"I am a monk, Cihang."

Although he said this to Jiujiu, Cihang's attitude became even more cold and tough.

For some reason, the moment the little girl came in, his heart, which was like a stone, suddenly and irregularly beat violently, and his eyes couldn't help but look at her, as if she wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in her heart.

He obviously vowed in front of the Buddha to serve the Buddha for the rest of his life, but he was still strangely moved.

Cihang silently recited the Buddhist scriptures in his heart, but his eyes seemed to be not his own and involuntarily looked at Jiujiu, with one glance and three or four eyes.

Seeing Cihang's eyes looking at Jiujiu, Sang Ye's hatred for Jiujiu became even deeper.

This was the case with Mo Yu in the past. As long as Jiujiu appears, she will not have herself in her eyes, even Cihang now.

As long as the man you like appears, Jiujiu, the annoying woman, will attract the other person's attention.

If Jiujiu hadn't appeared, Cihang would have been her possession.

Sang Ye gritted his teeth, and his eyes looked at Jiujiu with a hot temperature. He wished he could burn Jiujiu to ashes.

At Sang Ye's gaze, Jiujiu glared back fearlessly. After glaring at Sang Ye, Jiujiu continued to look at Cihang and said, "Master, do you know what this woman is?"

Cihang shook his head: "The little monk doesn't know."

"She is the infamous demon girl of the Demon Sect, that is, the female thief in the world now." Sang Ye has been away from the Demon Sect for more than a month. His biggest hobby every day is to pick and repair those men. However, due to some of Yan Xiu's habits, Sang Ye has a very bad attitude towards those furnaces and cauldrons. Basically, the only men she has picked and repaired are left to make the basics.

Of course, even if you are a staple, you can only be the one below.

Although some of the men who have been replenished by Mangye are deserved, they are more seduced by Mangye's soul-calculating technique. Over time, Mangye became the name of a female thief.

Hearing the four words "** female thief", the four people who were originally sitting in the inn stood up instantly, and one of them even drew out his long sword and attacked Sangye with a grief.

His family's eight generations of single generations were left, and his son was the only one left. Who knew that he was attracted by this female thief. He was completely refined and lost his human form in the last night. This was their hope for the eight generations, but it turned out to be broken in him.

How could he not hate him? How could he not want to kill Sang Ye?

How could ordinary people easily deal with mulberry leaves? The moment the man drew his sword, mulberry leaves also drew his sword.

Although she was Yan Xiu, she had practiced sword skills before she became Yan Xiu, and the four of them fought to the point of being equal.

Because Cihang was present, Mang Ye did not use spells, which gave Jiujiu a chance.

Jiujiu took out the golden silkworm Gu from her pocket.

Although she was reluctant to let it go, Mangye had magic, so she had no choice.

Jiujiu raised his hand and threw the Golden Silkworm Gu on Mang Ye's body. Mang Ye was so fiercely fought by the three of them. Although he knew that Jiujiu had thrown things over, he had no way to take them off. It was too late when the Golden Silkworm Gu crawled into her body and wanted to drive him away.

Jiujiu silently recited the formula to activate the Golden Silkworm Gu. As the Golden Silkworm Gu followed, Mulberry Ye felt for the first time what the witch was.

Sang Ye howled, covered his head and fell to the ground. His whole body shouted loudly as if he was crazy, rolling on the ground. His face was distorted and turned ugly because of the pain. Even though his head kept hitting the ground, his head was bleeding, it continued to bump as if he was unconscious, as if he didn't know how to be tired and not know how to hurt.

Cihang looked at the miserable situation of the mulberry leaves and silently chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

"Donor, enough." Cihang's eyes were filled with sorrow, joy, sorrow or anger. He just looked at Jiujiu with kindness to everyone and said, "She has learned a lesson."

"So what? She is a witch and everyone can kill her. Besides, she has harmed so many people. Shouldn't I kill her?"

Cihang: "God has the virtue of being alive, why should the donor kill him?"

"God has the virtue of being alive, but that's what you Central Plains people said. I am a Miaojiang girl, so naturally I am not bound by this sentence. I will kill her. Could it be that you want to stop me?" Jiujiu's eyes were frivolous and she exuded a touch of killing intention.

Cihang lowered his eyes but his attitude was not soft at all. It was obvious that if Jiujiu dared to take action, he would protect Mangye.

"Amitabha."

"Master, do you want to stop me from killing her?"

Jiujiu looked at Cihang with her head tilted, and was speechless at this great monk with compassion.

Let's say he is pedantic, he treats everyone equally, but if he is not pedantic, he will have to save her life by himself even though he knows that Sang Ye is a female devil who does everything.

Ci Hang lowered his eyes, his face without waves, sadness and joy, saying, "When will the revenge be repaid?"

Regarding Cihang's words, the old man snorted coldly: "You are saying lightly, and it is not your relative who is hurt by this witch."

When the old man thought of his son who was being sucked by the witch and was still lying on the bed, the old man burst into tears.

He had clearly chosen a good marriage for his son, and even the Jishi had already calculated it, and was just waiting to hold his grandson next year, but when he encountered such a thing, was there anyone more miserable than him?

Cihang was speechless. If he asked him to speak Buddhist principles, he could keep talking for ten days and ten nights, but if he talked to the old man who had been blinded by hatred, he would not be able to say a word.

Because he understood that no matter what he said, the other party could speak rebuttal words.

The other party's heart knew that he had been paralyzed by hatred, and he could not think of a second thing except for revenge.

Ci Hang sighed and looked at the mulberry leaves who were still rolling on the ground and chanted the Buddha's name silently.

Jiujiu glanced at Cihang, pulled out the Soul-killing Sword that Xiaobai gave her and stabbed Sang Ye's heart with a sword. In just a moment, Sang Ye swallowed, and even his soul was sealed into the Soul-killing Sword.

Seeing Jiujiu kill Sang Ye with one sword, the old man bowed and thanked: "Thank you, Miss."

Jiujiu smiled slightly: "Everyone can kill him, but the old man is so polite."

Looking at the dead mulberry leaves, Cihang sighed, turned around and went to the backyard to find a shovel to let the mulberry leaves be buried.

But as soon as he took out the shovel, he saw Jiujiu dripping a few drops of liquid on Mangye's body. Then Mangye's body melted like ice and snow under the sun. In a short while, there was no bone residue left.

Cihang learned Buddhism since he was a child and focused on Buddha. This was his first time going down the mountain, but he never thought that he would encounter such a cruel scene. Cihang, who had always been in the ancient well, was angry for the first time.

The look of Jiujiu looked at Jiujiu with obvious emotional fluctuations, and she looked at Jiujiu with almost obvious disgust, and left with her sleeves. (To be continued)
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