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She could sense Uesugi Kiyoshi's emotions. Ever since she awakened the demon spirit of Yingcao, she could vaguely sense Uesugi Kiyoshi's mood.

So, now she feels very distressed.

She didn't want Uesugi Kiyoshi to be like this.

After a few seconds of silence, she seemed to have finally made up her mind.

"Qianyu, can you give me some space?"

She spoke softly, helped Fujimura Chiha up, and knelt in front of Shiina Kikyo.

Then, Kyoko slowly stretched out her hands and placed them on the dead girl's forehead.

After an interval of several seconds, a faint fluorescent light lit up.

Shingo Narumi raised an eyebrow, this was the first time he saw Kyoko using her supernatural powers, he recognized it, it was a healing ability.

"It's useless, Xingzi, don't waste your energy."

"She was just a mortal, she's already dead. Even if you could heal this body, her fragile soul would have dissipated long ago."

"Such a weak soul is not even qualified to go to the underworld."

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He hadn't finished his words when his eyes suddenly widened and he spoke in surprise.

"What??!"

"You are."

"spiritualism?!"

Chapter 330 Evil Buddha

Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his sword and glanced sideways, looking at the deep corridor behind the door not far away, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a steep arc.

He heard a sigh.

"My lord, whether you are seeking revenge, seeking wealth, or looking for someone, I have already retreated three steps away, why are you pressing me so hard?"

"Buddha has mercy on me. I don't want to kill people. We are all practitioners. We all know that cultivation is not easy to come by. Why do we have to tear each other apart and refuse to give up?"

"If you come to look for someone, just take him away. If you come to seek revenge, I have already killed many people. If you want money, I regard gold and silver as dirt. You can take it yourself."

"I dare to ask you, are you willing to put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right now?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi couldn't suppress his laughter, but a strange gurgling sound came out of his throat, like the low growl of a wild beast that was forcibly suppressing its murderous intent.

He tilted his head and looked at the monk.

The monk slowly walked out from the shadows, wearing a grey monastic robe, a black seven-stripe cassock, a bamboo hat, and holding a Zen staff. His face was unexpectedly handsome. If he had longer hair, he would probably look no worse than some idol singers. His smile was bewitching, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi was full of deep fear.

He seemed to sense something.

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked around and clenched the Onikiri in his hand.

"This master's place of practice is truly unique."

"I heard that being a monk in Japan is just a profession. You can drink alcohol, eat meat, marry and have children."

"But this is the first time I've seen someone who kills people, robs them, controls gangs, takes human lives, and sacrifices souls."

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away?"

"The Buddha you worship, and the blood stained on the knife in your hand are probably more than mine, right?"

"I'm not here to look for anyone, I'm not here to seek revenge, and I'm not here to ask for money."

"I'm here to kill you."

"Kikyo is just our new enemy, we still have an old grudge - I'll make sure you die with a clear conscience."

Uesugi Kiyoshi bowed slightly, holding Onikiri upside down, and his voice was filled with solemnity.

"I'm Onikiri from the Collectibles Association, and I'm here to kill you."

"A few days ago, our agent was under your care."

"I'm here to collect the debt for them!"

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"Attack on agents, torture and murder of women, sacrifice of mortals, three crimes combined - immediate execution!"

The sound is like a loud song, the shadow is like lightning.

Uesugi Kiyoshi exerted force with his feet, surrounded by mirage, and used the "Flash" move.

The distance of dozens of meters was crossed in an instant.

His body was spinning, the force was flowing through his arms, and he turned around and slashed horizontally, and Ghost Cut was aimed at the monk's head.

Since the monk dared to take on the business of intercepting and killing the Collectibles Association, he must be very capable.

He sighed again, his face full of compassion, a golden light shone behind him, his face was like a compassionate Bodhisattva, and he recited scriptures in a low voice.

"I, Mingkong, respectfully visit my Buddha. I had no intention of committing more sins of killing, but I was helpless. Please do not blame me, Buddha."

"Young layman, I don't want to be your enemy, but I don't dare to be your enemy."

