Xiaohu shook his head and replied quietly: "I just want to tell the monk about the compassion of Buddhism."

The monk was furious when he heard this, pointed at the fat man behind Xiaohu and cursed: "You want me to talk about mercy to a thief? You want to persuade the monk to sacrifice his life to feed the eagles, he is worse than a pig or a dog!"

Xiaohu shook his head, looked at the monk quietly and said, "Let's not talk about what this guy did. Monk, let me ask you where you are from?"

The monk who was about to go berserk waved the Zen staff in his hand and said: "I am from Dazhou, what do you want?"

Are you from the Zhou Dynasty, not a monk from the desert caves?

Xiaohu smiled faintly and asked again: "So the monk didn't come to see the grottoes outside Yuezhi City?"

The monk replied coldly: "There is only Dunhuang City in the desert right now, and there are no monthly branches... You don't have to have anything to do with me, I won't let this guy go!"

Xiaohu turned around and glanced at the fat man. He really couldn't understand why this guy insisted on provoking a monk from Dazhou who was unwilling to talk about mercy even though he was obviously inferior in skills.

The fat man glanced at Xiaohu and was shocked.

I looked at the monk very unwillingly and shouted: "Evil monk, you were the one who made the first move, okay?"

The monk was furious and roared: "The thief returns my treasure, otherwise I will send you to heaven with a stick!"

Xiaohu couldn't help but frown when he heard this, and looked back at Fatty. What does it mean...

The fat man was startled. He took out two copper bells from his arms and threw them out. He looked at Xiaohu and explained: "This evil monk struck first and wanted my life. I just took advantage of it..."

When the monk saw it, he flew out and reached out to catch the copper bell thrown by the fat man.

Then he flew backwards, pointing the Zen staff in his hand at the fat man and yelling: "Come on, come on, let's fight for another three hundred rounds, see if I can take you, the evil thief, away with just one stick!"

The fat man shook his head and said sincerely: "I have to go on a journey today, and I will accompany you next time."

The monk didn't say anything, and the Zen staff in his hand suddenly hit the two of them.

Then he shouted loudly: "After all the work of eradicating evil, I finally caught up with you in this desert. How could I miss you? I'll die!"

"Boom!" sounded, and the Zen staff brought a whirlwind towards the two of them.

Just when he was about to hit Xiao Hu on the head, he caught it with one hand.

He looked at the monk and said seriously: "The fat man is no match for the monk. He has already returned your things to you. If there is anything else that needs to be returned, I will ask for it for you."

When the fat man heard this, he jumped up and shouted: "This guy made the first move, I just took this thing, how can I take his things?"

Xiaohu was startled, and then said coldly: "Since the monk has recovered the lost property, Fatty, please apologize, I have to hurry on."

What kind of nonsense is this?

How could there be such an evil monk who would kill someone if they disagreed? Even if the fat man took the copper bell from the monk's Zen staff, he would not be punished to death.

The fat man also regretted how he dared to provoke this deadly guy.

So he simply said: "Monk, you win, I admit defeat, please let me go, why do you, a monk, have trouble with me?"

Thinking of this, the fat man suddenly screamed: "I understand, you are a master sent by the Zhou Dynasty, specifically to cause trouble for our Northern Qi monks. You are going to the capital to kill people!"

"You have seriously injured me, and I only have half a life left...You are so unwilling to let me go...You, a monk, actually do something that only a killer would do!"

At this point, the fat man got scared and looked at Xiaohu and said, "You have to help me!"

The monk did not expect that the fat man was so stubborn that he unintentionally revealed his secret.

He couldn't help but became angry and shouted: "You are from Northern Qi, I am Dazhou... we are enemies from the beginning!"

When Xiaohu heard this, he became angry and replied coldly: "This is the desert, I have the final say!"

The monk was stunned for a moment, then screamed: "This is the Turkic dynasty, and the king here is the Khan. Who do you think you are?"

Xiaohu looked at the unreasonable guy in front of him and suddenly laughed. As if he remembered something, he said: "Then you call him here? Who is he? I have the final say here, get out!"

This time, even the fat man was angry. He touched his head and said, "So you went to the capital to kill people?"

He thought that he had only injured a few monks from Dazhou, but he didn't expect that this guy would want to kill all the monks from Northern Qi upon seeing them.

Xiaohu thought of the Northern Qi caravan he met on the road. Although those guys didn't come to rescue them, they didn't add insult to injury. Unexpectedly, this guy was even more ruthless.

As a Buddhist, but without a trace of compassion, I am afraid that even if the fat monk from the grotto were here, he would not be able to do such a thing.

Then his voice became colder and he said: "This is not a battlefield between the two countries. You can go back to Dazhou."

The monk replied quietly: "Originally, I just wanted to kill the fat man, but now I have changed my mind."

Xiaohu was sneering in his heart, but he asked casually: "Do you want to kill me too?"

