the clean half of his robe, which was now wrinkled by her hug.
He looked at her face filled with fear and tears.
Unable to restrain himself, he saw his strong greed and desire.
Delusional thoughts arose, and like the bloody killing, they instantly dominated every blood vessel in his body.
All five precepts were broken for her.
Yan Zhuoxu closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a surge of emotions more intense than the color of night and blood.
The crazy evil nature burned his sanity.
Yes, for her.
Why not!
clang--
The long sword fell to the ground.
He leaned over and hugged her, and as if in revenge, he kissed her lips fiercely!
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