"Namo Amitabha!" A Buddha's name rose slowly. It was calm and peaceful, and the worshippers opened up a path.
A grey-robed old monk slowly walked over, followed by six young monks. They were full of energy and spirit, and their eyes flashed so brightly that no one dared to look at them directly.
The grey-robed old monk was tall and thin, and his snow-white eyebrows drooped to the corner of his eyes. They were long and bright, just like the God of Longevity. His face was kind and gentle, and he looked very amiable.
He slowly walked to Chu Li, pressed his palms together, and said calmly, "Almsgivers, you're too kind."
Chu Li pressed his palms together and smiled. "Are you a disciple of the Reincarnation Temple?"
"I'm a disciple of the Reincarnation Temple." The old monk pressed his palms together and nodded. "May I know why you're here?"
Chu Li said, "I'm sorry, your temple sneaked an attack on our four sects, and killed thirty people from our branch. None of them survived. As a Priest of the Holy Church of Light, I had no choice but to offend you."
"The Holy Church of Light?" The old monk looked at the two calmly, as if he was compassionate.
Chu Li smiled. "The Holy Church of Light has always been compassionate, unlike your temple. You say that you're compassionate, but your actions are more vicious than anyone else's. Don't worry, monk, I won't kill you. I'll only cripple your martial arts. I'll start with the people next to me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for the six monks behind the old monk to speak, he swung his arms, and six energy blades slashed across.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" The six monks flew out at the same time. They widened their eyes in the air and stared at Chu Li, unwilling to give up. They landed heavily on the courtyard wall, and slid down softly, lying at the foot of the wall, unable to move.
They held their Dantian in their lower abdomen, and their breaths were weak.
Chu Li's six blades accurately shot into their Dantian, and directly destroyed their cultivation. It would be difficult for them to cultivate again. The energy blades directly destroyed their meridians, and it would not be easy to repair them.
Chu Li calmly glanced at the six people. His gaze swept past the surrounding worshippers, and finally landed on the old monk. He smiled. "Do you have anything to say, monk?"
"Namo Amitabha!" The old monk's snow-white eyebrows moved slightly. He chanted the name of Buddha and sighed, "Benefactor, you are too unreasonable. Even if our temple has offended you, why don't you find the person who offended you? Why must you vent your anger on other innocent people?"
Chu Li laughed out loud. "You should be asking the dead disciples of our branch instead. What crime did they commit? When did they offend Monk Zhi Shan of the Reincarnation Temple?"
"Since you are so extreme, I can only offend you!" The old monk shook his head and sighed. He raised his voice and said, "Where are the Dharma protectors!"
"Here!" Amidst the thunderous roars, ten middle-aged monks dressed in grey monk robes fluttered down. They flew over the heads of the devotees and surrounded Chu Li. Their movements were graceful and calm, and their speed was surprisingly fast.
Each of them held a copper rod that was taller than their bodies.
The ten of them looked very similar, and they all looked fierce. They didn't look like monks, and they didn't have the peace of monks. Instead, they were full of anger, as if their whole bodies were filled with anger.
The surrounding devotees did not find this strange. This was the Great Light Prince's angry state, formed to subdue demons.
"Take him down!" The old monk pointed at Chu Li.
"Yes!" The ten of them shouted. Their bodies turned quickly, and they waved their copper rods like a wheel.
Chu Li waited for them to raise their copper rods, and then he suddenly disappeared. Then, he swung his arms, and all ten energy blades hit him. At such a close distance, almost no one could dodge the Light Blade. Although these ten people were Grandmasters, they were not the best.
Even so, it was rare for a small Jirin Temple to have ten Grandmasters. It was similar to the situation in the Falling Autumn City branch of the Holy Church of Light.
"Bam, bam, bam, bam …" The ten monks flew up, and the copper rods in their hands fell to the ground, making clanking sounds. They covered their Dantian, and stared at him with a gloomy face.
Chu Li saw that they did not care about their martial arts being crippled, and that they were so determined. He looked at the old monk in surprise, and shook his head. "It seems that the Reincarnation Temple is really extraordinary, to have such a Dharma protector."
"Almsgiver Zhao." The old monk's silvery long eyebrows twitched, but he still looked at him calmly. "The cycle of Yin and Yang, the existence and non-existence coexist, and the reality and illusion coexist. Priest Zhao, you should know that you can't be happy for long."
Chu Li nodded. "What you said makes sense. This is a greeting to the Reincarnation Temple. I, Zhao Dahe, have always done things like this. If I kill thirty of our people, the Reincarnation Temple will lose sixty or even ninety people. This is how I do things!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot, and the next moment, he appeared in a basilica. The Light Blade shot out, and before the monks on the cattail hassock could move, the flying blade had already reached their bodies, and crippled their cultivation level one by one.
Then, he appeared in a few houses again, and crippled all of them regardless of their cultivation level.
In the blink of an eye, the huge Jirin Temple was completely destroyed by him, and the white-browed monk in front of him did not know martial arts, so he could not be crippled.
"So?" Chu Li looked at him with a smile. "Do you have anything to say?"
"I can only advise Almsgiver Zhao, the sea of bitterness has no bounds, repent, and the shore is at hand." The old monk sighed. "Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't live for long."
"Haha …" Chu Li laughed. "Won't live for long? How arrogant, I'd like to see what the Reincarnation Temple is capable of. Farewell! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left Jirin Temple.
The devotees watched them leave, and their faces were filled with surprise and pity. Such an arrogant guy would not live for long, and the Reincarnation Temple would definitely kill him. No matter how powerful he was, he would not be able to escape the Reincarnation Temple's pursuit.
Shi Zonggu followed Chu Li out of Jirin Temple, and as they walked on the street, he frowned and asked, "Priest, why didn't you just kill them to avenge the branch disciples!"
His tone was firm, and he was very angry.
None of the thirty disciples from the branch survived, and not even the fowls and dogs were spared. Such viciousness was intolerable, and he could not wait to kill all the monks in Jirin Temple. Even if there were more than forty of them, there were only ten Grandmasters, and killing all of them would not be enough.
Chu Li glanced at him and shook his head. "Yesterday, I've already killed thirty Grandmasters, and only Monk Zhi Shan escaped. There's no need to kill the rest, just cripple their martial arts and weaken their strength."
"Priest, didn't you say that you want to take revenge several times over?"
"There are different types of revenge. Killing them directly and crippling their martial arts have different consequences." Chu Li shook his head. "For the sake of the bigger picture, it's best to cripple their martial arts, and not kill them all."
He would not be lenient to those who came to kill him, and he would kill those who came to him on their own, but he would not be so ruthless to those who came to him personally. It was enough to cripple their martial arts and eliminate the threat.
"I didn't expect the Priest to be so benevolent!" Shi Zonggu scoffed.
Chu Li gave him a sidelong glance.
Shi Zonggu shuddered, and his hair stood on end. Only then did he remember that Chu Li's methods were extremely ruthless, and he had dared to kill an Altar Leader when he was still a Branch Leader. Shi Zonggu coughed softly, and averted his gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.
Chu Li scoffed. "Next, the branch of Hai Cang Mountain!"
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