Chapter 89 The Foreign Monk Is Shining!

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Song Shuhang always believed that lying and deceiving people was wrong.

But when people live in this world, it is inevitable that they will sometimes tell lies, such as white lies. This is unavoidable.

However, Shuhang believes that even if it is a white lie, when it can be exposed, it is best to explain it to others. Being a human being means being honest with each other. This is the basic trust between people!

"Chi!" The altar owner's upper body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood angrily.

"I curse you...I curse you! I will turn into a calendar ghost and look for you to pay for my life forever!" The altar owner turned back to the light and roared!

After yelling, he lost his breath.

Altar leader - rush to the street!

"I'm going to die this time." Song Shuhang stood there and waited for a while. After feeling that there was no danger, he held the 'A Talisman' in one hand and came to the altar master's side.

This time, the altar owner has completely died, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

But to be on the safe side, Song Shuhang still raised the black flying sword and chopped off the altar master's head with one strike.

Jiang Ziyan once reminded him that monks have too many life-saving techniques, so to confirm the death of the other party, it is best to destroy the body and eliminate traces. If the opponent is a second-grade monk, just behead him.

The sword leaves no mark and no blood is stained.

Song Shuhang secretly sighed. In just two days, he had beheaded two people. But this time, he did not use the 'True Self Meditation Sutra', but relied on his own willpower to keep himself calm.

He cannot always rely on the 'True Self Meditation Sutra'. The road to becoming a monk is still long, and he must adapt to some things. Over-reliance on external things will make him weak.

Those who are weak and weak-willed will not be able to go far as a monk.

The Altar Master was the second monk to die in Shuhang's hands. Like the first long-armed man, although he died, his spirit would 'live' in Song Shuhang's memory for a long time. Although it cannot last forever...

The incident between the spirit ghost and the altar master,

It's over for now.

In a short period of time, no one will be interested in his spirit ghost.

Once the altar leader died, some of his subordinates were leaderless. This was enough for them to be confused for a long time, and they could no longer make many waves in a short period of time.

In addition, the only people who knew that the Altar Master came to Jiangcheng University City were related to Song Shuhang's spirit ghost were the Altar Master, the long-armed man, and the assassin who entered Shuhang's room. All three have been thrown into the street, so no one among the Altar Master’s subordinates knows the connection between the Altar Master’s ‘Song Shuhang’.

Even if they wanted to avenge their master, they would be unable to do so in a short period of time.

And as long as some time passes...these subordinates will not be a threat to Song Shuhang. At that time, even if these subordinates don't come looking for Song Shuhang, Shuhang will come!

He lacks actual combat targets. These guys with the marks of beast heads and claws will be Shuhang's good combat targets for some time in the future. Moreover, he can not only fight in actual combat but also destroy enemies, and maybe even get some loot, killing three birds with one stone!

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end." Song Shuhang said softly, he took out the 'Corpse Transformation Water' and poured some on the body of the altar owner.

A pungent smell came... the altar owner's clothes were completely melted - but his body was not melted by the corpse liquid.

"This thing can only melt the body of a first-grade monk? I thought it was a big treasure."

It would be very troublesome, leaving such a dismembered body. Even if the surveillance has been destroyed, the body will still attract the attention of the police officers.

Song Shuhang was a little troubled.

At this time, the foreign monk suddenly said: "Senior, are you worried about this guy's body?"

"Can you handle it?" Song Shuhang turned his head, with a soft smile on his face, and continued to maintain his superior demeanor.

The foreign monk gave a thumbs up and said: "Senior, please feel free to leave this matter to me, I can handle it!"

"Since you said that, I'm sorry to bother you, but I will remember your favor." Song Shuhang said happily.

"Senior, don't say that. My life was saved by senior. This little thing is nothing!" The foreign monk looked confident, as if solving the corpse and the trouble on the subway were all trivial matters.

His confident look reminded Shuhang of cool things like the 'Chinese Dragon Group', 'Chinese Superpower Team', and 'Chinese Cultivator Alliance' that often appear in online novels.

Maybe this foreign monk is a member of a similar organization? There may be a mysterious little red notebook on him. Even if the police officers come, the foreign monk can solve all the troubles by just taking out the red notebook!

Song Shuhang thought this in his mind, then took a few steps forward and picked up the small black box of the Altar Master.

His intuition told him that there would be something good in the little box of the altar owner.

After picking up the box, he returned to Xiao Loli's family and sat down on the spot.

Counting the time, the passengers will almost wake up from their coma, right?

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At this time, the foreign monk came to the side of the altar owner and clasped his hands together: "Only when all sentient beings are saved can we realize Bodhi. Until the hell is empty, I swear that I will never become a Buddha."