"You must know that my Buddha has the lowered eyebrows of Bodhisattvas and the angry eyes of Vajra!"

Master Mingkong sighed, and a golden light suddenly appeared. The tangible golden light crossed in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi, like an invisible wall, blocking the sharp Guiqi three feet away.

The golden light was brilliant, like the power of heaven, illuminating the underground room as if all the darkness and blood had been washed away.

Master Mingkong, who was behind the golden light, really looked like a living Buddha, with compassionate eyes and a solemn face, looking like he was saving people from suffering.

Who could have imagined that this was a demon with his hands stained with countless blood?

The more high-sounding he was, the more disgusted Uesugi Kiyoshi felt.

This kind of extraordinary person who speaks false words but has no respect for life at all and treats human life as worthless is the person that Uesugi Kiyoshi hates the most.

Demons eat humans just like humans eat cows, sheep, chickens and ducks. There is no right or wrong between different races.

You are not of my kind. This sentence is already a huge barrier between us.

Can.

Uesugi Kiyoshi could clearly feel that the monk in front of him was a human being.

A human being who practices evil ways.

Driven by certain desires, he wielded the butcher knife against his own kind and became more and more violent.

He deserves to die!

Uesugi Kiyoshi stepped back, put away his sword, and gently knocked on the golden barrier.

A burning sensation came from his hands. Looking down, his fingers were already charred black.

The mirage energy he used was different from the energy of practitioners and was not some orthodox supernatural power. It seemed to be restrained by the Buddha's light.

The mirage was rapidly dissipating, the ghost fire was dimming, and even the blue lotus next to the portrait of Uesugi Kiyoshi on the scroll of a hundred demons had lost some of its luster.

After snapping his fingers, Uesugi Kiyoshi slowly raised his eyes.

The wound on his hand healed quickly and returned to normal in an instant.

The dog god's self-healing ability is fully demonstrated.

"Do you feel safe?" he asked softly.

Master Mingkong smiled slightly and looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi with a solemn look. There was righteousness in his eyes, as if he was the one who slayed demons and eliminated evil.

When he heard Uesugi Kiyoshi ask him this, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, which then turned into a frivolous smile.

"Little monk, I don't know where you come from, and I don't know why the evil spirit on you makes me tremble subconsciously."

"You must also be of a distinguished background."

"I wanted to avoid you, but you kept bullying me, so I had no choice but to resort to some tricks."

"I have been practicing Buddhism since I was young, reading the sutras to enlighten my mind, and the power of Sanskrit words always stays in my heart."

"This Buddha light, I have practiced hard for decades to defeat demons and evil spirits. I am afraid that the evil spirit on the young layman can do nothing to me."

Master Mingkong's words revealed his undisguised contentment.

He was very proud.

He had just been meditating in a secret room underground, and he was absorbing all kinds of human desires through the formation he had set up.

Greed, lust, and anger are all his food and can help him practice.

He was indeed a monk who had broken his vows, but after breaking his vows, the growth of power became readily available.

What about saving others and yourself, and expelling demons, is all bullshit.

Only power is what truly belongs to you.

Master Mingkong vaguely remembers that it was when he was six or seven years old.

His master, the "abbot" of a certain temple, was targeted by ghosts and gods because he helped a criminal escape from the harassment of ghosts and gods, and he died suddenly in the meditation room.

He saw with his own eyes how ferocious the kind-looking old monk had become.

He peeled off his skin piece by piece, revealing pink muscle tissue.

The flesh and blood were torn off piece by piece, revealing the pale bones.

The eyes were dug out, the nose was cut off, and only two big holes were left for the ears.

His master ended his life like a madman in a cruel way.

At that time, he hid under the Buddhist altar, shivering, clenching his teeth, holding his breath, and not daring to make the slightest sound.

He spent a long, long time with the corpse.

It lasted so long that the blood dried up into black stains, so long that the flesh and blood tissue rotted, so long that the master's bones turned yellow, and the whole house stunk.

One day? Three days? A week? Or longer?

He stayed under the Buddha altar and didn't dare to go out.