The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 146 Donor, please show mercy

"Push mountain pose!"

Shen Yuanliang used his Great Stele-Smashing Skill, and with a loud "bang", he blasted the Celestial Grandmaster Ding Chunqiu hundreds of feet away onto the city wall.

"Crash", the thick city wall collapsed, leaving a gap of several dozen feet. Smoke and dust filled the sky, sweeping across the city like a sandstorm.

"Cough cough!"

There was a burst of rapid coughing, like the sound of a bellows.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Ding Chunqiu, who had been full of vigor and vitality before, now had a gray face, a collapsed chest, and was breathing in less than he was breathing out, looking as if he was seriously injured and dying.

One step, two steps, three steps, when Shen Yuanliang was ten steps away from Ding Chunqiu, an accident happened.

"Amitabha."

"Donor, please show mercy when you can, please have mercy!"

Along with the sound of Buddhist chanting, a monk wearing a cassock and holding a demon-subduing pestle walked out. With white hair and beard, he looked full of compassion, like the compassionate Buddha.

"Master, this is a feud between Ding Chunqiu and me. Are you sure you want to get involved?"

Stopping, Shen Yuanliang looked at the nosy monk in front of him. A cold light flashed across his bright eyes, and a hint of murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

If you don't cut the grass at the root, it will grow again in the spring breeze. If you don't kill Ding Chunqiu now, will you keep him alive for the New Year?
"God has the virtue of good life."

"Now that this donor is seriously injured and dying, and has no power to resist, why not let Donor Ding go back with me to Shaolin Temple to meditate and worship Buddha, and become a monk outside the secular world?"

After performing a Buddhist salute, the kind-looking monk spoke calmly.

"He is Ding Chunqiu. Xinghai is also a demon. Can he become a monk?"

Pointing at Ding Chunqiu lying motionless on the ground, Shen Yuanliang tilted his head and asked in disbelief.

"I am a poor monk, Xuanbei, I will put down my butcher knife and become a Buddha right now."

Without saying much, just one sentence expressed the monk's attitude.

As a senior monk of the Xuan generation in Shaolin Temple, he believed that the young man in front of him would give face to Shaolin Temple and allow him to convert Ding Chunqiu and accomplish a great merit.

By then, under the inspiration of Buddhism, Shaolin Temple will add a martial arts master at the level of celestial grandmaster out of thin air, and the temple's heritage will be further enhanced.

"Master, if such a wicked person could become a Buddha, then it seems that Buddha is not that great."

Shen Yuanliang frowned, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

As a monk, not only did he seize fertile farmland and lend money at high interest, he also took in a big villain, under the euphemism of "lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly". Wasn't he just trying to recruit Ding Chunqiu for his own use?
No wonder Shaolin Temple is becoming more and more prosperous?
As long as the villains in the martial arts world are desperate, they can go to Shaolin Temple and transform into martial monks to protect the temple to avoid death. They are even more powerful than the emperor.

"donor."

The big monk wanted to say something else, but Shen Yuanliang ignored him and took out the blood-sucking vine seeds. A ray of emerald green light flashed, and the blood-sucking vine several hundred feet long quietly appeared in front of everyone.

In less than a cup of tea, Ding Chunqiu and nearly two thousand elite disciples of the Xingxiu Sect were all reduced to ashes, and everyone was stunned.

Even Master Xuanbei, who had practiced Zen and worshipped Buddha for many years, was speechless. He just stood quietly by the side, chanting sutras for the rebirth, and praying for their souls to be reborn.

[Ding! You killed the traitor of Xiaoyao Sect, the old monster of Xingxiu, Ding Chunqiu, and you have taken a portion of the blue luck!] "Master, her name is A Zi, the disciple of Xingxiu Sect Ding Chunqiu. She was about to slip away in the chaos, but luckily we caught her."

It was just dawn when Dongmei, wearing a pink corseted dress and holding a sword, came over, escorting a girl in purple. The girl was crying and tears were streaming down her face. She looked so pitiful.

"Master, please let me go. I will be a good person in the future!"

"All the bad things were done by Ding Chunqiu, the old monster Ding. I didn't do anything that was against the law. This is my first time traveling around the world!"

Seeing the spotless Shen Yuanliang in front of her, a glimmer of hope flashed in Ah Zi's desperate eyes. She quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and pleaded with Shen Yuanliang.

A Zi, who was very good at observing people's words and expressions, saw that Ding Chunqiu was at a disadvantage, so she immediately slipped away and prepared to escape. Unexpectedly, she was caught by Dong Mei in the end.

"Go away. I never kill women."

Waving his hand, Shen Yuanliang said nonchalantly.

On the one hand, Shen Yuanliang did not have the habit of massacring women and children unless there were irreconcilable conflicts. On the other hand, he let her go for Ah Zhu's sake.

I believe that after what happened today, Ah Zi is afraid of him like a tiger and has no intention of revenge at all.

"Really?"

When Ah Zi suddenly heard that Shen Yuanliang was going to let her go, she was stunned and couldn't believe it.

You have to know that in A Zi's eyes, Shen Yuanliang is even more terrifying than Ding Chunqiu. He slaughtered two thousand people without changing his expression and could use witchcraft. He is just like the legendary demon. It would be strange if A Zi is not afraid!
After confirming again and again, A Zi ran away in a flash. She didn't even dare to stop to pick up one of her shoes, for fear that Shen Yuanliang would change his mind.

The sound of horse hooves rang out, and the Manggu Zhuha had been obtained. Shen Yuanliang did not stay any longer. Riding on the Ujumchin horses, the group disappeared from people's sight like the wind.

The spotted, blood-stained bluestone slabs and the broken city walls witnessed the tragic scene that had happened before. The Manggu Zhuha was born, and the plague god descended to earth, and there would surely be large numbers of casualties, and this had indeed come true.

"Was that a magic trick? Or a magic trick? How can a seed grow into a vine hundreds of feet long in an instant?"

At the window seat on the third floor of Taibai Restaurant, Feng Bo'e, dressed in sky blue tights, was stunned. He has not recovered yet and the shock in his heart can be imagined.

As one of the four major ministers of Gusu Murong Family, Feng Bo'e, the owner of Xuanshuang Manor, can be considered knowledgeable and experienced in the martial arts world. However, Shen Yuanliang's vine technique was beyond his understanding.

Are there really immortals in this world?
"No, no, this is witchcraft."

The burly Bao Bu Tong stroked his mustache, suppressed the shock in his heart, and argued as usual.

Although Bao Bu Tong was also shocked and his heart was pounding, it was not in line with his character to ask him to admit that the vine technique was a magical technique.

"Another extraordinary person has appeared in the world. We must inform you to be careful."

"Ding Chunqiu, the Lord of Xingxiu Sea, is a master of martial arts. I didn't expect that he had no power to resist and was beaten to death like an ant."

Thinking of the scene he had just seen, Feng Bo'e picked up a large bowl of apricot blossom wine on the table and drank it in gulps, venting his inner fear.

"No, no, in the south Murong, in the north Qiao Feng, in the whole martial arts world, only our young master is the most powerful."

Bao Bu Tong was stubborn and refused to admit defeat.

(End of this chapter)