Chapter 89 (1/2)
”Ha ha, what do I want to face? You can't eat face. And... ” Song Shuhang pointed to his mouth. From an angle not seen by foreign monks, song Shuhang said silently to the altar master with his mouth: ”I am not an elder, I am an ordinary college student. There is nothing wrong with what you have found under your command. ”
Song Shuhang's behavior has always been wrong.
But when people live in the world, it is inevitable to tell lies sometimes, such as white lies, which can not be avoided.
However, Shu hang believes that even if it is a good lie, when it can be pierced, it is better to explain it to others. To be a man is to be honest with each other. This is the basic trust between people!
”Chi!” The upper body of the jar master trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood.
”I curse you I curse you! I will turn into a ghost and seek your life forever The master of the jar is shining back and yelling!
When he's done, he's out of breath.
The master of the jar - down the street!
”I'll die this time.” After waiting for a while in the same place, the Song Shu terminal came to the altar master with ”Jiafu” in one hand.
This time, the altar master has completely died, and there is no possibility of resurrection.
But in order to be safe, song Shuhang still mentioned the black flying sword and chopped off the head of the altar owner with one sword.
Jiang Ziyan once reminded him that there are too many ways to protect one's life. Therefore, it is best to destroy the corpse to confirm the other party's death. If the other side is a friar of the second grade, it's almost like cutting off the head.
The sword has no trace, and it can't be stained with blood.
Song Shuhang sighed. In just two days, he had already decapitated two people's heads. This time, he did not use the ”Self Meditation Sutra”, but kept himself calm by his own willpower.
He can't always rely on the Self Meditation Sutra. There is still a long way to go for a monk. He has to adapt himself to some things. Excessive dependence on foreign objects will make him weak.
Those who are weak and weak in mind can not go far along the way.
The altar master is the second monk who died in Shuhang's hands. Like the first man with long arms, although he is dead, his spirit will live for a long time in the memory of song Shuhang. Though not immortal
Spirit ghost and altar master event, temporarily come to an end.
In a short period of time, no one will attack his ghost again.
As soon as the altar master died, some of his subordinates were in a leaderless state. This is enough for them to be confused for a long time, and they can't lift many waves in a short time.
In addition, it is known that the altar owner came to Jiangcheng university town and was related to the spirit ghost of song Shuhang. Only the jar master, the long armed man and the assassin who entered the room of Shuhang. All of them have already gone to the streets, so no one in the altar master's subordinates knows the connection between the altar master and song Shuhang.
Even if they want to avenge their master, they will not be able to get started in a short time.
And just a little more time These subordinates are not a threat to song Shuhang. At that time, even if these subordinates didn't come to song Shuhang, Shuhang would come to her door!
He is short of actual combat targets. These guys with animal head and claw mark brand will be good real combat targets of Shuhang for some time in the future. What's more, if you can fight and destroy the enemy, maybe you can get some booty and kill three birds with one stone!
”Good and evil will be rewarded in the end.” Song Shuhang murmured. He took out the ”Huashi water” and poured it on the jar owner's body.
The pungent smell came from The clothes on the jar owner were melted clean - but his body was not melted by the body fluid.
”This thing can only melt a monk's body? I thought it was a big baby
It's going to be a lot of trouble. Keep a body like this. Even if the surveillance is broken, the bodies will attract the attention of police uncles.
Song Shuhang was troubled.
At this time, the foreign monk suddenly said, ”are you worried about this guy's physical body?”
”Can you handle it?” Song Shuhang turned around with a soft smile on his face and continued to maintain his noble demeanor.
The foreign monk raised his thumb and said, ”please don't worry, please leave this matter to me, I can handle it!”
”If you say that, I'll trouble you. I'll remember your kindness.” The ease of Song Shu hang music.
”Please don't say that, master. My life was saved by my master. It's not worth mentioning!” The monk's face was confident, as if solving the problems on the body and the subway was a trivial matter.
His confident appearance reminds Shuhang of such cool things as ”Huaxia dragon group”, ”Huaxia power team” and ”Huaxia Xiuzhen alliance” that often appear in online novels.
Maybe this foreign monk is a member of a similar organization? He may have a mysterious little red book on his body. Even if there are police uncles coming, the foreign monk can get rid of all the troubles as long as he takes out the red book!
Song Shuhang thought so in his mind, and then he stepped forward and mentioned the small black box of the jar owner.
Intuition told him that there would be good things in the jar owner's small box.
After lifting the box, he went back to the little Lori's family and sat down on the spot.Calculate the time, the passengers almost wake up from dizziness, right?
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At this time, the foreign monk came to the altar master's side, and put his hands together: ”all living beings have done their best. There is a Bodhisattva prescription. Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha.”
This is a great vow of Buddha's dizang, and the foreign monk seems to like it very much.
Then, he sat on the edge of the altar owner's body and began to recite the ”Di Zang Du Hun Jing” in his mouth. With his recitation, the strong light of merit wrapped him up again.
In front of the subway car and beside the altar owner's body, there are a few souls who have been transformed by foreign monks.