Chapter 140

The chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and Zichen knew it was over. He remembered the villains he had punished and their fate at that time.

But today, finally met with a worse, small life. But to his dismay, he ran into an evil monk. His luck was against the heaven.

We all know that the monk is good, but Zichen meets the evil monk when he first sees the monk.

"Benefactor, your constitution is very special, and your skill is very strange. It's just too rigid. It's not a good phenomenon. It's easy to break if you're hard. I'm just going to help you." The monk grinned, but his hands were cruel, and his face was expressionless. He pinched Zichen's leg bone again.

"Dead bald ass, do you mean to break the bones of others when you save others?" Purple Chen all quick angry dead, had seen shameless, but had not seen so shameless.

It is clearly doing evil, but it is so solemn and dignified. I also put on the appearance that I am helping you.

"Benefactor, you misunderstand me. If I don't go to hell, I will misunderstand whoever goes to hell. I will know that I am saving people. Buddha will see it." The monk's hand is emitting light of light gold, and once again pinched the other leg bone of Zichen.

At this point, Zichen's whole body skeleton all breaks, already can't move, bursts of pain, almost let him faint in the past.

"Dead bald ass, if there is an afterlife, I will not let you go." Zichen has already despaired, the whole body emerges the towering hatred meaning.

"Benefactor, if you look good, you will be grateful to me. Unfortunately, you are doomed to have no afterlife." The monk is still smiling, but the smile is more prosperous.

Later, he stretched out his arms, took out a blue porcelain vase, poured out a pill from it, and said with a smile, "benefactor, this is a supreme treasure pill, which can let you renew your body and help you to be strong and soft. From then on, there is no root cause of cultivation."

Said, the monk will let Zichen swallow this pill.

Zichen was speechless at the moment. He seriously doubted whether the monk was insane. He even had to save him after he was abandoned, and took out a supreme treasure pill.

There is a faint fragrance on the Baodan, which is familiar to me. Zichen's eyes swept, and almost didn't blow up the lung. Where is the Baodan? It's the ordinary Huiqi pill, and it's the cheapest one. Zichen swallowed a bottle of existence a year ago.

A little in the monk's hand, the treasure pill has been swallowed by Zichen. After that, his finger sends out the golden light and points to Zichen.

"Benefactor, this is the supreme secret method cultivated by me. It can speed up the refining of the elixir and accelerate your recovery."

The monk was grinning, like a Maitreya Buddha. The golden light between his fingers was shining, and he kept lighting out. All of a sudden, the golden energy flowed into Zichen's body, which made him feel less pain.

"Benefactor, with my supreme elixir and the supreme skill, your bones will be strong and soft, and your cultivation path will be smooth from now on. This is a great merit." The monk looks solemn and grinning. He is very happy.

"Did he really come to save me?" Pain relief, Zichen look relaxed a lot, see monk that smiling face, he some doubt oneself.

"But it's a common breathing pill. It's the same color and smell, and it doesn't feel much when it comes to the body."

"Is that what Baodan looks like? It's just that I can't see it."

The monk is very serious, in each bone fracture, all play a golden energy, which makes Zichen feel very comfortable.

Now Zichen once doubted himself. Did he misunderstand the monk.

"When things are extremely extreme, they are very easy to break. Is it true that my body is like this? Although it is tough, when I reach the extreme point, it will bring adverse effects."

The purple Chen heart also did not have the bottom, the family is really in the rescue oneself. He has heard of it, but he doesn't understand what it means.

But immediately after hearing the monk's words, the purple Chen gas in the eye spurts fire, the body smokes.

"Benefactor, the supreme treasure pill and the supreme secret method, a total of 1000 yuan stone." The monk is laughing. After saying a thousand yuan stone, his mouth will crack. Zichen has seen the other side's back teeth.

"This is a bloody robbery, a thousand yuan stone!" Purple Chen finally want to understand everything.

Where is the other party trying to save him? Is it clear that he is doing business? He broke his body, swallowed a breathing pill for himself, and hit several golden energy, which would cost a thousand yuan stone.

"Robber, robber!" Purple Chen heart roars again, want to cry without tears.

I'm really unlucky to meet such a thing. It's more terrible than robbers and bandits. All say bandit bandit is terrible, now Zichen knows, evil monk is more terrible.

"Benefactor, I see your expression is not correct. Is it because the price is too expensive? Don't worry. I'm a monk. The young man gave me a thousand yuan stone just like you last time." When he arrived, the monk said, "remember, it's Yuan Stone, not those broken yuan stone."

"Poof!"

Zichen didn't hold back, vomited a mouthful of blood directly, nearly spurted on the monk's face, but was evaded by the latter, which made Zichen very depressed.

"I don't have a stone." The purple Chen turns head, in the heart is very oppressive Qu, "this after all how to return a responsibility, was beaten waste, still want to give a thousand yuan stone to others. Are all the kidnappers like thisListen to the monk's words, before someone paid Yuan Shi, his heart is silent for that person.

