Chapter 812: Transformed Into a Mortal? Transformed Into a God? Transformed Into a Demon!

Although Meng Fan was angry at the moment, he still did not kill the two villagers.

Because these villagers tied him up, but he did not know what the purpose of tying him up was.

If they tied him up to kill him, then these villagers really deserved to die, and he did not mind slaughtering the whole village.

But if it was not the case, and there were other purposes, or they were forced to do so, then they would not be guilty of death.

Although he did not agree with the indiscriminate killing of innocent people mentioned by the old monk, Meng Fan also had his own identification of innocence.

The indiscriminate killing of innocent people mentioned by the old monk was not the same as the indiscriminate killing of innocent people in Meng Fan's mind.

However, the most urgent task was to leave here, rather than to find out whether these villagers were innocent.

Just when Meng Fan was about to leave the village first, he was surrounded by a group of villagers.

These villagers stared at him fiercely, which made Meng Fan frown.

"Why did you hurt me?"

Although he thought this sentence was a bit stupid, Meng Fan still asked it.

From his point of view, he really did not want to kill these villagers, but not wanting did not mean not killing.

If these villagers volunteered to die, he could only help them.

Regardless of whether they were innocent or not, Meng Fan's bottom line was that he would rather die than his fellow Taoists. He had goodness in his heart, but he was not a saint.

Between the death of others and his own death, he would definitely choose the death of others!

In his bones, Meng Fan was still a very selfish person.

Meng Fan himself admitted this.

"Since you escaped from Qingliang Mountain, you are definitely not a good person. Qingliang Mountain robs the rich to help the poor and acts chivalrously and righteously, and never hurts innocent people. No matter who you are, you are definitely not innocent!"

Village Chief Yang stood up again, looking at Meng Fan coldly.

Rob the rich to help the poor?

Act chivalrous and righteous?

That sounds really good.

The government needs evidence to solve the case, and they really only rely on their mouths.

Even if it is really robbing the rich to help the poor and acting chivalrously and righteously, there must be innocent people among them.

Let's take a step back and say that there is no innocent.

What's wrong with the rich? You just go up and rob him?

Rob the rich to help the poor, that sounds good.

Even if robbing the rich is not wrong, you are the poor who help the poor, right?

Meng Fan did not believe what others said, but only believed what he saw.

The old village chief swore that there was absolutely no innocent, but he was innocent!

There were not many innocent people like him who were wrongly killed?

Thinking of this, Meng Fan's eyes turned cold.

He glanced at the villagers who stopped him.

One, two, three... nineteen.

Nineteen villagers in total.

There was also a hound, which also bared its teeth at Meng Fan.

Just to make it twenty!

The old monk in Meng Fan's mind sensed the murderous aura rising from Meng Fan and was shocked.

He knew very well that although Meng Fan was a mortal now, he was not a mortal in essence, at least his combat experience was not that of a mortal.

If Meng Fan started killing, all these villagers would die, and none of them would survive.

"Donor Meng, calm down!

If you want to leave, these people can't stop you at all, so there's no need to kill them. They are just mortals after all, so there's no need to bother with them.

Besides, the path of becoming a mortal, becoming a god or a demon is all in a thought. If you're not careful, you will not only fail to become a mortal, but you will even fall into the path of demons!"

This time, Meng Fan didn't answer the old monk again.

They are mortals?

Am I not a mortal anymore?

What does it mean to become a mortal? It means to stand from the perspective of a mortal.

Be compassionate and sympathetic.

What mortals can't do, that's what saints do!

Distinguish clearly between gratitude and resentment, and repay hatred and gratitude. This is what mortals do.

As for the demonization mentioned by the old monk, he didn't take it to heart. Meng Fan was already a little annoyed by this transformation.

What transformation into a god or a demon, he only wants to understand with one thought.

What does it matter if he turns into a demon in the end?

As long as there is God in his heart, he is still Meng Fan even if his body turns into a demon!

Seeing Meng Fan not speaking, the old monk understood Meng Fan's attitude even more. He really wanted to kill these villagers.

For a moment, the old monk was extremely anxious.

From his point of view, if Meng Fan killed these villagers, it would be adding to his karma.

If others killed innocent people indiscriminately, it would be fine, but he really didn't want to see Meng Fan do this.

Meng Fan picked up a branch from the ground. The branch was not even straight, but a little bent, but at this moment, the branch was Meng Fan's sword.

Even if he was a mortal Meng Fan, once he held the sword, he would not be a mortal, at least not an ordinary mortal.

He was not a sword cultivator now.

But he was also... a swordsman!

Swordsman Meng Fan.

Meng Fan's branch drew a shallow line on the ground.

"I will only say this once. Anyone who crosses this line will die!"

After saying this, Meng Fan turned and walked away. He was going to leave the village.

This was also the last chance for these villagers. As long as they did not cross the line, he would not kill them.

But Meng Fan himself knew very well that these villagers would definitely cross the line and would not be intimidated by his words.

This sentence was actually said to Meng Fan himself, which was equivalent to giving himself an excuse to take action.

It was a bit sanctimonious, but many times, many mortals would have a sanctimonious side, which is also one of the essences of human nature.

Mortals, vulgar people, are not saints.

There is no perfect person!

"You are so arrogant when you are about to die. I really don't know what you are pretending to be. I can't stand it anymore. I will kill you now." A burly man, bare-armed and holding a wooden spear in his hand, rushed towards Meng Meng. Fan.

This should be the hunter in the village, and his combat effectiveness in the village is high-end.

Generally speaking, the one who jumps out first is the most confident and indeed the strongest among the crowd.

This kind of person feels that if he doesn't jump out first, he will lose face.

It's a pity that losing face is not terrible, but losing one's life is terrible!

The big man took three steps at a time and quickly crossed the line drawn by Meng Fan with branches.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

Meng Fan's face was expressionless, but the old monk in his mind was panicked and angry. This big man was really looking for death.

"Almsgiver Meng, I beg you, please don't kill innocent people indiscriminately. I have been following you all these years and have helped a lot. Even if I have no credit, I still have troubles. This is the first time I beg you, please don't kill these villagers." The monk shouted anxiously in Meng Fan's mind.

It should be said or not, although the old monk is pedantic, his compassionate heart is true.

There are many sanctimonious people in Buddhism who have a golden appearance but a dark heart, but the old monk is obviously not like this.

He is truly kind!

Buddhism has been able to stand for so long only because of these pious people.

For a moment, Meng Fan frowned.

It is undeniable that the old monk has followed him for so long and has really helped him a lot. This is indeed the first time he has asked himself.

"Alas." Meng Fan sighed slightly.

The old monk said it for this reason, and Meng Fan really couldn't help but give him this face.

"This is the first and last time. Considering that you have helped me a lot before, I will give you this face today, but there will be no next time. You'd better not mention it next time, and I won't agree if you mention it. you!"

In fact, what the old monk did was stupid. It was equivalent to using up the previous favor for such a meaningless purpose.

From another perspective, Meng Fan owed him a favor. He just asked Meng Fan to rebuild his body for him, and Meng Fan would find a way.

Using Meng Fan's kindness to save the lives of these villagers would be a waste of resources.

not worth it!

What's more, these villagers are not innocent in the true sense.

Although saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, Meng Fan didn't think the old monk could build a pagoda in this way.