The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

The man with a pointed chin and monkey face threatened, pulled out a steel pipe from his waist, weighed it in his hand, and made a buzzing sound.

Xiu Yuan sighed softly, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, as if he was looking at two children who had gone astray.

"The sea of ​​suffering has no end, but when you turn back, you will reach the shore."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Huangmao interrupted him impatiently, a fierce glint in his eyes. "If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink a penalty!"

He brandished a dagger and pounced towards Xiu Yuan with ferocious movements, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

The man with a pointed chin and monkey-like face also followed closely with a grin, waving a steel pipe, wanting to attack Xiuyuan with two methods.

Xiu Yuan's eyes flashed, and he moved his body slightly, easily avoiding the dagger stabbed by Huang Mao.

"Snapped!"

He raised his hand and accurately grasped the yellow-haired man's wrist, holding him tightly like an iron clamp.

He twisted slightly.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of broken bones echoed in the silent construction site, extremely harsh, like the death knell.

The yellow-haired man screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang". His face turned pale instantly, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

In Huangmao's eyes, Xiuyuan's hands were as strong as steel. The moment Xiuyuan grabbed his wrist, it felt like it was clamped by a hydraulic press.

He clearly felt that his wrist was twisted at a strange angle, and the white bone fragments pierced his skin, exposed to the air, and bleeding.

The man with a pointed chin and monkey face was so frightened when he saw this that his whole body trembled and the steel pipe in his hand almost fell out of his hand. His legs felt like they were filled with lead and he could no longer move even a step.

In his eyes, Xiu Yuan was like a ghost, subduing his companions in an instant. His quick and decisive movements were just like those of a martial arts master in a movie.

Xiu Yuan slapped the pointed-faced man in the chest with his backhand.

"boom!"

A dull crash was heard, and the pointed-faced man flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

He fell heavily to the ground, and with a "wow" sound, he spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments, which was shocking to see.

He struggled to get up, but he felt weak all over, as if he was falling apart.

Xiu Yuan slowly walked up to him and looked down at him condescendingly, like a god looking down at an ant.

"Now, can we turn back?"

His voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority, like a judge trying a sinner.

The man with a pointed chin and monkey-like face had fear in his eyes and kept shaking his head like a rattle.

"Master, please spare us! We are only following orders!"

He begged for mercy in a trembling voice, like a frightened mouse.

"By whose order?"

Xiu Yuan asked, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he could see through his soul.

"Yes...it's our president, Inugami!" The man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks trembled as he said a name, as if he had revealed a secret.

"Take me to see him." Xiu Yuan ordered, his tone leaving no room for questioning.

"To eradicate all evil is to be merciful."

In fact, Xiuyuanxiang was coming in a big way. How much money could these two thugs have? Only by destroying the society behind them could we make more!

The two of them secretly cursed Xiu Yuan for meddling in their affairs and said he was simply stupid, but they did not dare to disobey and could only swallow their anger.

They supported each other and limped back to the car like two stray dogs.

"Master... please sit down." The man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks endured the severe pain in his chest and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Drive." Xiu Yuan said lightly, without any emotion in his voice.

The van started again and drove to the other end of the city like a ghost escaping from hell.

The atmosphere in the car was depressing. Neither of them dared to breathe, for fear of angering Xiu Yuan and getting beaten up again.

Xiuyuan closed his eyes and rested, but he was thinking in his heart.

"Inukai... this name seems familiar."

The car stopped in front of a dilapidated building. A sign with the words "Inugami Group" hung on the door, but it was crooked and looked like it would fall off at any time.

"Master, we're here..." The man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks had a trembling voice, like the hum of a mosquito.

Xiuyuan opened his eyes and got out of the car.

"Someone is knocking on the door! President, help!" The yellow-haired man suddenly shouted, his voice shrill, as if his parents had died.

The man with a pointed chin and monkey-like face also started howling, his voice hoarse, like a duck with its neck strangled.

"Crash!"

More than twenty thugs armed with sticks suddenly rushed out of the dilapidated building. Each of them looked ferocious and looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

They surrounded Xiuyuan, making it impossible for him to get out.

"Boy, you dare to cause trouble in our Inugami Group? Are you tired of living?"

A bald, burly man walked out of the crowd and stared at Xiu Yuan fiercely, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

Chapter 5: With the blessing of Dharma, let’s try it out!

Xiu Yuan's expression did not change at all when facing the group of ferocious gangsters in front of him.

He clasped his hands together, performed a standard Buddhist salute slowly, and uttered the Buddhist mantra: "Amitabha."

His voice was steady, with a hint of otherworldly calmness, which seemed out of place in this tense atmosphere.

"I am a poor monk who is cultivating alms and passing by here. I see that the foreheads of all the donors are black and they are entangled in karma, so I come here to beg for alms.

Xiuyuan spoke in a calm tone, as if he were really a wandering monk begging for food from the faithful.

His Dharma eyes were open, and the black aura surrounding these people was so thick that it almost condensed into substance. It was the color of sin and proof of killing.

Xiu Yuan had no sympathy for these people, only cold murderous intent.

The gangsters were stunned at first, and then burst into laughter, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Begging for alms? Hahahaha!"

"Is this monk crazy?"

"Who does he think he is? A living Buddha descended to earth?"

Laughter, insults, and foul language flooded towards Xiu Yuan like a tide, as if to drown him completely.

