Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

"Master Xinchi, are you sure you didn't make a mistake this time?"

Maybe Jian Tiansi could kill innocent people indiscriminately for his work, but Li Huowang could never pass the hurdle in his heart.

As soon as Li Huowang said this, the little girl who was praying to Buddha shrank, leaving only one set of clothes on the spot.

"Erjiu! Why don't you listen to the poor monk?" Li Huowang sneered as he looked like a maddened man who looked like an angry King Kong.

He mentioned that the knife went to the pile of clothes and stuck it **** the yellow futon. With a scream like a puppy, the red blood spurted out from the futon.

The thing didn't go away just now, it just shrank to a very small and flat body and hid in the futon.

"Master Xinchi, if you are so accurate every time you say it, I won't be thinking about it by myself."

Again, he didn't want to be used as a gunman by others, especially since the other party was such a disgusting existence.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them was not quite right, the cameraman immediately stopped him.

"Okay! Our family isn't dead yet! You little brats, be honest! Don't forget what our family is looking for you for!"

Although the photographer was always smiling and easygoing, neither Li Huowang nor Xin Chi thought that he was a soft persimmon who could be kneaded by others, and they stopped talking when they saw him speak.

Time passed little by little, and soon they had been in the Buddha Bone Temple for half an hour, but they found nothing except the ambush of the previous man.

I don't know if Zan Wangdao left early, or if they were deliberately avoiding him.

Although it has been so long, the photographer who is the leader is not in a hurry at all, but his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

This further strengthened Li Huowang's previous conjecture, that this picture must have ulterior motives in this Buddha Bone Temple.

Just as they walked into a Buddhist temple filled with mummified corpses again, the expression of the photographer suddenly became ecstatic.

As the fingers of the abacus began to speed up, they turned into afterimages, and little sparks emerged from above.

"Come quickly!"

The photographer stepped on the marble on the ground at a certain pace, and after he circled it three times in an extremely complicated manner, the portrait of the cross-sitting Bodhisattva drawn on a pillar moved eerily.

Seeing this scene, Li Huowang said more decisively in his heart: "I guessed right before! This photo is here to find something! The so-called clearing, sitting and forgetting the road is just incidental!"

Then I saw that on the portrait of the pillar, the Buddha, who had no sorrow and no joy, quickly aged and dried up, and after a while, he became a mummified corpse.

The mummy's two hands were inserted along the ribs, and slowly opened its abdominal cavity.

However, when the happy-looking photographer looked up at the mummified corpse portrait on the pillar, he was stunned.

The belly of the portrait was empty and nothing.

"What about heart trouble? Was it taken first? It shouldn't be. Only our family can find this place."

Confused? Hearing the name with the word "heart" in it, Li Huowang, who is Xinsu, is particularly sensitive.

"Could it be that there are other treasures like Xinsu, human-shaped, heavenly and earthly treasures? If Xinsu is confused, what are their side effects?"

Just when he was about to open his mouth to ask Tuoba Danqing beside him, a long muffled sound made everyone raise their heads at the same time and look at the beams above their heads.

When no one could react, Hong Da, dressed as a beggar, suddenly said, "Come on! This temple is about to collapse!"

The moment he blurted out these words, accompanied by a tremor, the tall roof beam with tens of thousands of pounds of tiles fell heavily.

After a loud bang, heavy dust flew up and enveloped everything here.

"It hurts." This was Li Huowang's feeling, he was in pain everywhere now.

The fog was so foggy that he couldn't see where he was. He tried to move, but he felt that he was heavy, and he was being held down.

Just when he was thinking about how to get out, along with the sound of rubble turning, a sturdy figure appeared in front of him in the dust.

When the man lifted the heavy weight of Li Huowang's body, Li Huowang finally felt that he could move.

He drilled through the tile, shook the dust off his body, and said to the man, "Thank you, Brother Tuoba."

Tuoba Danqing, who was also disgraced, put down the roof beam on his shoulders, "Hey, what are you talking about, they are all brothers who drank and prostituted together, brother, can I still die?"

"Are you alright? Where are the others? This temple collapse must have been caused by sitting and forgetting the Tao." Tuoba Danqing also patted the ashes on his body.

Li Huowang nodded, "Who said no," he said quietly a few inches away from Kaoru Ba Danqing, and kept facing him all the time.

Just as the two were talking, there was a movement in the mist in the distance, and an extremely tall figure came out from it, that was Zen Master Xinzhi.

When he saw the two people standing together, his expression instantly became solemn, and his thick fingers pointed at Li Huowang.

The next moment, Tuoba Danqing next to him seemed to have heard something in his ears, he stepped back again and again, and quickly distanced himself from him.

Immediately after, the three stood in a triangle shape, while Xin Chi and Tuoba Danqing were staring at Li Huowang.

In this case, Li Huowang immediately judged that this idiotic monk must have used his mind to say something in Tuoba Danqing's ears.

Just when they were about to start, Li Huowang looked at Tuoba Danqing and said, "Brother Tuoba, you suspect that I'm sitting and forgetting the Tao, but why don't you suspect that this madness is fake?"

"Let's stop lying there, will Zanwangdao know his heart?" Tuoba Danqing, who had been extremely enthusiastic before, had obviously become unusually indifferent.

"Why can't Zanwangdao know his mind? All of their magical powers are stealing from others!" Li Huowang with an extremely ugly face pulled out the sword behind his back.

"We've known for a long time that you will be so alienated, but Master Xiang has long since forgotten. Even if you get rich, it will take three hours to learn from him, so he is real, and you are fake."

Faced with a false accusation for no reason, Li Huowang couldn't hold back the fire in his heart.

"He's clearly fake!" Just as Li Huowang pointed his sword at the monk Xinchi, a familiar voice sounded from his ear, it was the monk's heart.

"No, the poor monk is true. I also know that the ear donor is true, but now the poor monk's words are the truth, and whoever the poor monk says is false, he is false."

"What?!" Li Huowang's pupils widened, and he looked at the mad monk in front of him in disbelief~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He thought about a lot of possibilities just now, but he never thought of it. If you come here by yourself, you will be plotted by your own people first!

"Are you infighting at this time? Are you crazy? Just because I hit you before?"

After the corner of the monk's mouth twitched slightly, he quickly turned into a look of no sorrow or joy, "Yes, the poor monk is so careful."

After he finished speaking, he stomped and followed Tuoba Danqing towards Li Huowang.

"You lunatic!" Li Huowang, who roared his guts to pieces, pulled out his purple spiked sword and rushed towards Xinchi.

Just as Li Huowang was getting closer, a cold light pierced from the mist on the side and pointed directly at Li Huowang's neck.

It was a rusty short knife, and the one holding the knife was Hong Da, a man on credit.

Li Huowang was attacked by three sides and became extremely passive.

"What the **** is going on here!! Could it be that they discovered my identity?! This is basically a game for me?"