Because this thin Taoist always cleans his hands, even if the state government officials come to investigate, most of them will only think about the bandits' rebellion.

This made him succeed repeatedly, but never caused a big mess.

And this time, Ma Xiang was naturally planning to change places to catch blood food. If the old monk couldn't find more people, he wouldn't mind trying the taste of the old bones.

After making up his mind, Ma Xiang slowly closed his eyes and began to practice silently.

On the other hand, when the old monk from Jinguang Temple left with a few novice monks in fear, he was already sweating profusely.

After the old monk touched the swollen palm prints on his face, he could no longer hold back his anger in his eyes.

He silently took several apprentices away from the cellar, and then took the wooden barrel to pretend to draw water, and quietly led the apprentices to the well.

Looking at the old monk's abnormal behavior, the disciples couldn't help but look at each other, and then couldn't help asking carefully: "Master, what are you doing?"

After hearing this, the old monk couldn't help but look ferocious and said, "What are you doing? Of course you are killing someone!"

As soon as these words were said, the novice slutted their legs and feet. Although they had no scruples on their daily lives, they had never done anything to kill and set fire.

After all, if you recite scriptures in a temple, you will automatically offer pilgrims to squander them. Why do they waste other efforts?

However, the old monk is different from this one. If he hadn't been cruel and cruel at the beginning, the abbot would not have been seated for so many years.

Under his coercion, the novice monks did not dare to resist, so they obediently cooperated with each other and hanged up one novice monk.

After a while, several novice monks were so tired that they almost collapsed to the ground, and then they took out several wine jars from the well wall.

Looking at the old monk's crazy smile, a short and fat novice monk couldn't help but ask, "Master, what exactly is pretending to be here?"

The old monk couldn't help but smile proudly when he heard this, "Haha~, it's nothing, it's just hot tinder!"

"Hiss~"

Hearing this, the little novice swear suddenly couldn't help but take a few steps back with shock, and then he persuaded him in a slight manner:

"Master, why bother with this! Let's bear the momentary anger first. After the demon Taoist has eaten his fill, isn't this Golden Light Temple still ours?"

"Yes, Master. If this hot turmeric oil is not used well, our temple will be completely finished!"

"That's right, let's bear it for a few more days, Master!"

When the old monk saw that several disciples had reached this point, he was still obsessed with greed and said furiously: "Idiot, do you think that the demon path can let us go before leaving?"

Looking at the confused expressions of several people, the old monk couldn't help but whisper in anger: "Are he afraid that we will report this matter to the government afterwards?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of several novice monks suddenly turned pale as paper. The old monk said so clearly, so they didn't understand that the demon would inevitably silence before leaving.

So after thinking about it for a while, several novice monks bit their teeth and finally decided to listen to the master's efforts.

...

Just as the old monk and others were secretly planning, the thin Taoist Ma Xiang was busy refining the previous essence and blood.
Chapter completed!