Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

"Master Hua," Song Songming already knew Monk Hua from Song Ziqiao's phone call, "I wonder why my son offended Master Hua?"

Monk Hua did not speak, but looked at Li Muchen.

Li Muchen said coldly: "What did he do? Ask him yourself. I gave him half an hour to ask for help. Now the time is almost up. If you give me a reason not to kill him, if you can't give it, I will take action." "

Only then did Song Songming realize that the young man sitting on the sofa was the protagonist.

"I wonder which young master of the Qian family is this?"

Song Songming, the flower-watching monk, was very respectful to Li Muchen, so he naturally regarded Li Muchen as a member of the Qian family.

He felt a little relieved. Since the other party asked him to give a reason not to kill, it meant that he could make conditions.

Moreover, the Qian family has always been known as a refined gentleman. Except for the notoriously difficult Miss Qian, everyone else is reasonable and easy to talk to.

"His surname is not Qian, he is a friend of our Miss Qian." Monk Hua explained helpfully.

Song Songming let out a sigh of relief. It turned out that it was because of Miss Qian's prestige that it would be easier if she was not from the Qian family.

"Just tell me how much money you want." Song Songming said.

Li Muchen looked at him coldly: "This reason is not valid. There is not much time left. If you can't give a reason or no one else comes to save your son, I will kill him."

"Ten million!" Song Songming said.

Li Muchen glanced at the clock on the wall: "There are still three minutes."

"Fifty million!" Song Songming enlarged his voice. He felt that fifty million was enough to tempt such a young man.

"Two minutes left."

"One hundred million, how about it?"

Li Muchen remained silent and ignored him.

Song Songming frowned. If he wasn't afraid of Monk Hua, he wouldn't want to talk to such an arrogant young man.

"Two hundred million!"

"Young man, don't go too far. Don't think that I dare not touch you."

"There's one more minute left," Li Muchen said.

"Hmph, you forced me to do this."

Song Songming said this to Monk Hua.

He took a step back, and the two bodyguards who followed him stood up, each holding a pistol in their hands.

Monk Hua couldn't help but frown.

Someone actually dared to draw a gun in front of him. This kind of thing had not happened for a long time.

He could easily deal with the two gunmen at such a close distance.

But Song Songming brought a total of six bodyguards, and the other ones surrounded Song Songming and Song Ziqiao. Their hands were in their pockets, and they obviously also carried guns.

Monk Hua was not sure he could kill six gunmen at once.

He glanced at Li Muchen. If Li Muchen cooperated with him, they should be able to do it together.

But Li Muchen was sitting on the sofa, indifferent, just staring at the clock on the wall.

Monk Hua was secretly surprised. Is he not even afraid of bullets?

With the gun, Song Ziqiao, who had been scared to tears just now, became bolder and returned to his true nature as a bully and playboy.

"Hahahaha, brat, I'm calling you crazy! No matter how good your kung fu is, can you be more powerful than bullets? If you want to kill me, you will have to kill me in the next life! Hahaha..."

Li Muchen finally withdrew his gaze from the clock on the wall and said, "I originally thought that a rich kid like you would be able to call some more powerful friends over, such as the young master of the Yuan family, but it seems that I am the best I underestimated you. When the time comes, you can all go and die."

"You brat, why are you so crazy? I'm going to make you kneel down and drink my urine!"

Song Ziqiao screamed wildly.

After all, Song Songming was an old Jianghu. He saw something was wrong and ordered his men: "Shoot and kill them. I will be responsible."

However, when the bodyguard fired, Li Muchen also took action.

The gunshot rang out and the bullet was fired.

Li Muchen raised his hand.

Thin lines of light appeared in the air, like lightning or like glowing vines, spreading in the air.

In the entire room, time seemed to have stopped, the space had solidified, and even the bullets stayed in mid-air.

Only the light continued to spread, wrapping around people.

Song Songming and the people he brought with him, as well as Song Ziqiao's men, were all caught in the light.

Monk Hua found that apart from consciousness, he had no consciousness and could not move at all.

He saw Li Muchen stand up, walk to the center of the room, gently hold the bullet stuck there with his hand, and discard it in the trash can nearby.

Then, Li Muchen stretched out his palm and shook it gently.

Those lines of light shrank suddenly.

With a bang, the person entangled in the light was instantly wiped out.

Space lights up and disappears, and the feeling of time stagnating disappears again.

Everything is back to normal.

Song Ziqiao, who had just arrogantly clamored that Li Muchen would be worse off than dead, was dumbfounded.

In the blink of an eye, his father Song Songming disappeared, and Song Songming's men and his men were also gone.

Now, he was alone.

Li Muchen turned back to Mashan and said, "Brother Mashan, this person is for you."

Mashan nodded, picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table, and the strong murderous intention that had been suppressed for a long time poured out of his eyes.

……

Monk Hua wanted to lend his knife to Mashan.

Because the fruit knife was too blunt, if he had used his sharp knife, Song Ziqiao might have died faster and with less pain.

Of course, Monk Hua would not pity people like Song Ziqiao.

He is still immersed in the shock of Li Muchen's murder just now.

After experiencing this day, Monk Hua felt that the first half of his life had been in vain.

Before, he had a strong impulse to become Li Muchen's disciple and to give up Qian Xintong to Li Muchen.

But now, Monk Hua feels that he is not worthy, and maybe Qian Xintong is not worthy either.

Although it was difficult to admit these two points, it was more uncomfortable than killing him, but he still had to admit it.

Monk Hua suddenly understood a lot of things. After bidding farewell to Li Muchen, he did not go back to Qian's house to find Qian Xintong. Instead, he went to Tianzhu Temple, knelt in front of Master Zhiren, confessed the past, and determined to convert to Buddhism from now on.

Seeing his sincerity, Zhiren accepted him as his disciple and gave him the Buddhist title "Wuhua".

From then on, Qiantang lost a flower monk and gained a flowerless monk.

……

Li Muchen didn't know that he had inadvertently enlightened Monk Hua.

After leaving Lan Mansion, he and Ma Shan sent Zhang Yanyan home.

Zhang Yanyan's soul needs to be comforted. Li Muchen can't help with this, so he can only leave it to Mashan.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Li Muchen rushed to Yuan's house.

It's time to teach the Yuan family a lesson.

We must let them know that if they continue to make small moves behind the scenes, they will not even have the chance to fight head-on in the mall.