Before Cui Yulong could speak, Heishu slapped the table and said angrily: "What a bullshit, the sea of ​​bitterness is the shore. Monk, get out quickly, otherwise I will be the first to kill you!"

The handsome monk still smiled faintly and said, "Don't curse people, don't curse people. Swearing people is a violation of the precept of anger. If you violate the precept of anger, you will enter the hell of tongue-pulling after death!"

"Then are you still telling me the precepts?" Heisha walked directly to the monk and shouted: "I have killed more people than you have ever seen. What are the precepts you tell me? What are the hell of tongue-pulling hell? My name is Heisha. Even if I go to hell, I am the most evil life-seeking ghost in hell. You shit monk, if you can say a few words about Amitabha, you really think you have some skills? If you want to die, get away and don't get annoyed in front of me!"

Anyone who is scolded by others will inevitably feel a little unhappy. However, this handsome monk seemed to have heard nothing, and still had that smile on his face, clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, all living beings are equal in hell. No matter if you are in charge of the country or in the world, when you are in hell, you will be like everyone else, without the most evil, only good causes and evil results. Today's good, the fate of the next day, today's evil, the result of the next day. Cause and effect are circulated and flowing non-stop. I hope the donor will think twice!"

"Damn, we're talking about cause and effect again? Let me tell you, the fuck that what I don't believe in the most in my life is cause and effect. I have killed so many people, but I haven't seen any evil consequences fall on me? This is what your Buddhism calls cause and effect? ​​Bah, it's not as true as the knife in my hand!" Heishao said, suddenly pulled out a short knife from his waist and stabbed it straight into the monk's neck.

The monk still smiled faintly, as if he had not seen the knife at all, nor did he dodge the slightest. Hei Shura moved quickly, and his short knife was swung six times in an instant, almost all of which were pressed against the monk's face. He originally wanted to scare the monk, so that he could panic and let him take action. Unexpectedly, the monk's calmness was completely beyond his expectations. He was not scared by him at all, but instead made him feel blank.

"Stinky monk, do you really want to die, right?" Heishu shouted angrily, held the short knife tightly, and slashed straight towards the monk's neck. This time, he no longer scared him, but wanted to cut the monk's neck directly.

This time, the monk finally moved. Everyone could see clearly that he slowly raised his hand. The movement seemed very slow, but it just happened to catch up with the extremely fast speed of Black Shura. When Black Shura's short knife was about to hit his neck, the monk's two fingers just clamped the tip of the short knife. At this moment, the short knife that was rapidly scratching seemed to be embedded in the crack of the rock. He let Black Shura struggle hard to pull it back, but it could not shake it at all. The monk's two fingers actually clamped the short knife like iron pliers, clamping the short knife without moving at all, which changed everyone at the scene.
Chapter completed!