1445: C1445 A Monk Who Kills

C1445 A Monk Who Kills

The monk who kills.

In mid-air, Hsiang Yang was flying with his hands behind his back. His white robe was fluttering in the wind. His black hair was fluttering in the wind, and his face was resolute. He gave off an otherworldly aura. It was as if a Fallen Immortal had descended to the earth. Anyone who saw him would surely cry out in shock. He was infected by his elegant demeanor, but he was still flying in the sky. No one noticed his existence.

Hsiang Yang didn't chase after him very quickly. Instead, he followed behind the fat monk.

In front of Hsiang Yang, the old monk was drinking wine. He was flying slowly, but no powerful Qi could be sensed from his body. However, Hsiang Yang knew that this man's strength was absolutely earth-shattering. It was highly possible that he was a true Immortal expert. Or perhaps he was an existence of a high grade Rogue Immortal.

Regardless of whether the opponent was a true immortal or a high grade Rogue Immortal, none of them was someone Hsiang Yang could deal with at his current stage.

At this moment, Hsiang Yang was slowly following the monk. In his heart, he was thinking about the purpose of this fat monk. The appearance of this fat monk was too sudden and confusing.

"Ai, I said that your cultivation base has already reached such a level. What's there to be afraid of? Hurry up and follow me. The monk is hungry and wants to eat meat."

Hsiang Yang flew slowly. He still didn't understand why this fat monk would look for him twice. Naturally, the slower the better. It would allow him to sort out his thoughts. However, this fat monk was getting anxious. He couldn't help but urge Hsiang Yang.

The fat monk had a helpless expression on his face. His flying speed was already very slow. Initially, he wanted to let Hsiang Yang catch up with him. However... What made him depressed was that no matter how slow he slowed down, Hsiang Yang would always be slower than him. In any case, he would just follow slowly. He just wouldn't surpass him.

"Since that's the case, Senior, can you tell this kid your purpose of coming here first? This will save me the trouble of thinking about it."

Hsiang Yang said with a smile. However, he didn't let down his guard against the fat monk. After all, the other party was too mysterious and too powerful. Hsiang Yang didn't dare to relax at all.

Hsiang Yang knew very well that he wasn't living for himself. The girls and his brothers were all tied to him. If something were to happen to him, the people around him would be in danger as well. Therefore, he didn't dare to take the risk. Before he fully understood the identity and purpose of this fat monk, he absolutely didn't dare to get too close to him.

"Kid, you even dare to annihilate all the Ancient Devil in the sky! You even dare to refine the Demon Lord! But you're afraid of me? I should say that you're a coward! Or should I say that you're being too arrogant? " The monk sighed and looked at Hsiang Yang helplessly. If Hsiang Yang was his disciple... He could guarantee that he wouldn't slap Hsiang Yang to death with a single slap. Instead, he would use a thousand palm strikes to slowly crush Hsiang Yang.

At this moment, in the fat monk's heart, no matter how he looked at it, Hsiang Yang's actions had really pissed him off. He clearly didn't have any ill intentions towards Hsiang Yang, but Hsiang Yang had been keeping an eye on him. The more he looked at Hsiang Yang, the more displeased he became.

"It seems like Senior really knows everything about this kid." After Hsiang Yang heard what the fat monk said, he immediately narrowed his eyes. At this moment, he became even more wary of this monk. He never thought that... Everything that he had done after coming back was under the surveillance of the monk, but he didn't notice it at all. Even Mei Aoxue, as a Heavenly Immortal Stage expert, didn't seem to notice the existence of this monk. This was too terrifying.

"An existence surpassing the Heavenly Immortal realm? A True Immortal or an Eighth Tribulation Rogue Immortal?" Hsiang Yang muttered to himself. No matter if the opponent was a True Immortal above the Heavenly Immortal realm or an Eighth Tribulation Rogue Immortal, they were not something Hsiang Yang could fight against.

"Ai, you bastard. I really suspect that you are the true disciple of that senior. You are always suspicious and cowardly. Can't you have some courage?"

The monk didn't expect his words to make Hsiang Yang even more vigilant. He sighed helplessly. He looked at a mountain below and looked down. He sat cross-legged on a rock and took a sip of wine. He said to Hsiang Yang who had followed him down, "Alright, kid, don't be nervous. I don't have any ill intentions towards you. It's just that in the past, I was accidentally caught by your master and became a strong man. He asked me to take care of you."

"Senior and master are actually good friends" After Hsiang Yang heard this, his eyes instantly narrowed. He didn't easily believe the other party's words. When they first met more than a year ago, this fat monk also said that he was a good friend of his Master. At that time, the cultivation technique he taught him was very profound. However... Hsiang Yang had never thought that there would be such a thing as a gift from the heavens.

Furthermore, who knew if the other party was someone his master knew?

Hsiang Yang had never believed that the other party was a good friend of his master. If it was a year ago... Hsiang Yang was only an Innate Stage, but he still didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. He naturally felt that all of this was possible. However... The more he knew, the more he would not easily trust the other party.

This was especially true when Hsiang Yang found out that his master's true strength was world-shaking, and he was afraid that his master was comparable to a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Therefore, he wouldn't easily believe the relationship between this fat monk and his master.

"You seem to be smiling on the surface, but in fact, you are very vigilant in your heart. You should be thinking about whether I am talking nonsense or not, and that I am purposely trying to build a relationship with you. Hehe, forget it, forget it. You are too boring. You're indeed a little too difficult to deal with. "

Tyrant sighed. He didn't expect Hsiang Yang to be so hard to deal with. He had already made it clear, but Hsiang Yang still didn't believe it. What else could he do? He expressed his helplessness. He could only take a sip of wine, then made a grabbing motion with his right hand through the air. Instantly, a deer was pulled over.

