"My name is Ci Hang."
Although she said this to Jiujiu, Ci Hang's attitude became even colder.
He didn't know why, but the moment this little girl came in, his stone-like heart suddenly and irregularly beat violently. His eyes couldn't help but look at her, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in his heart.
He had already sworn to serve the Buddha for the rest of his life, but he was still strangely moved.
Ci Hang chanted the Buddhist scriptures in his heart, but his eyes did not seem to belong to him. He could not help but look at Jiujiu.
Seeing the way Ci Hang looked at Jiujiu, Sang Ye's hatred for Jiujiu deepened.
In the past, Mo Yu was like this. As long as Jiujiu appeared, she would not be in his eyes. Even the current Ci Hang was the same.
As long as the man she fancied appeared, the woman of Jiujiu, who was an eyesore, would attract the man's attention.
If Jiujiu had not appeared, Ci Hang would have been hers long ago.
Sang Ye gritted his teeth and looked at Jiujiu with a burning gaze. He wished he could burn Jiujiu to ashes.
Jiujiu glared back at Sang Ye fearlessly. After glaring at Sang Ye, Jiujiu continued to look at Ci Hang and said, "Master, do you know who this woman is?"
Ci Hang shook his head. "I don't know."
"She's the infamous demoness of the Demonic Sect. She's also the flower thief in the Jianghu." Sangye had already left the Devil Sect for more than a month. Her biggest hobby every day was to pluck those men. However, because of some habits of Yan Xiu, Sangye's attitude towards those plucked Human Cauldrons was very bad. Basically, the men she plucked were only left with this path.
Of course, even if he was gay, he could only be the one at the bottom.
Although some of the men who were taken by Sang Ye deserved it, most of them were seduced by Sang Ye's Soul Seduction Technique. Over time, Sang Ye got the name of a flower thief.
Hearing the words "flower thief", three of the four people sitting in the inn immediately stood up. One of them even pulled out his sword and charged at Sang Ye with grief and indignation.
His family had only one son for eight generations, and his son was the only child left. Who would have thought that this flower thief would take a fancy to him? In just one night, his entire body had been plucked until he no longer had a human form. This was the hope of their family for eight generations, but in the end, it had been cut off by him.
How could he not hate Sang Ye? How could he not want to kill him?
Sang Ye was not someone an ordinary person could easily deal with. The moment that person drew his sword, Sang Ye also drew his sword.
Although she was an amorous cultivator, she had also practiced swordsmanship before she became an amorous cultivator. For a moment, the four of them were evenly matched.
Because of Ci Hang's presence, Sang Ye didn't use magic, which gave Jiujiu a chance.
Jiujiu took out the Golden Silkworm Gu from her pocket.
Although she was reluctant, Sang Ye had magic, so she had no other choice.
Jiujiu raised her hand and threw the Golden Silkworm Gu at Sang Ye. Sang Ye was entangled by the three people. Although she knew that Jiujiu had thrown something at her, she couldn't take it down. By the time the Golden Silkworm Gu entered her body, it was too late to drive it away.
Jiujiu silently chanted the incantation to activate the Golden Silkworm Gu. With the Golden Silkworm Gu moving, Sang Ye felt for the first time what was called a Gu Technique.
Sang Ye howled and fell to the ground while holding her head. She screamed like a madman and kept rolling on the ground. Her face was distorted by the pain and became extremely ugly. Even if her head kept hitting the ground and was bleeding, she continued to hit the ground as if she didn't know fatigue or pain.
Ci Hang looked at Sang Ye's miserable state and silently chanted, "Amitabha."
"Benefactor, that's enough." There was no sadness, joy, grief, or anger in Ci Hang's eyes. He only looked at Jiujiu with affection and said, "She has already been taught a lesson."
"So what? She is a demoness. Everyone has the right to kill her. Besides, she has harmed so many people. Shouldn't I kill her?"
Ci Hang said, "The heavens have the virtue of caring for all living things. Benefactor, why do you have to kill her?"
"The heavens have the virtue of caring for all living things, but that is for you people of the Central Plains. I am a girl from Miaojiang. Naturally, I am not bound by this sentence. I want to kill her. Could it be that you want to stop me?" Jiujiu's eyes were frivolous and revealed a trace of killing intent.
Ci Hang lowered his eyes, but his attitude did not soften at all. It was obvious that if Jiujiu dared to make a move, he would protect Sang Ye.
"Amitabha."
"Monk, you want to stop me from killing her?"
Jiujiu tilted her head and looked at Ci Hang. She was a little speechless at this merciful monk.
If one said that he was pedantic, he treated everyone equally. But if one said that he was not pedantic, why did he still want to keep Sang Ye alive when he clearly knew that she was a demoness who committed all kinds of evil?
Ci Hang lowered his eyes and said expressionlessly, "Revenge breeds revenge. When will there be an end to it?"
The old man snorted coldly at Ci Hang's words. "You say it so easily. It seems that the people who were harmed by this demoness are not your relatives."
When he thought of his son who had been taken by the demoness and was still lying in bed, the old man's tears turned red.
He had clearly chosen a very good marriage for his son. He had even calculated the auspicious time. He was just waiting for his grandson next year. In the end, he encountered such a thing. Was there anyone more miserable than him?
Ci Hang was speechless. If he was asked to talk about Buddhist principles, he could talk non-stop for ten days and ten nights. But if he was talking to an old man who was blinded by hatred, he could not say a word.
This was because he knew that no matter what he said, the other party would be able to refute him.
The other party's heart was already numbed by hatred. Other than revenge, he could not think of anything else.
Ci Hang sighed. He looked at Sang Ye who was still rolling on the ground and silently chanted a Buddhist prayer.
Jiujiu glanced at Ci Hang. She pulled out the Soul Slaying Sword that Xiao Bai had given her and stabbed Sang Ye's heart. In just a moment, Sang Ye stopped breathing. Even her soul was sealed in the Soul Slaying Sword.
Seeing Jiujiu kill Sang Ye with one strike, the old man cupped his hands and thanked her. "Thank you, Miss."
Jiujiu smiled faintly. "Everyone has the right to kill a b * tch. Elder, you are too polite."
Looking at Sang Ye who was already dead, Ci Hang sighed. He turned and went to the backyard to find a shovel and prepared to bury Sang Ye.
But just as he took out the shovel, he saw Jiujiu drip a few drops of liquid on Sang Ye's body. Then, Sang Ye's body melted like snow under the sun. In just a moment, not even a bone was left.
Ci Hang had studied Buddhism since he was young and was devoted to Buddhism. This was the first time he went down the mountain, but he did not expect to encounter such a cruel scene. Ci Hang, who had always been calm, was angry for the first time.
He looked at Jiujiu with obvious emotions in his eyes. He looked at Jiujiu with obvious disgust and left with a flick of his sleeve.
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