"No Yuan Stone?" The monk was stunned. The smile on his face converged for the first time. He said solemnly, "it's impossible. Obviously you don't want people to see the true face by using face changing technique. There must be a reason. People like you can't have Yuan Shi. Everyone should be rich."

The monk's serious expression, almost did not let Zichen spit out the second mouthful of blood, "I have no Yuan Stone, not a piece."

"No, I'll have a look." The monk squatted down again, then took the Zichen's package, and looked at it carefully.

"In this world, monks have become bandits." Seeing the monk's serious feeling, Zichen wanted to cry. He was robbed by a monk.

"Just a little bit!"

The monk dug out dozens of Yuan stones from Zichen's bag, frowned slightly, and was obviously dissatisfied. He murmured, "these yuan stones, even the precious pill, can't be bought. Am I really miscalculated, or am I doomed?"

"Bullshit, you dead bald ass, it's obviously Huiqi pill. It's the cheapest one. One yuan stone can buy 10000 bottles." Purple Chen roars, affected the wound, a burst of bared teeth.

"Benefactor, you should not be confused by the appearance. Although it appears to be a Qi returning pill, it has the effect of a treasure pill. You should believe it." The monk carried all the belongings of Zichen in one hand, and put the other hand in front of his chest, seriously.

"You are a bandit. That's all I have." Zichen wants to cry without tears, did not hold back, spit blood again.

"Benefactor, you're not right. I took out the treasure pill and used the supreme secret method, which cost a lot. Don't look at it just for a short time, at least ten years old yuan, just a thousand yuan stone." The monk said.

"Monk, tell me which temple you are from, and I will remember you." Zichen didn't know what expression he was. The monk simply made him speechless.

"Amitabha, monks don't ask where they come from. I always do good things and never try to repay them."

Talking to the monk, Zichen was about to die of anger and roared, "don't give back, then you put my Yuanshi there and go quickly."

The monk shook his head and said, "I can't go. Although the monk doesn't want to return, the Buddha wants the sesame oil money. I lost a treasure pill, ten years of life yuan, just for the Buddha's sesame oil money. Who will go to hell if I don't go to hell

"Enough monk, don't tell me about Baodan, or I'll be in a hurry with you."

"Well, let's talk about Yuanshi." The monk was very serious and said, "benefactor, there are only dozens of Yuan stones here. It's far from 1000 yuan stone. What do you do?"

"What the hell to do? Kill me if I have the ability. I don't have yuan stone. All my belongings have been taken away by the monk who drinks blood. I don't know which temple burned the wrong incense and named you such a monk, evil monk." Zichen roared.

"Benefactor, this is not true. If there is no Yuanshi, you can use items to offset it. You can not use Baodan or Shouyuan, but Buddha's sesame oil money can't be less." The monk turned his eyes and saw the long sword wrapped with long cloth beside Zichen.

He reached for the sword and the cloth fell off. In a flash, the flame sword appeared in front of him and was still in the scabbard. The flame sword was glowing red like a flame.

"Good, good sword!" The monk's eyes are bright, which is hard to describe. When he approaches a prostitute and sees a naked beauty, he looks like a beggar seeing Jinshan.

The monk's eyes are very thief. He can see that Zichen is easy to look at at at the first sight. Now he only sees the handle of the sword and knows that it is a good sword.

With a sound of "Qiang", the flaming sword appeared, rendering the surrounding area red, and the red light reflected, like a fire burning clouds, burning most of the sky. The sword's cold light was everywhere, and the sword's edge was cold, sending out a kind of compelling atmosphere.

"It's really a good sword!" The monk's eyes shine with admiration.

After a while, the monk appreciated it enough and said, "although the quality of the sword is poor, the material is not good, the appearance is not good, the sharpness is not enough, the length is not enough, the soft part is not thin enough, but I just took it."

"Monk, your mouth is open to your ears. If it's not good enough, give me your sword and I'll give you a thousand yuan stone in the future." Zichen was almost speechless. Now he seriously suspected that the purpose of the monk's stopping himself was for the sword.

"Ha ha, master benefactor laughed. I am happy because I have done another good deed. Buddha knows that he will be happy. It is just as the saying goes that saving one life is better than building a seven level pagoda." The monk grinned and showed two rows of back teeth, unable to close his mouth.

"Buddha knows that he will be angry. You are a scum, evil monk. Which temple burned incense wrong? You are the best Zichen roared.

"Ah! If I don't go to hell, please don't be confused by appearances The monk sighed low, but he was still laughing, "benefactor, you and I are destined. After today, our fate has ended, and we will see you again in the future."

Take away Yuanshi, take the fire sword, the monk is about to leave.

"Monk, do you dare to report your name?" Zichen lay on the ground and cried out.A lot of dry food was thrown on the ground. The monk had no public morality.

"Ha ha, I never ask for rewards when I do good deeds. Today's fate is over, and I'll see you later."

"See a fart, monk, what about the supreme secret code you told me?" Zichen angrily scolded.

"Oh, guilt, I almost forgot about it. The supreme secret code is here." The monk patted his forehead, grinning and showing his teeth.

Then he took out a secret script from his arms. It was a yellowing secret script. It was wrinkled and looked very old.

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