Amojie stared at the other party hatefully.

He had just said something, but suddenly the sour and numb feeling of scratching his heart and liver suddenly spread like a storm, filling every corner of his bones, blood and flesh, making his tall figure hunched over.

This feeling is not painful, but the pain of thousands of ants is as piercing as the heart, which has just been upright and unyielding as towering ancient trees, suddenly bent her waist by the storm that has been swept up by the wind and clouds.

His expression changed drastically, holding on to the wall, bent over in pain, his eyes no longer concealed the ruthlessness in it, staring at the man in front of him like a ghost.

"Who are you? A little monk, a person outside the country, has no grudges and grudges with you. How can he plot to kill me?" He roared in a low voice.

The man in black clothes had black eyes on his mask, and his slender hands slowly lowered from his shoulders, and then walked to one side as usual.

"Poison killing? How can it be poison killing? I am also dedicated to the Buddha. How can I commit bloodthirsty murder?"

He said slowly, "Buddhism takes compassion as its own virtue, and he still does not change his expression when he devotes himself to feeding tigers! Therefore, I just put a newborn little insect on the master and live a life with the master's mouth a few mouthfuls of pure essence and blood!"

"What? Guworm?"

When Amojie heard this, his expression suddenly burst. The poisonous hatred in his eyes was like a fire, and he wished he could swallow the man in Xuanyi alive.

However, he calmed down in a flash and endured the sore and numb pain on his body.

He said coldly: "Tell me, what do you mean?"

"Since the master is so straightforward, I will not say secret words!"

The man in Xuancheng walked to Amojie again, with a cold eyes and asked in a deep voice, "What are your plans for coming to the Central Plains?"

Amojie's eyebrows hopped, and his distorted expression suddenly became gloomy.

He did not answer the question from the man in Xuan's clothes, but instead smiled, his eyes full of rebellious disrespect and contempt.

After a while, he approached the man in Xuanyi, with an arrogant tone and a mysterious expression.

"It has been a hundred years since the Song Dynasty was settled in a corner. It is time to end its strength! Wouldn't it be better to give such a prosperous and prosperous place to people of great virtue?"

The man in black clothes looked as motionless as a mountain, staring at the other party's hideous smile.

Suddenly he raised his hand and Amojie had no time to react and instantly collapsed, and his tall body fell to the ground like a mountain.

"A great virtue? Your people are as virtuous as you, how can you talk about great virtue?" He clapped the dust that did not exist in his hand and smiled coldly.

On the ground, Amojie had no time to talk to him, and rolled on the ground irresistibly, trying desperately to drive away the insects that were in their bones and blood. He screamed in pain in his mouth, trying to save him by others in the temple.

Unfortunately it's too late!

The man in black clothes stood leisurely with his hands behind his back, and indifferently admired the figure rolling on the ground.

The entire Zen temple of Zhaoqing Temple seemed to be covered by the night. With such huge movements, the other monks seemed to fall into the dark and sweet village without any response.

"Take him away!" The man in black waved his hand.

Then the two men who had been standing quietly under the tree moved quickly, without saying a word, and simply shut up Amojie, who was wailing, tied up and carried him away.

The man in Xuanyi did not rush to leave and slowly walked into Amojie's Zen room.

He looked into the room in the moonlight, and his eyes fell on one side of the Zen bed.

There, the huge bone flute was leisurely placed.
Chapter completed!