"Monster!!!"
The remaining monks saw this scene and immediately glared with eyes wide open.
But Qin Zheng gave them no time to utter a second word. The Ghost-Head Saber tore through the air and descended upon them!
In an instant, an intense crisis of death erupted, jolting the monks awake.
"Ha!!"
Several of them wielded vajra pestles and joined forces to block Qin Zheng's strike.
Yet beneath Qin Zheng's unparalleled brute strength, they could not withstand it. Their vajra pestles shattered into pieces, and they were sent flying backward.
They flew so far that they nearly rolled all the way beyond the gates of the Canoe Gang's hall!
"Cough, cough! Monster! Monster!!"
They struggled to their feet.
That single strike had already left every one of them seriously wounded!
Yet they seemed not to know fear. Their faces remained full of fury as they cursed loudly.
Whoosh!!
Suddenly, the sound of something slicing through the air rang out.
The men looked into the hall, only to see a head and a mangled corpse, carrying a thick stench of blood and immense force, hurtling toward them!
Bang!!
"Ah!!!"
It came so fast that they had no time to react.
The head and corpse smashed into them, force plunging into their bodies and sending them flying once again.
The head burst apart in the collision, scattering red and white across the ground.
This time, they no longer had the strength to rise. They lay on the ground, twisting and groaning in unbearable pain.
The disturbance immediately drew the attention of the surrounding townspeople, who stopped to watch the excitement.
After all, this was the Canoe Gang's hall. Very few people dared to cause trouble here.
Tap~ tap~ tap~
At that moment, a series of footsteps sounded.
Then a cold-faced young man with a Ghost-Head Saber resting on his shoulder slowly emerged from the Canoe Gang's hall.
Qin Zheng looked at the monks groaning in pain on the ground and slowly said, "Do you gentlemen still wish to send me to see the Buddha?"
Faced with the chill in his voice, no matter how overbearing the monks had been, they now knew better than to say another word.
Otherwise, their heads might be chopped off on the spot!
They knew that they had kicked an iron plate this time and no longer dared to remain arrogant.
But just then, several more monks hurried over.
When they saw the scene before them, surprise first appeared on their faces, followed by rage.
They glared at Qin Zheng and shouted sharply, "You monster! How dare you so wantonly insult the monks of our temple! Saint Monk Wuchang will never spare you!"
Yet although they shouted angrily, they did not dare take even half a step closer to Qin Zheng.
When Qin Zheng turned to look at them, the monks were immediately startled and stumbled several steps back in succession.
Qin Zheng sneered, then turned back toward the monks twisting and groaning on the ground, cold light surging in his eyes.
Though these people wore white monk's robes, they acted tyrannically. They were less like monks than bandits!
Compared with old monk Chongming, they were worlds apart—one in the heavens, the other in the mud!
"Let me see whether you are rebellious disciples beneath the Buddha's seat, or fierce bandits borrowing the name of Buddhism!"
Qin Zheng muttered softly, his gaze sweeping across the monks on the ground.
With a thought from him, the Merit Scroll above the sea of his heart responded.
Liu Min, Half-Demon attendant, steeped in sin. Kill him to obtain 1 tael 2 qian of merit! Qu Yong, Half-Demon attendant, steeped in sin. Kill him to obtain 1 tael 8 qian of merit! .
Seeing the contents that appeared on the Merit Scroll, Qin Zheng's heart jolted.
Half-Demon attendants?
Immediately afterward, he withdrew his gaze from the monks on the ground and looked instead at the group of monks standing at a distance, too afraid to approach.
They were too far away to trigger the Merit Scroll.
But
they were likely all of the same kind!
And all these people had followed Wuchang the Monk into Black Goose City.
In other words, that Wuchang the Monk was a Half-Demon?!
This world had demons. Qin Zheng had known that ever since he had transmigrated here.
Thus, he was not surprised by it.
But what did a Half-Demon seek by disguising himself as a monk and entering a human city?
At that thought, Qin Zheng suddenly remembered what Zhang Xiuwen had said before his death.
Black Goose City's magistrate, Gao Wusheng, seemed to be conducting some sort of secret transaction with Wuchang the Monk of Rebirth Temple.
What transaction could humans and demons possibly make?
Qin Zheng frowned lightly, but at that moment, the spot between his brows twitched faintly, giving him an ominous premonition.
Just then, Zhang Wei also walked out of the hall and came to stand behind Qin Zheng.
He saw the monks screaming and groaning on the ground, as well as the monks on the other side glaring like tigers watching prey, as though they wished to devour someone alive.
His brows furrowed slightly. After hesitating, he still said, "Brother Qin, how about letting them go?"
Hearing this, Qin Zheng turned to Zhang Wei and immediately saw the evasiveness in his eyes.
In an instant, the twitch between Qin Zheng's brows intensified, and a sudden intuition surfaced in his heart.
"You know where the people I sheltered in the south of the city are?!"
Qin Zheng immediately demanded.
Conflict appeared on Zhang Wei's face. In the end, he sighed and nodded.
Yet he did not say who it was. Instead, he looked at Qin Zheng and earnestly persuaded him, "Brother Qin, don't pursue this any further. You'll bring disaster upon yourself!"
"With your talent in martial arts, you will surely soar into the sky one day. When that time comes, it won't be too late to turn back and deal with this!"
But Qin Zheng turned to look at the monks on the ground. After several moments of silence, he said, "It was these monks—or rather, Wuchang the Monk of Rebirth Temple."
At those words, Zhang Wei frowned and continued, "Wuchang the Monk is Magistrate Gao's favored man, and his backing is just as deep."
"Even if you seek him out, you may not be able to do anything. You might even drag yourself down with him."
"It isn't worth it for a few beggar children and widowed women!"
Qin Zheng gave a soft laugh.
Not worth it?
A few beggar children and widowed women—he made it sound so easy.
But they were living people, people who had eaten and lived alongside him, people with whom he had shared a life!
Perhaps the Qin Zheng of the future would become cold and heartless.
But the Qin Zheng of now absolutely would not!
The fury he had suppressed in his heart for so long seemed to burst forth beyond his control at this moment.
"What did he take them for?"
Qin Zheng's voice was calm, like the moment before a storm broke.
Seeing this, Zhang Wei sighed and shook his head. "I don't know that."
Qin Zheng nodded.
What could a Half-Demon do after taking people away?
Nothing more than eat them.
He took several steps toward the monks on the ground.
Then—
Bang!
One monk's head exploded beneath Qin Zheng's foot like a watermelon!
The sight immediately frightened the surrounding townspeople into cries of alarm.
The monks on the ground also panicked and began weeping and begging for mercy.
But Qin Zheng showed no sign of wavering. He walked to each of their heads in turn, then brought his foot down.
A few breaths later, only red and white remnants and several headless corpses remained.
After doing all this, Qin Zheng turned and looked at the group of monks who had gone utterly blank.
Since that was the case, a life for a life. Qin would collect a little interest first!
Qin Zheng's eyes were filled with icy light.
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