I am a professional at killing time travelers

Huikong kicked open the gate, and the whole scene appeared before him.

At this time, a man called Brother Liu raised his head and stepped on Chun'er's tender belly with his shoe sole: "Who the hell are you!"

Huikong was immediately furious: "Let go! Otherwise, I will have to save you!"

The man called Brother Liu spat at Huikong, and then his smile became even more ferocious: "Bald donkey, if you mind your own business, you will have more soup to drink later! If you...ah!"

Veins bulged on Huikong's forehead, and he punched Brother Liu in the stomach. His fist went into his abdomen, and dark red blood flowed all over the floor.

Huikong didn't give the other party any time at all. He knocked the two men over with three punches and two kicks, and then grabbed their necks and threw them out of the yard.

At this point, the two didn't even have time to beg for mercy, and they became two cold corpses.

Brother Liu was still somewhat conscious at this time. He looked at Huikong with fear in his eyes, his teeth chattering and he begged for mercy in pain: "Sir! Let me go! I won't dare to do it again."

Huikong's eyes were cold. He stepped forward and kicked him directly on the chin. His teeth bit off Brother Liu's tongue. Huikong also grabbed his legs and threw him out of the yard. Then he also left the yard and closed the door.

The mother and daughter immediately wailed, feeling relieved, but more of sadness!

Huikong also woke up from his anger at this time, looking at the three people he threw out with disbelief. The man called Sixth Brother was obviously still alive, his eyes were full of fear, and the fear was also full of resentment.

Huikong hurriedly meditated, clasped his hands together, and kept chanting Buddhist scriptures, as if the scriptures could really heal the wounds in his heart.

The scorching sun shone on his face. It was clearly scorching, but it made him feel cold in his heart.

This day was truly an unforgettable day for him. He was thrown into this inconspicuous village. He broke the precept of lust at the first moment he arrived, and then the precept of anger. The most terrifying thing was that it shattered the Buddhist heart that he had cultivated for more than ten years, and caused him to commit the sin of killing.

If it were the old self, he would definitely convince others with reason, but he clearly had the ability to convince others with reason, but he didn't want to use it! He just wanted to kill! Kill all the injustice in this world, kill all the unfairness in this world, kill all the evil people in this world.

But how is it different between me and these demons when I save others with a knife?

If he had the strength, he could easily separate and subdue the men, but now all he had were those kung fu skills. If he had been gentler, the three men would not have died.

But what if I was too lenient and failed to subdue the other person, and caused trouble to the mother and daughter inside?

Even this mother and daughter may lose their lives because of their mercy.

But I have created the karma of killing, and have also pierced my own Buddhist heart. Is this world really hopeless? But don’t all these disasters come from the exiled immortals?

It's not the world's fault! It's the Exiled Immortal's fault!

Killing the banished immortal would save thousands of people from danger.

While Huikong was in meditation, a fist of inky black gas floated around him, and a bloody and withered shadow stretched out from the black gas.

The skeleton's hand gently stroked Huikong's head, and at this moment Huikong felt even more confused!

"Should he be killed or not? Is killing him right? If it is right, then the Buddha's virtue of loving life is bullshit. If it is wrong, then why did he put Chun'er and her daughter in danger? So is it the Buddha who is wrong, or is it that human nature is evil!"

Huikong's head was covered with sweat. At this time, many people opened the door and looked in Huikong's direction.

Huikong stood up suddenly and glanced at everyone with a ferocious look on his face: "Buddhists should be compassionate, but they also have the appearance of angry Vajra! If you want revenge, just come!"

At this time, an old man knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Huikong: "Thank you for getting rid of the three evils for us! Thank you!"

Seeing the old man taking the lead, many people around knelt in front of Huikong, kowtowed continuously and expressed their gratitude!

Huikong took a step forward, his expression relaxed a little, and gently helped the old man up: "Old donor, could you please tell me how these three people are causing trouble to the village?"

The old man's face was full of tears. Because of his constant kowtowing, his tears mixed with the mud on the ground. His white beard and hair were covered with mud. He gently raised his head and looked at Huikong, with only gratitude in his eyes. When he heard Huikong's question, he gritted his teeth.

"My Lord! You don't know! After the soldiers robbed the food, almost all the young men in my village were slaughtered, and the beautiful women were also captured. These three people escaped because they went hunting in the mountains. These three people have become the three strongest people in our village!"

"These three have done a lot of harm to young girls and wives. They even didn't let my old woman, who is in her sixties, go. But we are powerless! We can't kill them, so we can only swallow our anger. What's more terrible is that instead of going out to harvest crops, they bully the village. During the cold winter last year, when there was no food in the village, these three beasts killed people and cooked porridge! What about my six-year-old grandson!"

“Ah!…Ah…”

The old man cried miserably, his tears flowing like a flood. He collapsed completely and knelt on the ground to grab Huikong's legs.

Huikong was stunned, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes again. The black smoke on his body became more obvious, and was about to turn into substance.

Huikong looked at the twenty or thirty villagers around him with heartache, and saw that each of them was crying with true emotion, with tears streaming down their faces.

He hurriedly said, "Please get up quickly, all donors. The three demons are dead. The day ahead will be sunny and bright!"

The people around couldn't hear what Huikong was saying at all. They just knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

At this moment, the gate of Chun'er's house suddenly opened, and Wang Liushi was seen holding a hatchet in her hand and rushed directly to the bodies of the three people.

It was obvious that Brother Liu was not dead yet. He just watched the hatchet chop him down, but he was powerless to do anything.

It was not until the hatchet hit his head that he completely lost his life.

The surrounding villagers immediately stepped forward to stop Wang Liushi. At this time, the old man advised earnestly: "Yingzi, it's all over! It's all over! Things will be better in the future! Our good days are coming!"

Wang Liu looked at Huikong with tears in her eyes, pushed away the people who were blocking her way, and threw herself on Huikong with a face full of grievance.

Huikong didn't know how to respond for a moment, and just let Wang Liu shed tears on his body.

After a while, maybe she was tired of crying, she gently stood up, lowered her head, and said softly: "Thank you! If it weren't for you, we would... woo woo woo"

Huikong put his hands together and chanted loudly: "Amitabha! I came from Jinshan Temple and came to this precious place to preach the sutras!"