"Come, come, come. Kid, do me a favor. Help me kill this sika deer."

However, what surprised Hsiang Yang was that this monk didn't seem to want to kill. He clearly wanted to eat this deer, but he asked Hsiang Yang to help him kill this deer.

This was obviously too much.

Just now, the fat monk thought that Hsiang Yang was too much, but now, it was Hsiang Yang's turn. Hsiang Yang felt that this monk was very angry.

"Senior, your cultivation base is extraordinary. It's too easy to kill this deer. Senior, you should do it yourself."

Hsiang Yang said with a smile on his face, "With senior here, junior naturally wouldn't dare to cross the line. Anyway, senior has already grabbed this deer. You can pinch it to death with just a little bit of force. Why do you want me to do it?"

When Hsiang Yang faced this monk, it could be said that he was trembling with fear and didn't dare to relax at all. Even if the monk asked him to help him kill this deer, Hsiang Yang wouldn't dare to do it.1

It wasn't that Hsiang Yang was too petty, but if it was really just killing this deer... He didn't need to waste any energy at all. This monk was a man of great fortune. With just a thought, no matter how powerful the cultivator was, it wouldn't be a match for him. Not to mention this plum blossom deer, it could be killed in the blink of an eye.

However, the more this monk didn't want to kill, the stranger his behavior became. Therefore, Hsiang Yang didn't dare to make any reckless moves.

Hsiang Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the fat monk. He was very vigilant in his heart, and wanted to see what this fellow was selling in his gourd.

"Kid, you really aren't at a disadvantage at all. Forget it, forget it. I, the Old Ancestor, never kill. Today, I will make an exception and kill this beast."

The monk sighed. As he spoke, his face revealed a compassionate expression. He even raised his hand and gave a Buddhist proclamation, "Amitabha..."

"Chi... “

As his Buddhist proclamation sounded, the sika deer that he had grabbed and suspended in midair instantly lost all its aura. Killing a deer without making a sound was something that could be done by any cultivator. Hsiang Yang didn't find this strange. It was just that this old man would kill whenever he wanted to. He even shouted 'Amitabha', making it clear that this old man was too good at pretending.

"Ai, sin, sin. For the sake of the desire to talk, this monk... To think that he would actually kill another life. How would he face the Buddha in the future? Amitabha! However, it was obvious that the deer was extremely delicious! Forget it, forget it. One look at this sika deer and you would know that it had a heart for good! It's worth it to feed Tyrant with its death. Let's eat first. "

What the monk did next stunned Hsiang Yang. As he spoke, his speed was extremely fast. A sacred golden Buddha light burst out from his body, turning into countless hands. He cut open the belly of the deer in the air and skinned it. Then, he grabbed at the air. By relying on his own strength... With his own magical power, a spiritual spring that was completely formed from spiritual energy was gathered by him. After cleaning the deer, he called out to Hsiang Yang. “ Come on, don't just stand there. Hurry up and start the barbecue."

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Hsiang Yang looked at the monk in a daze. He really suspected that the other party was a monk. As he shouted 'Amitabha', he swiftly cut open a live deer and skinned it. In the blink of an eye, the deer had been cleaned up. This was simply too unbelievable.

Hunting and killing to fill one's stomach was something that was normal for anyone else. However, for a monk who claimed to not kill... It was too strange. Furthermore, this monk was shouting 'Amitabha'. At the same time, he was quickly handling the deer. No matter how one looked at it, it looked like a fake monk.

Hsiang Yang sighed. He felt that his brain wasn't enough. This monk was becoming more and more mysterious, making it harder for others to see through him.

"Ai, what do you mean, kid? We agreed to treat me to some barbecued meat. Hurry up, the monk is starving. Hurry up and turn this deer into barbecued meat."

This old monk didn't seem to be willing to let go of the matter even though he hadn't eaten the roasted meat that Hsiang Yang had cooked. When he saw that Hsiang Yang was still in a daze, he became anxious. Furthermore, he had also taken some dry firewood from afar and even set up a grill. He put this plum blossom deer skewer on top of the firewood pile and waited for Head Chef Hsiang Yang.

"You... Sigh..."

Hsiang Yang felt helpless. Since the other party had already done so, he couldn't possibly not make a move. In the end, he could only roll up his sleeves and use the Fire Of Vital Spirit to ignite the firewood. Then, he would start to roast this sika deer.

Hsiang Yang had a lot of experience with barbecuing. He had been cultivating in the wilderness since he was young. Usually, he would eat his own food. In the primitive forest. There were not many other things, but all kinds of delicious raw materials. Hsiang Yang was also a foodie. After a long time, he continued to study how to barbeque. It was not an exaggeration to say that he had mastered the fire. Now, he had become a chef.

Although Hsiang Yang had told the fat monk that he would treat him to a meal somewhere else, he didn't mean it. He was just afraid that the monk would harbor ill intentions, so he wanted to trick the fat monk away. As for what would happen next, he would decide later.

At this moment, it was naturally impossible for Hsiang Yang to have the mood to prepare food. However, looking at the attitude of this big monk, if he didn't do it properly, it seemed like he wouldn't give up. Therefore, Hsiang Yang could only serve as a laborer for once.

Fortunately, his culinary skills were very good, especially when it came to barbecuing in the wild. After a series of procedures, he didn't feel any pressure at all.

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