These words are the great oath of Ksitigarbha, the Buddhist sect, and the foreign monk seems to like this oath very much.

Afterwards, he sat cross-legged next to the corpse of the altar owner and began to recite the Ksitigarbha Soul Sutra. As he chanted, the rich light of merit enveloped him again.

In the front carriage of the subway and next to the altar owner's body, there were vaguely a few souls transformed by foreign monks.

After the soul was transformed, a mysterious force between heaven and earth split into three and landed on the foreign monk.

The next moment, the foreign monk's "Light of Merit" became stronger; his huge spiritual power expanded; his physical body was also strengthened!

Song Shuhang's eyes widened slightly - the ability to save people's souls actually has such an effect? Strengthen your physical body, mental strength, and merit at the same time!

Although it is not as good as taking body tempering liquid and practicing basic boxing techniques.

But it is a hundred times better than ordinary running and fitness!

"Write it down and ask Senior Medicine Master later if Dao Sect monks have any way to transfer people's souls and increase their spiritual power and physical body." Song Shuhang thought to himself.

At the same time, he also vaguely understood why there were always virtuous monks in ancient times. They perform rituals to convert people's souls without charging a penny. Instead, they take the initiative to go to various places to find souls to be converted. If you don't let him transform his soul, he will still be in a hurry with you. I guess those eminent monks, like this foreign monk, are true disciples of Buddhism.

While thinking, the passengers in the carriage woke up one by one.

Everyone remembers that they had a terrible nightmare, but the second half of the nightmare became peaceful again.

"What happened?"

"I seem to remember that the eminent monk ran back to the carriage. Finally, when the carriage went dark, I didn't know anything."

"Where's the eminent monk?"

While the obedient guests were chattering away, they soon discovered the foreign monk... and the corpse of the altar owner who was chopped into five pieces next to the foreign monk.

Silence...silence.

Then, there were screams of terror.

"It's dead, it's dead!"

"Ahhh!" Passengers near the carriage rushed to the door and opened it manually. Regardless of what was happening outside the carriage, all the passengers screamed and ran out.

Some people felt sick and vomited all over the floor on the spot, while others simply turned their eyes white and fell to the ground to continue to faint.

If it were an ordinary dead person, everyone would have been influenced by the news for a long time and would not be too frightened. But this time is different. Is it possible to divide the body into pieces? The dead man was cut into five pieces!

At the same time... there were also screams from the car in front. There were two corpses of the altar owner's subordinates there, bitten by ghosts until they were reduced to human form. It also caused the passengers in the carriage to run for their lives.

Beside Shuhang, the white-shirted father, the young mother, and the little girl all woke up.

The father in the white shirt did not rush to get off the car, but first looked at Song Shuhang who was sitting next to them, and asked in a respectful voice: "Little brother, can we get off the car now?"

He felt that this little brother was also an expert. At that time, the other party said, "It's too late," and asked them to stay with him and stop running around. Then they fainted...

"Get out of the car, what happens next has nothing to do with us." Song Shuhang smiled and nodded, carrying the black suitcase and leaving the car, carefully avoiding surveillance.

Before re-entering the surveillance range, he had to disguise the black suitcase.

Don't underestimate the power of today's technology. Maybe the police will find clues because of this box!

The father in the white shirt picked up his daughter and left with her. Blend into the panicked crowd and head to the far platform.

Finally, he carefully looked at the black suitcase in Shuhang's hand.

I still vaguely remember that when Shuhang came with them, he didn't have this box in his hand... Of course, he is a really smart man. Never mention a black suitcase to anyone.

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In a chaotic subway station.

The subway staff began to desperately calm the agitated passengers to avoid causing a bigger accident.

Soon after, the police officers arrived.

The news media soon arrived at the scene.

Emergency news began to be broadcast live on the TV in the subway station, and what was shown was the subway accident.

In the live broadcast, the police officers captured a bald Western monk.

"Yes, I did everything. I killed all three people, I confess. Well, I don't have any accomplices, don't worry, it's just me! I won't resist, just arrest me! But ...The train accident had nothing to do with me, really!" The foreign monk spoke standard and fluent Mandarin, and was handcuffed obediently, with a generous look on his face!

Yes, he was caught.

There is no red book, no Chinese Dragon Group, and no special forces.

Thanks to his confident expression, it turned out that his so-called solution to the incident was to be the scapegoat to shoulder everything?

Finally, in the live broadcast footage, the foreign monk gave a thumbs up to the camera before being escorted into the police car. Showing a mouth of white teeth.

Ding! Those teeth reflect the dazzling light under the sunlight!

——Senior, I will not surrender you under any circumstances, so I will bear everything on my own!

At this time, the foreign monk was just like the Virgin, exuding a light that was hard to look directly at!