"Haha, why do I want shame? It's something that can't be eaten. And..." Song Shuhang pointed to his mouth, and silently said to the owner of the altar from an angle that the foreign monk could not see: "I'm not a senior, I'm an ordinary college student. There is no error in what you have found."

Song Shuhang has always believed that lying and lying is an incorrect behavior.

But when people live in the world, they are inevitably going to tell lies sometimes, such as lies with kindness, which is inevitable.

However, Shuhang believes that even if it is a kind lie, when it is time to expose it, it is best to explain it to others. Being a human being means being honest, which is the basic trust between people!

"Chi!" The owner of the altar trembled and he exhaled a mouthful of blood in anger.

"I curse you...I curse you! I will turn into a ghost of the past, and I will seek you forever!" The master of the altar returned and shouted!

After yelling, his anger broke.

The master of the altar——Farewell!

"I'll die this time." Song Shuhang stood there and waited for a while. After feeling that there was no danger, he pinched the "Armor Talisman" with one hand and came to the side of the altar master.

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

But for the sake of insurance, Song Shuhang still raised the black flying sword and slashed the head of the altar master with one sword.

Jiang Ziyan once reminded him that there are too many ways to save lives by monks, so it is best to confirm that the other party is dead. If the other party is a second-grade monk, it will be almost done if he cuts his head.

The sword is without traces, and blood is not touched.

Song Shuhang sighed secretly. In just two days, he had cut off the heads of two people. This time, he did not use the "True Self Meditation Sutra", but instead kept himself calm by his willpower.

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

Those who are weak and have weak minds will not go far along the way by monks.

The Lord of the Altar was the second monk who died at Shuhang's hands. Like the first long-armed man, although he was dead, his spirit would "live" for a long time in Song Shuhang's memory. Although he could not live forever...

The incident of Linggui and the altar master has come to an end for the time being.

In a short period of time, no one will ever have any idea of ​​slapping him.

As soon as the altar master died, some of his subordinates were in a state of no leader. This was enough for them to be confused for a long time and they could not cause many waves in a short period of time.

In addition, I knew that the Lord of the Hall came to Jiangcheng University Town and was related to Song Shuhang's spirit ghost. There were only the Lord of the Hall, the man with a long arm, and the assassin who entered Shuhang's room. All three had failed, so no one of the subordinates of the Lord of the Hall knew the connection between the Lord of the Hall of the "Song Shuhang".

Even if they want to avenge their master, they will be in no way possible in a short period of time.

And as long as there is a little more time... these subordinates are not a threat to Song Shuhang. At that time, even if these subordinates don’t come to Song Shuhang, Shuhang will come to him!

He lacks a practical target. These guys with beast head and claw marks will be Shuhang's good practical targets for the future. Moreover, they can fight and destroy the enemy in real combat, and maybe they can also have some spoils, killing three goals in one fell swoop!

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end." Song Shuhang said softly, he took out the 'corpse water' and poured it on the body of the owner of the altar.

A pungent smell came... The clothes on the altar owner were melted cleanly - but his body was not melted by the corpse liquid.

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

It will be very troublesome, keep such a dismembered body. Even if the surveillance camera has been destroyed, the body will attract the attention of the police uncles.

Song Shuhang was a little distressed.

At this time, the Yang monk suddenly spoke, "Senior is worried about this guy's body?"

"Can you deal with it?" Song Shuhang turned his head, with a soft smile on his face, and continued to maintain his mastery style.

The foreign monk raised his thumbs up and said, "Senior, please leave this matter to me and solve it with confidence. I can handle it!"

"Since you said that, I'll trouble you. I will remember your favor." Song Shuhang was relaxed.

"Senior, don't say that, my life is saved by me, and this little thing is not worth mentioning!" The foreign monk looked confident, as if solving the problem of corpses and the subway was a trivial matter.

His confident appearance reminded Shuhang of the cool things that often appear in online novels such as the "Huaxia Dragon Group", the "Huaxia Supernatural Team", and the "Huaxia Cultivator Alliance".

Perhaps this foreign monk is a member of a similar organization? He may have a mysterious red notebook. Even if the police uncles come, the foreign monk can solve all the troubles as long as he takes out the red notebook!

Song Shuhang thought so in his heart, then stepped forward a few steps and lifted the little black box of the owner of the altar.

