The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Facing Sun Chengyi's threat, the middle-aged monk was very calm, and smiled slightly: "This benefactor, this is my home, why should I move out?"

Sun Chengyi got angry, "You don't want to move, do you? Don't think we can't deal with you."

The middle-aged monk said calmly: "Our Buddhism has no competition with the world, so come if you want."

The black crew-neck shirt jumped out immediately and said, "Director Sun, what are you talking about with this smelly monk? Let's demolish their temple."

The young monk behind the middle-aged monk got anxious, stuck his head out and shouted: "You are not allowed to demolish our temple. Uncle Dong, don't let them demolish our temple."

The black T-shirt glared at the little monk, "Little monk, I'm going to demolish your temple, how about it?"

Seeing that the black T-shirt was so fierce, the little monk was so frightened that he hid behind Dong Shishu's back, not daring to lift his head.

The black crew-neck shirt asked Sun Chengyi proudly: "Director Sun, if you send a message, the brothers will demolish this ruined temple right now."

Sun Chengyi thought for a while, and said to the black T-shirt: "Wait a minute, I'll ask Uncle San for instructions and see what Uncle San thinks."

The black crew-neck shirt said: "Director Sun, then you should hurry up and ask Third Uncle."

Sun Chengyi nodded, took out his mobile phone and called third uncle on the spot.

After the third uncle answered the phone, Sun Chengzhi explained that the project was imminent, and the construction could not be done without demolishing the temple, so he asked the third uncle for an order.

The third uncle thought about it and agreed.

Sun Chengyi said triumphantly: "Third Uncle has spoken, tear it down!"

The black crew-neck shirts and the thugs were excited, and they were all gearing up, and they were about to swarm up and demolish Nanshan Temple.

Uncle Dong lowered his eyes, said "Amitabha", and then stepped forward to block the path of the thugs.

The black T-shirt stretched out his hand and was about to push Master Dong, cursing: "Go away, or I will beat you to death, you smelly monk."

Uncle Dong was unmoved, still standing in front of the thugs, with a look of compassion on his face.

The black crew-neck shirt yelled, "You're looking for death."

After speaking, the black crew-neck shirt squeezed his fist and hit Master Dong's bald head.

Uncle Dong made a sudden move, blocking the fist of the black T-shirt, and at the same time hit the black T-shirt with the palm of the other hand.

Don't look at the tall and burly man in the black T-shirt, being pushed like this by Mr. Dong, he was pushed more than two meters away and fell to the ground with his buttocks.

"Ouch, my ass hurts."

When the black T-shirt fell down, its buttocks were sitting on a small rock, and it hurt.

Sun Chengyi greeted the other thugs: "You all go together and clean up this stinky monk who doesn't know what to do."

Uncle Dong was scolded by others, but he didn't reply back. He still had a serious face, facing the thugs swarming up.

Ye Zhibing stood by the tree, saw this scene, and thought about whether to go forward to help Master Dong.

Uncle Dong pushed the black round neck shirt just now, which made Ye Zhibing feel that he still has some skills.

But there are too many of these thugs, I don't know if Uncle Dong can handle it.

Ye Zhibing thought about it for a while, and the battle at the gate of the temple suddenly changed the situation.

Uncle Dong didn't look kind and friendly, but he moved his hands like a tiger, punching with the left and kicking with the right.

But ten minutes later, only Sun Chengyi was left standing.

Although Sun Chengyi was still standing, his calf was shaking.

He didn't know why this monk was so fierce in fights. The thugs supported by the company also fought countless times, and they never suffered a disadvantage.

But today so many people beat one, but they all got down at once.

He finally understood a little why the third uncle was a little afraid of Nanshan Temple and was reluctant to order the demolition by brute force. It turned out that the family had two hands.

After Master Dong beat up the thugs, he took a few steps forward, approached Sun Chengyi, stared at his face, and said slowly, "Benefactor, do you still want to demolish our temple?"

Sun Chengyi shivered, "No, I can't."

Uncle Dong accepted it as soon as he saw it, and he didn't kill them all. He said to Sun Chengyi: "Since you don't want to demolish our ruined temple, please don't disturb our cleaning in the future."

Sun Chengyi nodded again and again, "Got it, got it, we won't come again."

Uncle Dong pronounced "Amitabha", turned around and walked into the temple, shouting to the young monk in the distance: "Let's go back, remember to close the door."

The little monk agreed, and suddenly saw something, and shouted: "Uncle Dong, pay attention to what's behind you."

Uncle Dong suddenly understood something, and hurriedly lowered his body, trying to avoid the sneak attack.

But Sun Chengyi was very insidious, he pretended to promise not to harass Nanshan Temple just now, but when Master Dong turned around, he took out a hidden homemade pistol.

"boom"!
Uncle Dong was overwhelmed by Sun Chengyi. Although he had reacted fast enough, he still didn't dodge the bullet.

He was knocked down by the impact of the bullet, and fell forward on the ground. A large pool of blood oozed out of the monk's robe on his shoulder, which was shocking.

Sun Chengyi laughed loudly, "Smelly monk, do you think Nanshan Mining is easy to deal with? No matter how good your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives. I will send you to see the Buddha today, haha."

As he said that, Sun Chengyi raised his homemade pistol, squinted one eye, aimed at Master Dong's back, as if looking for the location of the heart, and killed him with one shot.

The thugs seemed to have taken the Rejuvenation Pill, and all of them regained their spirits, got up and laughed.

They felt that Sun Chengyi had avenged them, and it was really refreshing, and they didn't feel any pain anymore.

The little monk was frightened and shouted: "Don't kill my uncle, don't kill my uncle."

Sun Chengyi raised his gun, smiled and said to the little monk, "Little guy, if you don't want to die, go back and tell your master, get out of here quickly."

The little monk was at a loss, and murmured: "Don't kill my uncle, don't kill him."

Sun Chengyi smiled and said to the thugs: "Look, I asked you to practice guns, but if you don't practice, you will suffer today, right?"

The black crew-neck shirt said aggrievedly: "Director Sun, we don't have guns."

Sun Cheng smiled triumphantly and said, "Stop talking, Third Uncle will arrange it."

The black crew-neck shirt nodded quickly. He also saw the power of the gun, and assured Director Sun: "Director Sun, when we have a gun, we will practice it well. Whoever dares to provoke the third uncle in the future, we will shoot one by one, and we will collapse." killed him."

All the thugs laughed, with the arrogance of a villain.

After everyone finished laughing, Sun Chengyi pointed his gun at Master Dong's back again, and said viciously: "Now send this smelly monk to the Buddha, and then demolish this ruined temple."

At this critical moment, Ye Zhibing came out and yelled at Sun Chengyi: "Sun Chengyi, do you know that if you kill someone, you will pay with your life?"

Sun Chengyi turned his head and looked, startled, "It's you!"