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Chapter 381 The Massacre of Sakurai Ichiro

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    The abbot's eyes opened slightly, then he clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! Let this benefactor stop here! No one with hands stained with blood will be allowed to enter this treasure hall."

    The abbot has long heard about the various behaviors of the Japanese army at the foot of the mountain.  That's why I said this.

    Ichiro Sakurai understands Chinese, and when he heard the abbot¡¯s powerful words, his face suddenly darkened.

    He stared at the abbot with those extremely sinister eyes, and the scar at the corner of his eyebrows kept shaking.

    But the abbot opened his eyes and stared at the demon with blood on his hands.

    Ichiro Sakurai was actually very confused, because he didn't see any fear in the abbot's eyes.  The common people before saw fear in their eyes when they saw him.

    "Youwhere did you get the courage to teach me a lesson here!" Sakurai Ichiro asked the abbot with a smile instead of anger.

    The abbot¡¯s gaze showed no dodge.

    "Amitayus Buddha! Since you have the courage to kill innocent people indiscriminately, why are you afraid of others' criticism of you?" The old abbot asked Sakurai Ichiro in a rich voice.

    Sakurai Ichiro's face gradually became ferocious, and then he said coldly: "Then I have to go to your holy palace! I'll see how you can stop me!"

    After saying that, he walked towards the Main Hall without even looking at the old abbot.

    The old abbot stood there, his eyes slightly closed, and loudly announced the Buddha's name: "Sin! Sin!"

    Sakurai, who was behind, looked at the old abbot, and then whispered to him: "Abbott, don't offend him again, you will die! Don't offend him again!"

    Sakurai knew that his brother had murderous intentions.  But he couldn't do anything. What he could do was to make this righteous old abbot stop teaching the murderous demon.

    Ichiro Sakurai walked into the Main Hall and looked at the majestic Buddha with stern eyes.

    "I, Sakurai Ichiro, have killed no less than a hundred people with my own hands! I heard that if you commit too many crimes, you will go to Rakshasa hell after death! Then I want to see who is in hell.  Dare you touch me, Sakurai Ichiro!" Sakurai Ichiro said, then he took out the Nanbu Fourteen pistol from his waist, pointed it at Tathagata Buddha's face, and fired several shots.

    The statue of Tathagata Buddha in the main hall still maintains that compassionate smile.  Looking at Sakurai Ichiro below, it's like looking at a cricket that has been trying to shake the tree.

    Ichiro Sakurai frowned and yelled: "Damn it! I'm going to kill you all!"

    As he spoke, he ordered the soldiers behind him to set fire to the entire hall.

    After setting the main hall on fire, Ichiro Sakurai walked up to the old abbot provocatively.

    He pointed at the burning Mahavira Palace behind him and said: "Are you desperate? Old man, that Buddha you believe in can't save himself now! He was burned down by my fire! Isn't he very powerful? Let him put out the fire!  Let him save you!"

    A faint smile appeared on the corner of the old abbot's mouth, and he said to Sakurai Ichiro: "The donor's words are wrong. The Buddha is in your heart, how can you burn the Buddha? There is a Buddha in your heart, and the donor is the one who will destroy all the Buddha statues in the world, and then  What¡¯s the harm?¡±

    Ichiro Sakurai snorted and laughed loudly: "Is the Buddha in your heart? Then I will dig out your heart and see if the Buddha is really in it!"

    As he said that, he looked at his younger brother Sakurai coldly and said: "Sakurai! I remember you haven't killed anyone yet! As a soldier of the empire, how can you grow into a true empire warrior if you never kill anyone?  ?

    Pull out your saber!  I want to dig out this old guy's heart. I really want to know if there is a Buddha living in his heart!  "

    Hearing this, Sakurai trembled. He shook his head and said, "No! Brother! He didn't do anything wrong. You can't do this!"

    Ichiro Sakurai took a step forward, looked at his younger brother coldly and said: "Brother, to be honest, you are not very suitable for war! Your mother was opposed to your coming to China at the beginning, but now it seems that what your mother said is absolutely right.  "

    With that said, he pointed at the old abbot's head and said: "Go! Kill this old guy! You kill him! I will let those little monks behind him go. If you don't kill him, I will kill them all!"

    When the young novices heard this, they all shrank and hid behind the old abbot, their eyes full of fear.  Some people have even begun to sob, with tears constantly flowing.

    After all, they didn¡¯tEven with such advanced cultivation as the old abbot, it would be impossible for him to be as fearless in the face of death as he was.

    "Sakurai! Make a decision! Should you kill one person and save a few others? Or let your brother do it himself and kill everyone!" Ichiro Sakurai asked.

    Sakurai looked at his brother with extremely fearful eyes.

    He can no longer remember what Ichiro Sakurai looked like before.  Ever since he arrived on the Chinese battlefield, his brother had become like this day by day, a bloodthirsty murderous demon.

    "Brother, you can't do this! If my mother finds out, she will be very sad!" Sakurai said.

    As soon as he finished speaking, Sakurai Ichiro raised his hand and shot a young novice through the chest.

    The little novice monk was wailing in pain and rolling on the ground.

    The power of the Southern Fourteenth Pistol was not very great. Even when shot at close range, it did not directly kill the young novice. Instead, it caused him to suffer unparalleled pain and fear.

    "Make a decision quickly! Either you kill one with your own hands, or let me kill everyone with my own hands!" Sakurai Ichiro said.

    Tears flowed from Sakurai's eyes. With trembling hands, he took out the sword from his sheath.

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    But the old abbot, what crime did he commit?  Why should he be killed by himself?

    Sakurai knows that this is a paradox, and he can't get the final answer no matter what.

    He can only make one, the most reasonable choice now!

    So Sakurai pulled out the saber in his hand and walked towards the old abbot, who had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and still had a faint smile on his lips.

    "Yes I'm sorry!" Sakurai said to the old abbot in tears.

    The old abbot looked at Sakurai with a smile, and said calmly: "How good! How good! The donor is very intelligent, and his eyes are many times cleaner than that of the executioner whose hands were stained with blood! The donor saved me by killing just one person.  Others. You are not committing murder, but saving sentient beings!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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