The monk looked into his eyes and said: "In this world, only the mouth of the dead will not reveal secrets that should not be told."

Xiaohu looked back at the fat man and said quietly: "Fat man, this is not your fault."

The fat man was stunned. At this moment, he realized that the little tiger in front of him was no longer a boy of about ten years old, but the king of the desert.

So he came close to him and lowered his voice and said: "Although I don't know who you are, it seems that you have successfully aroused the monk's murderous intention."

Xiaohu looked at the monk quietly and said: "Go to the place in front where there are few people. Don't hurt innocent people."

Not far away, Shuzi and Ashina, who were leading the horses, came over, looked at Xiaohu from a distance and asked, "What is this for? Where did this monk come from?"

The fat man replied: "I am from Dazhou. I originally wanted to kill me, but now I want to silence you as well."

After speaking, he raised his feet and moved forward. The fat man followed him, one behind the other, followed by a monk with a fierce look on his face.

The three of them came to the roadside with long yellow sand. It happened that there were no passers-by at this time, but there were people. People in the desert usually would not watch the monks' duel.

Even in the battle at the teahouse yesterday, a group of bored idlers stayed far away for fear of accidentally hurting themselves.

The monk has a heavy Zen staff in his hand, which is the monk's weapon.

Xiaohu looked at the oncoming monk and had to take out a long sword, a long sword from the bandit's hand.

From a distance, Shuzi led two horses and watched Xiaohu take out the long sword, but no one said anything, because in her opinion, the monk who could make Xiaohu take out the weapon was not a simple monk.

The fat man also retreated at this time. He had already fought against the monk tomorrow and proved that the monk was much stronger than him.

Xiaohu held a long sword in his hand and looked at the monk in front of him quietly. He no longer wanted to reason with him.

As long as the opponent makes a move, he will kill it with one sword without any hesitation.

"Evil heretics, sins cannot be tolerated, let me save you with my own hands!"

The monk's face became more and more gloomy. After shouting the Buddha's name, the circulating energy condensed on the Zen staff and came towards the little tiger.

"You are not a human Buddha, you are just a demon in monk's robes, a demon possessed by greed, anger and ignorance!"

Before he finished speaking, the long sword in Xiaohu's hand made a clear sound, which was a sign that the long sword was unable to bear its strength and was about to collapse.

At this time, the monk's Zen staff had already fallen on top of his head.

With the momentum of moving a mountain, he would smash the little tiger into a pulp like a fallen leaf in the wind, and then save the fat man with a frightened face and return to the west.

A clang sounded!

The iron sword in Xiaohu's hand came through the wind, and the Zen staff that the monk threw at him struck each other in the air!

In his eyes, the monk seemed to be thousands of miles away, but the Zen staff came to him.

So he had no choice but to slash out with his sword, striking the monk's Zen staff. However, he failed to cut off the monk's Zen staff. The long sword and the Zen staff collided, causing countless sparks to fly, which shocked the fat man on the side.

Shuzi, who was watching the battle not far away, frowned slightly.

In her opinion, this was not Xiaohu's state, it was just that a big Zhou monk was not worth his entanglement. If it were her, she would have killed him with one sword.

Looking at the fighting Xiaohu and the monk from Dazhou, Ashina was stunned and covered her mouth and did not dare to shout.

She didn't expect that this monk who suddenly appeared would fight Xiaohu desperately.

Not only that, but the little tiger in her eyes didn't have a trace of fear, and the long sword in her hand didn't fail even when it faced the monk.

This really exceeded her imagination of Xiaohu.

In fact, as long as Xiaohu has the long sword in his hand, he will become extremely calm.

It was as if I had returned to the back hill of the academy in the Imperial City of Qin, practicing swordplay with Shuzi in front of the Confucius' wooden house, and dueling with Zhang Liang. This was a terrifying calmness.

Even if the earth falls apart at the next moment, he can't change the sword he's about to strike.

When we were in the grotto, the fat monk also said that Xiaohu's calmness was a bit scary, even scarier than the killer bandits in Yuezhi King City.

At that time, Xiaohu told him that he was the biggest king in Yuezhi City.

Thinking of the fat monk in the grotto, Xiaohu had a thrilling smile on his face. Looking at the enemy in front of him, he held the long sword in his hand tighter.

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I just killed dozens or hundreds of bandits in the desert, and I don't care about the addition of a monk from Dazhou.

A monk who is no different from a killer.

Almost in an instant, the monk who took back his Zen staff suddenly made another move!

The Zen staff in his hand was like a sudden flying stone. No one expected that he would suddenly take action again. Even the fat man not far away could not see clearly how the monk made the move.

The monk takes action!

The Zen staff had a faint golden light, like the sudden golden light shining in the Buddhist hall, which illuminated Fatty's eyes, Shuzi's and Asuna's eyes as well.

Because the monk moved too quickly, the golden light became much lighter, like a flying dragon flying out of the clouds.
To be continued...