The president of the Inukai Group, the bald strong man, was laughing so hard that tears were almost coming out.

He pointed at Xiu Yuan and shouted arrogantly:

"Hey, you stinky monk, you're begging for alms on my head? I think you're tired of living!"

After saying that, he picked up a baseball bat beside him and swung it hard at Xiu Yuan's head without holding back at all. There was a whistling sound. If an ordinary person was hit by this bat, he would be seriously injured if not killed.

Facing this sudden attack, Xiu Yuan's eyes remained calm, without the slightest fluctuation.

He tilted his body slightly and dodged the powerful blow like a ghost. The baseball bat, with a strong wind, brushed past his monk's robe and missed.

The moment he dodged the attack, Xiuyuan took off his monk's robe and threw it high into the air.

Then he took a deep breath, and his chest puffed out like a powder keg about to explode.

He began to chant the six-syllable mantra:

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

Every syllable exploded in the air like thunder, making the eardrums buzz.

As the mantra was chanted, Xiuyuan's body began to undergo amazing changes.

The originally thin muscles expanded rapidly as if inflated, and the wiry muscle lines were like cast steel, full of explosive power.

His skin glowed with a faint golden glow, as if coated with a layer of gold foil, and his appearance was solemn and sacred and inviolable.

With the blessing of Buddha's power, the Vajra is indestructible!

"Go, kill him for me!" President Inukai was furious when he missed his target. He waved a baseball bat and ordered his men at the top of his voice.

More than twenty gangsters, waving sticks, steel pipes, and daggers in their hands, rushed towards Xiu Yuan like a tide.

Faced with the overwhelming attacks, Xiu Yuan's eyes fixed, like an angry Vajra, bursting out with astonishing momentum.

He kicked the ground hard, and the ground cracked instantly, with gravel flying everywhere. His body rushed into the crowd like an arrow.

boom!

Xiu Yuan punched a gangster in the chest. The gangster was like being hit by a speeding truck. His sternum collapsed instantly, blood spurted from his mouth, and he flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. He twitched a few times and then died.

Click!

Another thug swung a steel pipe and hit Xiuyuan on the head. Xiuyuan didn't even turn his head, but grabbed the steel pipe with his backhand, grasped it tightly like a pair of pliers, and snatched it away.

The steel pipe instantly bent into a twist shape, and Xiu Yuan kicked it out, hitting the gangster in the abdomen. The gangster screamed, arched his body like a cooked shrimp, fell to the ground, and wailed in pain.

Xiu Yuan was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, charging into the crowd wantonly, his fists and feet as fast as the wind, unstoppable.

Screams, the sound of breaking bones, and the collision of weapons intertwined into a symphony of death on the abandoned construction site.

Those gangsters were like paper in front of Xiu Yuan, and could not withstand a single blow. One by one they were beaten to the point of having their bones broken, blood and flesh flying everywhere. They fell to the ground wailing and screaming in agony. The scene was horrific.

In just a moment, the ground was filled with gangsters wailing and screaming, blood dyed the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Of the more than 20 people who were originally so aggressive, only a few were still standing. However, they were trembling all over, their faces were pale, and their eyes were full of fear. They no longer had the arrogance they had before.

Xiuyuan walked towards President Inukai step by step. Every step was like stepping on Inukai's heart, making him feel suffocated.

The baseball bat in Inukai's hand had already fallen to the ground. His body was shaking violently, and his facial features were almost squeezed together.

"Devil...devil...you are a devil..."

Inukai's voice was trembling and his teeth were chattering. He no longer had the arrogance he had before, but was replaced by endless fear.

His legs went weak and he could no longer support himself. He fell to his knees with a thud, his fat body like a deflated ball.

"Mercy... Master, please spare my life... I was blind and didn't recognize the true master, and I offended you... Please spare my life..."

Inukai was crying and begging with tears and snot. Where was the dignity of a gang leader?

Xiuyuan walked up to Inukai and looked down at him condescendingly with a dull look, without a trace of pity.

"Donor, can you give me alms now?"

Just when Inukai thought he was dead, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly pulled out a black pistol from his pocket, pointed the muzzle at Xiu Yuan's chest, and roared ferociously: "Go to hell, you stinky monk!"

boom!

Gunshots rang out, flames shot out, and bullets whizzed out, heading straight for Xiuyuan's heart.

Inukai showed a crazy smile on his face, as if he had already seen Xiuyuan being shot through the heart and falling to the ground dead.

However, the next moment, his smile froze, and the expression on his face froze instantly, as if he had been cast under a spell.

The bullet hit Xiu Yuan's chest, but it was like hitting a piece of indestructible steel, making a dull thud, and then fell weakly to the ground with a crisp metallic collision sound.

There was only a white mark left on Xiuyuan's monk robe, and his skin was not even scratched, let alone injured.

"This...this is impossible..."

Inukai widened his eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

Blocking bullets with your body? Is this still human?

Xiuyuan slowly raised his hand, grabbed Inugami's neck, and lifted him up like a chicken.

Inukai's fat body seemed so light in Xiuyuan's hands, and he had no power to resist.

The feeling of suffocation came like a tide, Inukai's face turned red, and he struggled desperately, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, it was useless.

Just when Inukai was about to suffocate to death, he suddenly took out something from his arms again as if he had grabbed the last straw.

It was a palm-sized demon statue, pitch black, with a hideous appearance, and emitting a disgusting evil aura.