Chapter 197 Who can be more evil than this god! ?
“Who!?”
A few men in black avoided the Buddhist strings and looked outside the house warily.
“This god is going to kill them.”
There was no movement outside the house. Instead, Shi Jiu said something while holding the Soul Death Umbrella in the house.
Several men in black glanced at each other, a little wary of the sudden appearance of people outside.
However, their mission is to get rid of the Liu family daughter!
"Hurry up and kill her!"
The leader said, arousing all his spiritual power and rushing towards Shijiu.
However, before they could get closer, the Buddhist strings in the house started to move again.
In just a few breaths, the seven masked men had their necks wiped by Buddhist skewers.
Even, there was no chance to react.
When Shijiu saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his eyes to look at the little monk who came outside the house with the sun on his back.
"Little monk, your killing method..."
Shijiu looked at the little monk and couldn't help but licked his red lips, "It's very neat."
"I... like it!"
"Amitabha..."
Chang Kong swallowed unconsciously, and his ears turned red uncontrollably.
"Donor Shi, are you okay..."
Even though he knew that there was no chance that something would happen to her, he still asked subconsciously.
"There's something wrong."
Shijiu looked at the young monk and raised his hand with a half-smile, "I'm injured."
The burns on my hands, although they were visible to the naked eye, He is recovering, but at this time...
You can still see traces of scars.
“Where!?”
Chang Kong was startled, not expecting this answer from Shijiu, and subconsciously approached her.
"Shi Donor, where are you injured?"
"You just hurt your hand."
Shi Jiu stretched out his hand to the young monk and put it on his In the palm of his hand, "But it's better now."
After listening to Shijiu's words, Chang Kong still stretched out his hand to touch it uneasily.
A dazzling burn appeared in Chang Kong's mind.
Chang Kong’s touching hand suddenly paused, and a bit of anger emerged inexplicably in his heart.
“What’s wrong?”
Shijiu held up an umbrella and asked in confusion.
“Nothing.”
Chang Kong twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending not to know anything. "Shi Donor, do you still have any use for the bodies of these people?"
Shi Jiu: "No."
"That's good."
Chang Kong let go of Shijiu's hand and moved his fingers slightly. The Buddhist string that had been floating in the air instantly turned into an alms bowl.
"Huh?"
When he realized what the little monk was going to do, he glanced at the alms bowl in his hand in surprise.
The alms bowl grew slightly larger, sucking in the seven corpses on the ground one after another.
The souls of those people were also sucked in together.
Lao Hei and Lao Bai, who had just arrived to seduce the soul, were almost sucked in.
When Lao Bai saw Shi Jiu holding the Soul Shang umbrella, he didn't even dare to say hello, so he pulled Lao Hei and ran away.
"Absorbing one's soul..."
When the young monk finished this series of actions and was about to turn the alms bowl back into a Buddhist string, Shijiu stretched out his hand and snatched it away.
“How can your alms bowl be used like this!?”
Shijiu looked at the alms bowl with great interest.
"Amitabha..."
Chang Kong was a little worried and wanted to take back the alms bowl, but he didn't know how to start.
“The donor must be careful, this alms bowl has some evil nature.”
He has always carried this alms bowl with him since he started practicing Buddhism.
However, it has some evil nature. It can eat human flesh and swallow souls, which is what it has always longed for.
But he has never satisfied its desire...
Today, if he hadn't been extremely angry, he would not have taken out this alms bowl...
"In this world, there is nothing better than evil. There is nothing better than this god!”
After a few glances, he didn’t find anything strange, so he threw it back to the young monk.
“I thought you came here today to stop me from killing someone again.”
Shijiu said to Chang Kong with a smile, then held the Hunshang Umbrella and walked towards a place where there was no sunlight.
"Little monk..."
Shijiu walked to the shadows, held the Soul Shang umbrella, and suddenly turned around, "You said last time that the Zen room you live in does not face the sun?"< br>
The alms bowl turned back into a Buddhist string and hung in his hand.
Hearing Shijiu's question, Changkong nodded, "Amitabha, yes, not to the sun."
Shijiu smiled.
"Then from today onwards, I will rest in your Zen room."
(End of this chapter)