After winning the male lead [Quick Transmigration]

But Chi Qishu didn't believe that under the merciful face of Ten Thousand Buddhas, there was still a compassionate monk.

The woman couldn't help crying, and suddenly knelt and crawled in front of the monk, holding the corner of the monk's white clothes with a pair of blood-stained hands, and looked up at the monk reverently.

"Master, you are an expert in the world, I can't live without my family, please save my family!"

The sound of the monk's chanting was interrupted, and he looked down at the woman kneeling at his feet, with a calm voice, "Donor, everything has a cause and effect, you can't force it."

After all, the monk called out Amitabha Buddha, expressing countless compassions.

So the people around began to persuade the woman, let her think about it a little bit, and quickly put the man in the ground first, but at this time the woman stopped doing it.

"My family's officials were obviously killed, why can't you see it? God, who will uphold justice? God, you don't have eyes!"

Chi Qishu looked at the crazy woman in front of him, his face was unbearable, and his heart was calm. At this moment, he found the monk looking over here.

Seeing this, the corner of Chi Qishu's mouth twitched, and he smiled back. The monk had already turned his head, and his voice was deep and low to save the dead.

And Chi Qishu clearly saw the hidden deep ridicule in the monk's eyes.

Finally, under the persuasion of everyone, the woman's dead husband was finally buried. The woman knelt beside the grave mound in despair, her lips fluttering and murmuring, "He is dead, how can I live..."

The monk let out a long sigh, and the compassion of Buddhism permeated his soul: "Almsgiver, please be patient."

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the onlookers gradually dispersed, and only the monk stayed behind. He twirled the prayer beads with a low voice, and the Buddha's name hovered in the sky, like the reincarnated living Buddha, surviving all kinds of misery in the world.

Chi Qishu had goose bumps all over his body.

The woman obviously felt more deeply than him. Gradually, she stopped crying and looked around anxiously. There was obviously nothing dangerous. Why did she feel like she was being targeted by a poisonous snake?

"Big, big master! You, can you, first... stop reading?"

The monk ignored him, and the beads in his hand entered the palm of his hand one by one under the twirling of his fingers. His expression was devout, neither sad nor happy.

"Big, master?" The woman was uneasy, maybe because she felt that the monk's side was safer, she actually leaned over and grabbed the corner of the monk's white clothes again.

All the people around had left, leaving only Chi Qishu, an unidentified demon healer, left.

Finally, the sound of the monk chanting the Buddha's name stopped, and he lowered his head, looking at the woman who was pulling the corner of his clothes, with a modest and compassionate smile on his mouth.

"donor?"

The woman kept looking around in fear, expressing her uneasiness clearly, but when she heard the master calling her, she was startled instead.

"Master?" The woman didn't notice, her voice became sharp at this moment.

The monk smiled benevolently, just like the Buddha, he glanced at the corner of his clothes being dragged by the woman, and slowly put the beads into his sleeve.

Chi Qishu tightened his hand holding the bell, and a clear voice came out, cutting the karma in front of him like a sharp knife!

The woman was startled, and subconsciously wanted to loosen the corner of the monk's clothes, but it was too late, a flash of sword light flashed, and her bloody arm fell to the ground!

The woman hadn't reacted yet, she still lowered her head to look at her severed hand in a daze.

Chi Qishu took a breath, and the monk pressed his soft sword against the woman's chin without any hesitation. With his smile restrained, he was like a real devil at this moment, and he no longer had the mercy of the previous second!

"Can't you live without a husband?"

This voice is evil and cruel. Even if the woman is stupid, she will find the danger at this time. She covers her severed hand and dare not cry out in pain. With tears in her eyes, she wants to shake her head, but she is afraid that the sword between her neck will cut her skin. , she experienced the fear of death.

Yu Moling was about to fly out of Chi Qishu's control, and he couldn't bear it, and he yelled, "Stop!"

The monk tilted his head, his deep eyes were displeased and cold, his wrist moved slightly, and with a light stroke, warm blood soared, staining the monk's white robe red.

Chi Qishu's heart moved at will, and the imperial magic bell was raised, and it suddenly enlarged in the air. Almost without thinking, he put his index finger and middle finger together, and reached up to Qingming, and the low sound of spells was densely spit out from his thin lips!

The monk flicked his wrist, and the blood drops from the sword. The woman covered her bleeding neck and fell down with her eyes wide open.

Until she died, she didn't have time to let out a scream.

"You want to meddle in your own business?" The monk's cold voice made people feel chills in their hearts.

Chi Qi ignored him and continued to chant the spell. The monk raised his head and glanced at the Yumoling that was spinning faster and faster above his head, his eyes flashed with displeasure, "Although your one body and two souls interest me, I don't like others Offend, boy, don't cross the line!"

Chi Qishu suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hands, and pointed at the monk, "Sacrifice!"

Yu Moling immediately covered him, and the monk jumped up and kicked, but Yu Moling only moved once, and then attacked him.

Looking at the resisting monk, Chi Qishu said coldly, "A monk who kills people like hemp, and kills people for no reason! Monk, I will not spare you!"

"Hehe," even though he resisted, the monk was still able to speak, "What do you mean by no reason? Didn't you hear that the woman wanted to die by herself."

"That's obviously a woman's sad words, how can you take it seriously!" It's simply unreasonable!

"Why not take it seriously?" came the monk's voice.

As soon as the words fell, the monk raised his sword and stabbed upwards, and a leaping movement actually jumped directly onto the Yumoling, maintaining the downward thrusting movement, pressing down with both hands, "Break!"

"not good!"

But it was too late for Chi Qishu to make amends at this time, his chest suffered severe injuries along with the monk's stabbing, his eyes went dark, and the magic bell, which had been broken by the spell, flew back to his waist.

Holding his chest and barely standing up, Chi Qishu took a deep breath, and the pain like needle pricks spread all over his body.

But the monk didn't attack, he stood coldly in front of Chi Qishu with a sword in his hand, his eyes were cold.

"I didn't kill you last time because I felt that you were interesting. I didn't expect you to come to seek death by yourself."

Chi Qishu coughed twice, coughing up the blood in his chest, and his complexion finally improved a lot.

"You also killed that woman's husband?" Chi Qishu had long suspected this.

Unexpectedly, the monk did not intend to hide it, or it can be said that he did not intend to hide it from Chi Qishu, "That's right."

"Why?" One is a commoner, and the other is a murderous demon. No matter how they look at it, they will not provoke this demon.

Who would have thought that the monk's answer would be so arrogant, "Is there a reason to kill someone?"

As he said that, the monk saw Chi Qishu lift up the Yumoling beyond his control, he was not in a hurry, and stood on the spot with a soft sword in his hand.

"Boy, you are not my opponent."