Huiming, don’t be rude, and he quickly retreated from the monk Huikong said without any haste.

Senior brother, the old Taoist monk Tai Huiming, pointed at the saying that he was about to say something again, but at this time, Master Huikong glanced at him sideways. Huiming didn't dare to say anything anymore, pulled his head and retreated behind Monk Huikong, still looking very dissatisfied.

Master Huikong

A very weak voice came from afar. Huikong turned his head to look, but saw Lao Liu's head lying on the ground, and the blood gushing out of his mouth wet his chest. It was obvious that he was seriously injured. However, Lao Liu's head's expression was delighted. He didn't expect that the savior would come so quickly. If they came later, he and Wu Feng would be killed by the masked old Taoist.

Junior Brother Huicong, you and Master Chanxin will help the two injured donors on the ground. Monk Huikong said politely to a thin monk behind him.

The thin monk's eyebrows were also gray, but he had no beard. Although he was thin, his eyes were dark and bright, like a pool of secluded water, and he looked very wise. The great monk named Huicong only had a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and there was nothing else. He respectfully bowed to Master Huikong, and then took the young monk named Chanxin to Lao Liutou and Wu Feng respectively.

Just when the two of them walked to Wu Feng and Lao Liu, before their hands touched their bodies, the masked old Taoist spoke gloomy: Wait, these two people are my enemies, and they must be killed today. No matter which temple monk you are, if you help them today, you will be enemies with me, and there is only one fate, that is death

You are so arrogant, do you think I will be afraid of you?

Seeing that the masked old Taoist was so arrogant, he had been standing behind Master Huikong and staring at the masked old Taoist, Monk Huiming finally couldn't help it and wanted to argue with it in a rough voice. Master Huikong turned his head and looked at Huiming again. Huiming shook his sleeves, his face turned red with anger, and swallowed the words behind him back to his stomach.

Master Huikong turned around, his face was still calm, and he said slowly: This Taoist priest, I don’t know what blood hatred these two donors have with you, you insist on killing them.

This sentence stopped the masked old Taoist. He pondered for a while, but couldn't say a word. Finally, he shook his Taoist robe and said impatiently: Don't worry about this, anyway, we have a grudge, and they must die today. I would like to advise you, you'd better not care about the affairs between us, so as not to get bloody.

Master Huikong of Amitabha Buddha proclaimed the Buddha's name again and continued: God has the virtue of being a good person. Taoist practices Taoism. I am a Buddhist disciple. Speaking of which, we are all monks. Monks should be compassionate and do less sins to kill, so as not to be contaminated with too many causes and effects. It is also of great benefit to Taoist priests. I don't think you have any deep hatred for blood. It is better for me to be a peacemaker. I also ask Taoist priests to show mercy and spare them both of them.
Chapter completed!