"Shakya, Wuji?" Ye Qing and Huangfu Ziyu glanced at each other, this would definitely not be in the Buddhist scriptures. Because, things like Wuji will never appear in Buddhist scriptures, which is the commonly used language of Taoism. The title of Buddhism and the title of Taoism are put together, and it is definitely not something in the Buddhist scriptures.

"You just said that Wuji is also a name?" Ye Qing frowned and said, "This Wuji, is it ...... Is it also a person's name?"

"It was too long, and I just glanced at it at the time, and I didn't remember much, so I don't know what it was. Liu Mubai said.

Huangfu Ziyu suddenly said: "What's the use of the three of us guessing at each other here, that old guy Wang Laoba must know, just ask him if you don't know." ”

"That's right!" Ye Qing patted his thigh and said, "If you find this old guy, you will know everything." However, the old guy doesn't know where to hide now. ”

"Can he hide for the rest of his life?" Huangfu Ziyu pursed his lips and said, "I guess, this old guy may have arrived in Shenchuan City by now." Even if you can't find him during this time, he will still appear in front of you one day. ”

Ye Qing nodded, Wang Laoba, this old guy, when you need him, why can't you find him. When you don't need him, this old guy can swing before your eyes. Therefore, you can't be in a hurry to find him, just do it like this, maybe one day he will come out.

Not long after, several groups of policemen arrived here, and Liu Changping also personally led the team over. However, the killing here has long been over, and even Ye Qing and the three of them failed to catch the murderer, and Liu Changping was also very surprised.

Ye Qing didn't tell Liu Changping about the white-haired Ding San carefully, because even he couldn't believe it, let alone Liu Changping. If he really told Liu Changping, Liu Changping might think he was crazy. After all, this exchange of blood is difficult for anyone to accept. How many things are hidden in the three gates of heaven, earth and man left by Guiguzi that science cannot explain? It seems that only those who have been there can know.

Since Shakya said that the white-haired Ding San would no longer make trouble in Eastern Province, Ye Qing and the three of them did not stay here in Tianhui City anymore. He sued Liu Changping, saying that the murderer had escaped and would not kill anyone else in the Eastern Province. Liu Changping was convinced of Ye Qing's words, but the murderer escaped, and this case is still there. Therefore, Liu Changping did not leave directly, but continued to stay in Tianhui City to deal with some follow-up matters.

As for the arrest of the murderer, in fact, Liu Changping did not have much hope. Although Liu Changping doesn't believe in those superstitious things, he knows that there are warriors in this world. And that murderer is not even afraid of bullets, he must be a strong martial artist, and he is definitely not a person that these policemen can deal with. Therefore, Liu Changping reported the matter to the Beijing Police Department, even if he couldn't solve the case, he didn't have to bear much responsibility. After all, the affairs of those warriors are not in the hands of the police department!

However, after this matter was transmitted to the Beijing Police Department, it was passed through the capital and passed on to various martial arts families. Although the police department doesn't care about the affairs of the warriors, it does not mean that these warriors can be lawless. In fact, there is an unwritten rule within the warriors, and the warriors are not allowed to bully and kill ordinary people at will. And the white-haired Ding San killed so many people, those martial arts families will definitely find a way to deal with him, so there is no need for the police department to deal with it.

Here, Ye Qing and the three of them said goodbye to Liu Changping and rushed back to Shenchuan City directly. On the other side, in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Tianhui City, the white-haired Ding San was hung head-down and to-to-top on the beam, buckets of blood poured down from top to bottom, and the white-haired Ding San's whole body was stained red with blood. However, he still held the photo tightly in his hand, but his eyes had begun to slowly turn red.

Next to him, a monk in a blood-red robe was looking coldly at the white-haired Ding San. He was still covered with black energy, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in darkness. The murderous aura all over his body is not concealed at all. If a timid person stands beside him, I am afraid that he will be frightened by his murderous aura.

This monk is none other than the blood-clothed monk who kills the master of the sect. The white-haired Ding San is the product of his bet with his senior brother Shakya. Shakya chased him for fifteen years, and this time, he found the murder book and the murder knife, and cultivated a white-haired Ding San, just to make a bet with Shakya and get rid of Shakya completely. However, he didn't expect that there would be some small mistakes in this bet.

The reason why he chose Ding San was actually because Ding San was resentful, and the whole person had long been replaced by hatred. Such a person, coupled with the inducement of the murder book and the murder knife, will only become a killing machine, bloodthirsty like a beast. In fact, the white-haired Ding San killed more than 300 people in less than ten days, which also made him very satisfied. As long as Ding San is completely accused by the murder book and the murder knife, he will win this bet.

