At the beginning, my sloppy master gave me three marriage certificates.

"It seems that the donor has fallen into too deep a trap. It is better to let the poor monk come to save you."

The monk suddenly struck out with his palm.

His hands turned out to be like stretchable rubber bands.

He was in front of Jiang Han in an instant, and he was about to hit Jiang Han's chest with a palm!

Jiang Han was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to be so fast.

He punched out.

The moment the fist touched, there was an explosion.

The air was scattered in all directions by the aftermath of the explosion.

Jiang Han and the middle-aged monk were both stunned.

Jiang Han didn't expect that this person turned out to be a fifth-level innate warrior.

The middle-aged monk did not expect that Jiang Han, so young, could actually receive a palm with seven powers from him.

"Arhat Palm!"

The middle-aged monk said and clapped his left palm instantly.

This time, his palm instantly became several times larger, like a wide millstone.

He pressed towards Jiang Han with great momentum.

Jiang Han could feel from the momentum of the opponent's palm that its power was many times stronger than the previous palm!

He didn't use the knife, he still clenched his fist with his right hand and punched out with a bang.

A thin layer of white mist actually rose outside this punch.

Like a sharp sword flying through the winter, it struck hard at the opponent's giant palm.

boom!

There was a muffled sound.

The entire air was exploded by the energy of the collision between the two fists and rapidly expanded to the surroundings.

The windows shook violently.

Dust scattered from the ceiling of the hotel.

The giant palm struck by the monk actually disappeared under the collision of Jiang Han's seemingly weak fist.

The middle-aged monk took back his left hand.

He looked up and saw a clear fist mark on his palm.

He could clearly feel the burning pain in his palms.

He couldn't help but glance at Jiang Han with a downcast look.

"That's right! That's right! No wonder you have so many evil obstacles. It turns out that you have something to rely on, so let the poor monk break your reliance!"

I saw him slowly sitting down.

Cross your legs and slowly remove a rosary from your neck.

The rosary miraculously floated in the air.

Then he began to chant a spell.

As he whispered silently.

The beads in front of him actually expanded little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It didn't stop until it expanded to the size of a walnut.

Immediately, the monk began to play with his ten fingers like playing a harp.

Several phantoms of the Buddha were speeding directly towards Jiang Han.

Jiang Han didn't expect that the other party had such means, so he turned sideways and hid.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Seeing Jiang Han dodge his first attack, the projection speed of the Buddhist beads behind him immediately accelerated.

It seems like one is faster than the other!

Although the Buddha looked like a phantom, when he reached the wall of the hotel, he saw black holes as big as fists appearing on the wall.

It looks spooky!

If you are hit in the body by it, you will definitely die on the spot.

Jiang Han was like the beating notes on a piano, jumping up and down, flashing left and right.

Constantly avoiding the opponent's attacks.

After a few breaths, the monk finally stopped attacking.

Jiang Han drew his sword and slashed.

But the monk suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, reached out to grab the string of beads, and threw them towards his body.

At this time, the string of Buddhist beads glowed with golden light.

It seems to have the ability to travel through time and space.

Jiang Han looked at its shadow and wanted to dodge, but he never thought that the Buddhist beads were already tightly wrapped around his body.

He was not given any chance to predict at all.

Seeing the Buddhist beads entangled with Jiang Han, the middle-aged monk immediately began to recite a mantra silently.

Suddenly the sound of silent chanting filled the whole room.

Jiang Han only felt that the string of beads was shrinking little by little.

Tie his arms and body tightly.

He was trying to mobilize the true energy in his Dantian to fight against it.

But he found that his Dantian seemed to be imprisoned by something at this time, and he completely lost contact with him!

He couldn't mobilize his true energy.

Jiang Han's face became extremely ugly.

"Heh! Heh! Heh!"

"Boy, I'm afraid you don't know, right? My Buddha beads are the trapped dragon beads that my master has practiced for hundreds of years and used his whole life to create. They are specially designed to conquer sinful obstacles like yours. You'd better save your energy and just surrender!"

The middle-aged monk stopped reciting the incantation silently and slowly stood up.

He walked towards Jiang Han with a cheerful face.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please."

Jiang Han stared at the other party coldly and said.

"Haha! I am a Buddhist who is compassionate, how can a poor monk have murderous intentions towards you? I just want to capture you and hand you over to others. As the saying goes, to untie a bell, you still need to tie the bell. Man, you killed so many people on the other side, it’s time to atone for your crimes."

After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he turned towards the door and whispered softly: "Why don't you come over quickly and take those two women and this evil obstacle away together."

"Okay, Master!"

Suddenly three young monks appeared at the door.

Two of the three people supported Tang Wan and Fang Xiaojia, while one of the tall monks escorted Jiang Han out of the guest room and towards the elevator.

Several people took the elevator to the first floor of the hotel.

Got into two cars respectively.

The two cars took them out of the basement.

Jiang Han was not familiar with the geography of Magic City.

I can only watch the street scene outside the window constantly changing.

The car drove for about half an hour.

We stopped in front of a quaint old house.

This residence is completely in Xia style.

Although it looks a bit old, there is a unique sense of heaviness and vicissitudes in a modern city with many high-rise buildings like Shanghai.

And this feeling is what these heirloom families are proud of.

Looking at the old buildings in front of him, Jiang Han remembered the mansions of the four major families in Weicheng.

He knew that the owner of this house might have an unusual identity.

After the car stopped, the three monks escorted Jiang Han and his party towards the old house.

When they came to the gate, the two guards immediately bowed and saluted when they saw the great monk: "Master Kang is here, please come inside. Our master has been waiting inside for a long time."

The middle-aged monk nodded slightly.

Lifting up his robe, he raised his legs and stepped into the door of the old house.

Everyone followed.

Passing through the front yard, the group came to the front hall.

This hall is extremely spacious and can accommodate hundreds of people gathering at the same time.

Various precious mahogany furniture are placed in the hall.

Surrounded by rare and rare plants, calligraphy, painting and antiques are all available.

Jiang Han was dazzled when he saw him!

In front is a Liufu screen carved with golden nanmu and decorated with rich flowers.

A middle-aged man with a serious expression was sitting there.

On the right side of the middle-aged man, there was an old man with gray hair and a childlike face sitting, his eyes slightly narrowed.

He looks like a master from this world.

The middle-aged man came in as soon as he saw the great monk.

He immediately stood up and saluted: "Master Kang, I'm done."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Zhong? Your family and I are sworn friends. This trivial matter is not worth mentioning!"

"Come! Bring them over and hand them over to Master Zhong."

The great monk waved his hand as he spoke.

The three disciples behind him immediately pushed Jiang Han and the others forward.

"That's right, this guy is the one who killed my Ming'er!"

The moment the middle-aged man saw Jiang Han, his eyes immediately turned blood red.