Intuition told him that there would be good things in the small box of the owner of the altar.

After lifting the box, he returned to the little loli family and sat down on the spot.

Calculate the time, the passengers are almost about to wake up from the dizziness, right?

...

...

At this time, after the foreign monk came to the side of the altar master, he put his hands together: "Only all sentient beings can achieve Bodhi, and hell has not been empty, and hell will not become a Buddha."

This is the great vow of Ksitigarbha of Buddha Sect, and the foreign monk seems to like this vow very much.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the side of the corpse of the altar owner and began to recite the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha's Soul-Shipping Sutra" in his mouth. As he recited, the rich light of merit wrapped him up again.

In the front of the subway and next to the corpse of the altar owner, several souls were vaguely transformed by foreign monks.

As the soul was transformed, a mysterious force was divided into three parts between heaven and earth and landed on the foreign monk.

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

Song Shuhang widened his eyes slightly - he actually had this effect when storing people's souls? At the same time, he strengthened the physical body, mental power, and merits!

Although it is not as good as taking body quenching fluids, practicing basic boxing techniques.

But compared to ordinary running, fitness is a hundred times better!

"Remember it and ask senior pharmacist if the Taoist monks have a way to save people's souls and whether they can increase their mental power and physical body." Song Shuhang said in his heart.

At the same time, he also vaguely understood why there were always virtuous monks in ancient times. They did not charge a penny to save people's souls, but instead took the initiative to find souls to pass on. If you don't let him pass on his soul, he would be anxious about you. I guess those monks are real disciples of the Buddhist sect like this foreign monk.

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

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

"What happened?"

"I seem to remember that the monk ran back to the carriage, and when the carriage was blackened, I knew nothing."

"Where is the monk?"

As the good guests talked, they soon discovered the foreign monk... and the corpse of the altar master who had been cut into five pieces beside the foreign monk.

Quiet...silent.

Then, there was a scream of horror.

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

"Ahhhh!" The passengers near the car rushed to the front of the car door and opened the car door manually. Regardless of the situation outside the car, all the passengers screamed and ran out.

Some people vomited all over the floor with disgusting eyes, while others simply turned white and fell to the ground and continued to be dizzy.

If it is an ordinary dead person, everyone has been influenced by the news for a long time and will not be too frightened. But this time it is different. Is it true that the five horses are dismembered? The dead person has been cut into five pieces!

At the same time... there were also screams in the carriage in front. There were the corpses of two subordinates of the altar masters, and they were gnawed by Guiyou, which also attracted the passengers in the carriage to run away.

Aside Shuhang, his father in a white shirt, his young mother and the little girl all woke up.

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

He felt that the little brother was also a master. At that time, the other party said 'it was too late' and asked them to stay by his side and not run around. Then they fainted...

"Get out of the car, what's next has nothing to do with us." Song Shuhang smiled and nodded, left the car with a black suitcase, carefully avoiding surveillance.

Before re-entering the monitoring range, he must disguise the black suitcase.

You can't underestimate the current technological power. Maybe the clues were found by the police uncle because of this box!

The father in the white shirt picked up his daughter and left as well. He got into the panicked crowd and headed to the platform in the distance.

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 was a real smart person. He would never mention a word about the black suitcase with others.

...

...

In a chaotic subway station.

The subway staff began to desperately appease the emotional passengers, so as not to cause any greater surprises.

Soon after, the police uncles arrived.

Then the news media arrived at the scene soon.

Important news began to be broadcast live on TV in the subway station, and the subway story was played.

In the live broadcast, the police uncles caught a Western bald monk.

"Yes, I did everything. I killed all three people, I confess. Well, I don't have any accomplices, don't worry, I'm the only one! I won't resist, you guys catch me! But... the train accident has nothing to do with me, really!" The foreign monk was handcuffed in hand with a generous look in his mouth, speaking standard and fluent Mandarin in one go, and his face was generous!

Yes, he was caught.

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

Fortunately, he still had a confident expression on his face. It turns out that what he called solving the incident was to be a scapegoat to take on everything?

Finally, in the live broadcast, the monk Yang gave a thumbs up at the camera before being escorted into the police car, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Ding! The teeth reflect dazzling light under the sunlight!

——Senior, I will never offer you anyway, I will take care of everything!
Chapter completed!