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Chapter 561 - 237: Violating Precepts

Chapter 561: Chapter 237: Violating Precepts

Outside the Buddhist hall, someone was approaching quickly, and Li Changhe’s gunshots had echoed throughout Rain Village. Everyone was alarmed.

A dozen young men and women had already surrounded the Buddhist hall, simultaneously, they smelled the strong scent of blood coming from inside.

In their uncertainty, they planned to forcefully enter the Buddhist hall.

"Master, are you okay?" someone shouted from outside the hall.

"I’m fine. Go help Lin Hu." A gentle voice murmured from inside, "Don’t come near here."

The youth hesitated, but the Master’s voice was heard once more. "Go quickly. Lin Hu and his group won’t last much longer."

"Yes!"

The viscous blood at their feet slowly seeped into the ground, and the old monk silently stared at the body of the masked woman.

With a deep sigh, he sounded like a crow perched beside a grave.

"Why make an old monk break his word?" The monk stepped over the puddles of blood towards Li Changhe, his Six-Ring Cane touched the ground.

Li Changhe didn’t stand up and kept sitting on his cushion.

Meanwhile, the candlelight in the room flickered, causing ripples to form in the teacup in front of him.

The masked woman believed that with the old monk around, she could receive protection and wouldn’t have to worry about the wrath of vengeful ghosts. She might even gain some magical power.

Up until her death, she never suspected that her killer was the boy who had also been haunted by the same fierce ghost.

After all, Li Changhe’s disguise was a convincing portrayal of a man haunted by evil spirits.

It was indeed laughable. She dared to confess everything in front of Li Changhe and Yun Ting.

And both of them were here for revenge; they didn’t mind helping the poor girl who had a similar experience by doing her a small favour.

Even if Li Changhe didn’t make a move, Yun Ting would strangle the woman herself.

Jealousy, framing, betrayal. These were her inviolable lines; she would never allow this woman to walk away alive.

Li Changhe, had only struck first.

"Even for a person like that, you intended to save?" Li Changhe asked calmly, "Even if she deserved a thousand deaths?"

"All beings have karma and destiny. Since she received the black umbrella and came here, it represents that she is not destined to die." The old monk showed compassion, "Benefactor, saving people is a great merit, why sin by killing for the sake of evil spirits? Whether it’s Luo Qiao or the woman, yes, they may have made mistakes but..."

Due to the extinguishing candlelight in the Buddhist hall, the room gradually darkened. The solemn and majestic Buddha statue seemed increasingly ghastly.

"Shut your filthy mouth!" Li Changhe stood up, interrupting the false words of the monk. His body emitted a ripple of space distortion, casting a green flame that illuminated the hall like a ghost eel.

He put on the Great Wall Mountain Script Armor and the Azure Flame mask.

"Destiny? I bet those who died at the hands of Liu Yan wouldn’t think so. They paid the price for what they’d done! This is their fate. Don’t think of using your methods to let them escape. Whether it’s her, or Luo Qiao, this is the destiny they deserve!" An ear-piercing sound echoed from the Azure Flame mask, Li Changhe looked at the old monk with emotionless eyes.

Liu Yan was another man whose life was changed by the Master, from a pitiful individual confined to wheelchair, he had become a gym trainer.

This seemed good, but what did he do?

Was this the fate of his victims? Fuck destiny!

Fine, such hypocritical words were useless to Li Changhe.

Whether it was destiny or life-changing.

It didn’t matter to him; what he wanted was to kill those who deserved it.

If Luo Qiao wasn’t in the village, then he would find out from the informed parties!

"Benefactor, I faintly sense an artifact of Buddhism on you." The old monk slowly approached Li Changhe, with each step he took, the ground slightly trembled.

And then, he was right in front of Li Changhe, within one meter of distance. The priest dressed in black showed a fearful expression under such circumstances the night before.

"An artifact of Buddhism?" Li Changhe glanced at the Shell Leaf Sutra Box tucked into his jacket and chuckled, "Yes, indeed, I did receive help from a skilled Buddhist monk. Even, for a while, became a Buddhist Transcendent."

"Transitory Transcendent? Then you should know, I am a Buddhist Transcendent. Fighting against me at this distance is unwise." With a touch on the ground from his Six-Ring Cane, cracks started to emerge.

"Buddhist Transcendent?" A harsh laugh echoed from the Azure Flame mask. "Quit pretending. You closed the temple doors and chased away the onlookers to hide your true self, didn’t you?"

He had engaged in the same behavior during the fight with the priest in black the night before.

Right now, while facing off against Li Changhe, he dismissed the onlookers as well.

It was in order to hide something that would be revealed during the fight.

It was the thing he resisted, was remorseful about, and kept from public knowledge.

The task that Li Changhe and He Feng set in motion was called "Rain Village Penitent," and the old man standing in front of him now was the so-called penitent.

The old monk still maintained a composed demeanor, although his gaze grew increasingly terrifying, similar to that of a viper choosing its prey. The whiskers of his beard flowed in a nonexistent wind, it appeared as if he was about to attack Li Changhe.

However, a strong pressure descended from above.

The old monk went pale, the ground underneath his feet cracked instantly, it was Li Changhe’s attack, the Pressure Throne!

As his skills leveled up, this was turning into Li Changhe’s most effective control skill.

Narrowing the range to three meters, any target within it would be subjected to nearly ten times their own weight.

Even if it was Xiang Wu, with the highest Defense Force within the General Mountain, it wouldn’t last long.

At this moment, it was commendable for the master to even stay standing, but... that wasn’t all.

As Li Changhe clenched his fists, the realm of pressure narrowed again: two meters, then one meter!

The master was forced to kneel, then his legs sank into the ground. The stone slabs beneath him could not withstand the immense pressure, they shattered like a spider web. He continued sinking as if he was being dragged into an abyss.

Li Changhe looked down at the sinking figure and as his attack took effect, the master’s body began to exhibit certain inhuman transformations.

With a huff, Li Changhe aimed his weapon at the master’s skull, "So that’s what you truly look like... Fine, tell me now, where exactly is Luo Qiao?"

From the pit below, a pair of blood red eyes lit up.

"Blood... Flesh..."

His voice was hoarse and bloodthirsty. His deformed hands were clutching the rim of the pit like a demon from hell, attempting to crawl out of the abyss.

This was... the Master of Confession.

Several decades ago, a monk got lost in the deep mountains.

Fortunately, after his food was exhausted, he encountered a child from a nearby mountain village and should have left the forest with the child.

Unfortunately, a blizzard arrived suddenly, trapping both of them in the mountains.

A few days later, only the starving monk emerged from the mountain forest.

He broke the precept of not killing, he also broke the precept of not eating meat.

From that moment, he turned into a demon.

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