However, he didn't expect that there would be a flaw in his plan. Ding San was not completely controlled by hatred, and there was still a trace of concern in his heart. And this concern is Ding San's son who was placed in Ye Qing's orphanage. Because of this son, he almost made the blood-clothed monk's plan completely fail. Therefore, just now he rushed out in time and brought back the white-haired Ding San, and now he is watering him with blood, just to restore his murderous nature.

Seeing that the white-haired Ding San's eyes gradually turned red, the blood-clothed monk was very satisfied. He knew that the white-haired Ding San was recovering his murderous nature little by little, and it wouldn't be long before he would turn into that murderous beast without blinking.

Suddenly, the blood-clothed monk turned his head sharply to look at a window behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Come out!"

"Hahaha......" There was a sound of laughter outside, and then a monk in a yellow monk's robe jumped in from outside and laughed: "Second senior brother, don't come unharmed!"

Seeing this monk, the blood-clothed monk's face softened slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Huanxi monk, you are still alive?"

"Second Senior Brother, I haven't seen each other for so many years, as soon as you meet, curse me like this!" The person who came was the monk Huanxi, he smiled and said: "Thanks to the second senior brother's Hongfu, I am not only alive, but also living very well." ”

Monk Huanxi said, turned his head and glanced at the white-haired Ding San again, and said, "Hey, senior brother, after so many years, you are still so bloody." With so much blood, how many kills do you have to kill to get it together?"

"Hmph!" The blood-clothed monk snorted coldly and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years, but I didn't expect you to become merciful?" Senior brother, you don't have to lecture me, you are no better than me. I saw it, our four senior brothers responded to the master's words, greed, hatred, anger, everything, no one is better than the other. ”

"You think so, but Senior Brother doesn't think so. Monk Huanxi smiled and said: "Although the wine and meat are not separated from the mouth, the Buddha of the person is left in his heart." ”

"Hypocrisy!" The blood-clothed monk said in a deep voice: "If he really becomes a Buddha, I haven't seen him sacrifice his life to feed tigers and cut meat to feed eagles." ”

"Well said!" Monk Huanxi laughed, turned his head and said, "Senior brother, I'll just say that I can't talk about him, you have to let me come by myself." Now it's okay, I'll get you in too, and you can come and tell him yourself!"

Hearing this, the blood-clothed monk's face suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice: "You...... You came with him?"

Monk Huanxi shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "No way, who let the family save me in the capital, I don't seem to be able to escape." ”

After the Huanxi monk was rescued by Shakya in the capital last time, he also knew the gap between himself and the Five Uniques, and he didn't dare to make a mistake anymore, and he has been following Shakya's side.

"Hey!" Shakya's sigh came from outside the window, and not long after, Shakya slowly walked in through the door.

"I didn't ask you to reason with him, why are you telling him so much?" Shakya said to the happy monk.

Monk Huanxi shrugged his shoulders and said, "Could it be that you still let me fight with him? ”

"Forget it, I'll do it. Shakya ignored the Huanxi monk, walked straight to the blood-clothed monk, and said, "Senior brother, you seem to have lost this bet." ”

"Nonsense!" the blood-clothed monk said angrily, "What do you mean that I lost? He killed so many people, how can I be considered a loser?"

"We're betting on whether this person will stop killing. In other words, what we are betting on is whether this person will regain his humanity. Shakya said: "He didn't kill Ye Qing just now, haven't you understood it? Even if you use the murder book and the murder knife to accuse him, but he is still unhumane!"

"Nonsense!" The blood-clothed monk shook his head categorically and said, "This is all your own thoughts, I sue you, what human nature is not lost, it is purely a fart." The reason why he lost control was because he had not been completely accused by the murder book and the murder knife. He had only killed more than 300 people, and if this murder book and murder knife wanted to control him, he had to kill at least a thousand people, and he could only have an effect after absorbing enough blood from a thousand people. It's too early for you to say that now!"

"Really?" Shakya looked at the blood-clothed monk with a light smile and said, "So, you are still unconvinced?"

The blood-clothed monk said angrily: "I didn't lose again, why should I take it!"

"Since you are not convinced, then I will give you another chance, lest you say that Senior Brother is bullying you. Shakya smiled: "However, you have already committed a foul once today." Fouls, you have to pay the price!"

The blood-clothed monk gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

Shakya said calmly: "It's very simple, I just need you to say a word, then I can give you another chance!"

"A word?" the blood-clothed monk groaned slightly, and said, "What words?"