The abbot sneered coldly, "As expected of the young scoundrel taught by that old scoundrel! Such methods are really easy to come by!"

Wang Han could tell from the fact that the monks didn't help Liao Laitou just now that they would still be afraid of the Shilaohui!

If King Fan died here, the Shilaohui would definitely exalt these monks from Wanfo Temple!

The abbot still didn't dare to take this risk!

Even if Wang Han commits suicide here, how can that old scoundrel Di Lao care about you? If my precious apprentice is in your Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, you will have to be buried with my precious apprentice!

The abbot's beard trembled slightly, and the abbot sitting next to him spoke, "Donor, this poor monk understands your mood. You can crush him to ashes, but after all, he is a disciple of our Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. In this life, he has sinned

He is very serious. Now that he has suffered retribution, the poor monk wants to save him and persuade him to do good deeds in the next life. How about this?"

Wang Han was carrying Liao Laitou's body. The more these monks behaved, the more Wang Han felt that something was wrong.

"If the master has to save him, that's not impossible. How about when he is cremated, you can save him next to him?"

The abbot pointed at Wang Han and was about to speak, but was stopped by the abbot. The abbot nodded and said, "Okay!"

Wang Han carried Liao Laitou's body and turned around, but those bald donkeys still refused to give up their positions.

The abbot said, "Make way!"

After the words fell, these monks turned around and made way for them.

Wang Han carried Liao Laitou's body down the mountain.

The abbot said angrily, "Abbott, this kid is determined to cremate Liao Laitou. Those things are still on Liao Laitou. If he burns them all, wouldn't that mean..."

The abbot waved his hand, "Huineng! You're obsessed!"

The abbot clasped his hands together and said, "I know I was wrong! But..."

"The poor monk has made his own decision! Follow him!"

From a distance, Wang Han saw the abbot and a few others following him.

Glancing at the body of Liao Laitou in his hand, he realized that the other party must have other motives for wanting Liao Laitou's body so eagerly.

There are two possibilities that Wang Han can think of. One is that he still wants to resurrect Liao Laitou, but in Liao Laitou's case, even Daluo Jinxian will have to shake his head.

That is another possibility. There must be something in Liao Laitou that these monks want.

Ah Rong found the place where the corpses were cremated, and Wang Han also asked Ah Rong to bury Qiangzi's family.

When he put down Liao Laitou's body, Wang Han's hand had already passed over Liao Laitou's body.

When Wang Han put his hand on Liao Laitou's belly, he found that Liao Laitou's belly felt strange and wrinkled. He pulled it and found that it could be pulled off.

He glanced at it and found a piece of wrinkled leather with golden writing on it, so he crumpled it into a ball and hid it in his sleeve.

Just as they were about to light the fire for cremation, the abbot came over and said, "Donor, can you let us take another look at you before you are cremated!"

Wang Han nodded, "Master, please do it!"

The abbot and the abbot squatted down and pretended to chant sutras for Liao Laitou to be saved, but in fact they were groping with one hand on Liao Laitou's body.

Moreover, the abbot's hand immediately touched Liao Laitou's belly.

Wang Han put his hands in his sleeves, not knowing what it was that made these two old bald donkeys come and pick it up in person.

After the two old bald donkeys looked at each other, they frowned at the same time and stood up.

The body was cremated quickly.

A group of monks went to liberate the innocent people who died in the village.

Wang Han looked at Liao Laitou who was gradually burning on the fire.

When the old bald donkey went away, Wang Han took out the thing just now.

After unfolding it, I found that it was actually written in Tibetan.
Chapter completed!