Konoha No Susa

"Wow"

While still in the air, he couldn't help but spat out a mouthful of blood, as if he had been hit hard on the ground, and couldn't stand up for a while.

Di Lu maintained King Ming's image, walked up to this former uncle, and said exactly the same words: "Go on the road with peace of mind, the evil deeds you have done, I will slowly repay you."

The big bald head wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, knowing that his life was going to die.

"I don't agree. How did you comprehend King Angry Eyes? I have studied hard for half my life, but I still can't do it. How did you do it?"

Although it was a good choice to let him go with regrets, Di Lu did not do so, and patiently answered the dying man's questions.

"Wrathful King Ming is the final form of the talents of our Huozhisi fairy clan. Only with kind thoughts in our hearts, even if we know that we are in darkness, we must try our best to create light, can we be enlightened."

"As for you, Uncle Master, you have a wicked mind in the temple and smeared the Temple of Fire. How could you possibly understand "keeping kind thoughts, practicing good deeds, and forming good karma"?"

After Di Lu finished speaking, the big bald man on the ground let out his last breath, and the half-lived drunken monk, in the hands of his fellow nephew, drew the curtain and ended his sinful life.

Di Lu chanted a Buddhist name softly, put away the "talent of the fairy clan", his face was abnormally pale, his body was seriously overdrawn, and he sat directly next to the big bald head.

The breeze in the distance could clearly see that the palm directly smashed the internal organs of the big bald head. In a word, the gods are hard to save, unless someone who is proficient in Yang Dun can save his life.

The civil war in the Temple of Fire has come to an end. The level of destruction is indeed much more exciting, and Lu Lu's mission has also been successfully completed. Qingfeng, who has been reaping the benefits of a fisherman, has finally come to the front.

Don't ask why, just ask for money.

"Little monk, is this corpse still useful to you?"

Di Lu glanced at Qingfeng, and sure enough, he did a good job of not intervening in the battle, but after it was over, there were 1000 million taels lying on the ground, so he definitely wouldn't give up easily.

"The little monk is going to take his body back to the Temple of Fire."

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Chapter 130 It's up to you

Hearing that Lu Lu still wanted to recover the body of the big bald head.

It can only be said that the layout is small, will Qingfeng really give up for two sentences?

If you lose your friends, you can find them again. If you miss 1000 million taels, then you really don’t have them. Besides, Di Lu has seen his true colors. It’s already very conscientious not to kill him while he’s weak.

"Do you have a storage scroll? It's the kind that holds corpses."

Lu Lu is recovering Chakra as soon as possible, but unfortunately, he is a little overdrawn, and he will not be able to recover in a short while.

"No, but don't you have the benefactor? Can you borrow it from the little monk?"

But it's just a friendship over a meal, and it's the friendship between two rabbit legs and a big white steamed bun. The little bald Di Lu is not only innocent but also acquainted.

"I only have one and I use it again, so I can't lend it to you."

The little bald head chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice: "There is no other way, I can only carry it back by the little monk. It is estimated that I will be able to return to the Temple of Fire in two days."

Good guy, Qingfeng called him a good guy, this little bald guy really doesn't get in, and he doesn't follow Qingfeng's guidance to play cards at all. Sure enough, there is a reason why the monk has no hair, all of them have iron hair.

"Why not, how about I keep it for you for a while? I will personally send it to the Temple of Fire next time I have a chance."

This is simply coaxing Di Lu like a child, and Di Lu will not be fooled at all. He is 100% sure in his heart that the masked man in front of him will definitely exchange his uncle for money.

"No need, thank you for the kindness of the meal, I will definitely repay you when I have the opportunity, the things here are over, why don't we just say goodbye?"

Clearly it was Qingfeng who came first, but this Lu Lu turned his back on the guests and sent them off directly. Qingfeng couldn't take it anymore and didn't want to continue talking nonsense.

In front of the young monk, he grabbed the big monk on the ground and retreated.

Lu Lu took a short breath and stood up directly.

"Sir, what do you mean?"

"You see, that's what I mean, and I would like to advise you, don't meddle in your own business."

Qingfeng no longer intends to continue pretending, and the serious thing is to be safe.

"Come to welcome Thousand Hands Kill"

Behind the little monk, Avalokitesvara with Thousand Hands appeared again.

Qingfeng also drew his samurai sword, as long as this land dared to make a move, Qingfeng didn't mind teaching him a little bit, is it interesting for a dead person to fight like this?

The two sides were a little bit tense, and the stalemate came to an end, and neither of them took the lead.

"Isn't he already a traitor to the Temple of Fire? Why do you have to take him back? This kind of person should never let him step into the Temple of Fire, even if it is a corpse."

"There must be something wrong with your master's statement. His original words should have been slaughtered and fed to the dogs. How could he allow this kind of scum to return to the temple?"

Lu Lu's body wobbled, but oil and salt did not enter.

It is really a headache to encounter such a stubborn monk.

"I'm afraid of you. My bottom line is that one person is half, and the head must belong to me. Whether you agree or not, it's up to you. This is the final result."

"Anyway, your body is already like this now, and it's hard to walk."

Qingfeng raised the knife without hesitation, and threw the body he was holding in front of the little bald head.

The "Farewell" in Di Lu's mouth was already too late, without Qingfeng's sharpness, it couldn't stop things from happening.

He conveniently sealed the head worth 1000 taels on the ground in the storage scroll.