Chapter 817: Meng Fan, the Murderous Man, and the Selfishness of the Old Monk

Qingliang Mountain.

Hearing these three words, the old monk already knew what Meng Fan wanted to do.

This is a killing spree!

After slaughtering Guihua Village, this guy was not satisfied and actually wanted to slaughter Qingliang Mountain.

Logically speaking, these Qingliang Mountain bandits are evil and deserve to die. From the red-clothed woman, the second in command of Qingliang Mountain, we can see what kind of organization the Qingliang Mountain bandits are.

But according to Meng Fan's previous character, he was too lazy to cause trouble for Qingliang Mountain.

There are many unfair things in the world, and Meng Fan will take care of them when he encounters them. This red-clothed woman is such an encounter.

And Qingliang Mountain is not an "encounter".

This kind of going to the trouble of others is not Meng Fan's character.

The old monk had a vague feeling that Meng Fan at this moment was not simply trying to eliminate violence and protect the good, but was really killing mad.

[It's broken]

The old monk felt a little anxious and felt that Meng Fan could not continue to develop like this.

Obviously, this is not a good thing.

Meng Fan has definitely been affected by something strange. This is not a doubt, but a certainty.

The more this is the case, the more he cannot let Meng Fan's temper run wild.

He must return to Shushan Sword Sect as soon as possible to find and solve the problem.

"Meng, you can go to Qingliang Mountain at any time, but if there is something wrong with your body, you can't delay it. Let's return to Shushan Sword Sect first, right?" The old monk advised Meng Fan.

Meng Fan shook his head and didn't take the old monk's words to heart.

"Qingliang Mountain is nearby. There is no need to go back to Shushan Sword Sect first. Just eradicate the cancer of Qingliang Mountain on the way."

Hearing this, the old monk continued to persuade Meng Fan.

But after talking for a long time, there was no effect. Meng Fan had made up his mind, and what the old monk said was equivalent to fart.

Just after noon, Meng Fan rushed to Qingliang Mountain.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he did not rush up the mountain.

Although Meng Fan wanted to eradicate the cancer of Qingliang Mountain, he still had reason.

Now he is just a mortal, although he is a mortal with strong fighting power, but he is still a mortal.

Being able to kill the second in command of Qingliang Mountain does not mean that he can destroy the entire Qingliang Mountain.

Two fists cannot beat four hands, this is the most true portrayal of mortals.

Seeing Meng Fan hesitated here, the old monk took the opportunity to continue to persuade: "Mr. Meng, eradicating such mountain bandits is certainly for the people to eliminate harm, but you can't put yourself in danger. After all, you are just a mortal now."

Meng Fan understood what the old monk said, and he really regarded his own safety as the most important.

"Let's take a look first. If it really doesn't work, I won't do it recklessly."

In the end, Meng Fan still chose to go up the mountain.

But he was stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Meng Fan found an excuse, saying that he was persecuted by corrupt officials and had no choice but to come to Qingliang Mountain to join the gang.

Although this excuse was very poor, the world was like this, and the mountain bandit who stopped Meng Fan did not have any doubts.

However, the bandit looked down on Meng Fan because he was so delicate and tender.

But these bandits were not picky. Even if a waste joined the gang, it would be a strength.

In the end, Meng Fan was roughly examined and joined Qingliang Mountain, becoming a low-level bandit who was responsible for burning fires and doing odd jobs.

It would be difficult for Meng Fan to deal with hundreds of bandits directly on the mountain.

It was a prudent approach to penetrate the enemy and investigate the situation first.

"Mr. Meng, why bother so much? Let's go back to Shushan Sword Sect first. Qingliang Mountain will be dealt with later. It's just a matter of moving your fingers." The old monk still did not give up persuading Meng Fan to return to Shushan Sword Sect as soon as possible.

"Just leaving like this, I always feel that some thoughts are not clear." Meng Fan said to the old monk.

After staying in Qingliang Mountain for two days, Meng Fan had almost figured out the details of Qingliang Mountain.

He also gave up the idea of ​​​​annihilating the entire Qingliang Mountain.

Because there are actually many children on Qingliang Mountain.

These children do not know where they came from. They exercise and practice martial arts every day in Qingliang Mountain, and are cultivated as the future strength of Qingliang Mountain.

Growing up in such an environment, these children will naturally not be good people when they grow up.

"Old monk, if I sit back and do nothing about Qingliang Mountain, these children will become bandits who kill without blinking an eye in the future. Buddha said that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I eradicate these bandits, which can be regarded as saving these children."

The old monk did not refute this view, and there was no need to refute it.

From the old monk's point of view, he is just worried about Meng Fan's physical condition now, not that he thinks Meng Fan did something wrong.

That night, Meng Fan sneaked into the house of the big boss of Qingliang Mountain.

After a while, he came out with a bloody iron sword.

There is no shortage of weapons in Qingliang Mountain. On this dark and windy night, he naturally has a way to get an iron sword.

After killing the big boss, Meng Fan's next target is the third boss.

After an incense stick of time, all five leaders of Qingliang Mountain died under Meng Fan's sword.

This kind of groping and assassination one by one was not a difficult task for Meng Fan.

After killing the five leaders, Meng Fan did not stop, and continued to kill with his sword.

In the eyes of the old monk, this was really a killing spree.

An hour later...

Until Meng Fan walked towards a child with an iron sword, the old monk could no longer sit still.

He shouted frantically in Meng Fan's mind, but Meng Fan was already bloodthirsty and could not hear the old monk's voice at all.

This is really crazy!

The old monk was anxious and knew that there was a problem. He should have tried his best to persuade Meng Fan to return to Shushan Sword Sect.

At this time, it was impossible to say that Meng Fan was not affected by anything. '

Even if the old monk stood from Meng Fan's perspective, he knew that Meng Fan would not attack these children, especially when Meng Fan was still talking about saving these children during the day.

"Donor Meng, wake up, you have lost your mind, open your eyes and see who you are going to kill!!!" The old monk shouted frantically in Meng Fan's mind.

But Meng Fan ignored him and walked towards a child with a sword.

At this time, the only way for the old monk was to use his strength to stop Meng Fan.

But in a sense, he is also a part of Meng Fan, living in Meng Fan's mind. If he takes action, it will still be equivalent to Meng Fan taking action, which is equivalent to making Meng Fan fail in his transformation.

And the best outcome of failing to transform into a mortal is to lose all cultivation and become a useless person.

As for the worst outcome, it is death and the old monk will also disappear!

In the end, the old monk gave up and did not choose to interfere.

His kindness is ultimately based on the fact that there is no threat to himself.

Kindness is still a little powerless in the face of selfishness.

"Amitabha." The old monk called helplessly in Meng Fan's mind, and then closed his eyes.