Wang Han could see from the fact that these monks didn’t help Liao Laitou just now that they would still be afraid of the ten masters!

If the king died here, the ten men would definitely promote the monks from Wanfo Temple!

The abbot still dared not take this risk!

Even if Wang Han commits suicide here, that old scoundrel will not care about you! If my beloved disciple is in your Wanfo Temple, you will have to be buried with me!

The abbot's beard trembled slightly, and the abbot sitting beside him spoke, "Donor, I understand your mood. You can crush him to ashes, but he is a disciple of our Wanfo Temple after all. He is a serious sin in this life and has been retribution now. I want to save him and persuade him to do good things in the next life. How about this?"

Wang Han held Liao Laitou's body. The more these monks were like this, the more Wang Han felt something was wrong.

"If the master insists on relieving him, it will be impossible. In this way, when you cremate it, you will be by your side to reliance, how about this?"

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

Wang Han held Liao Laitou's body and turned around, but the bald donkeys still refused to let their seats.

The abbot said, "Give up!"

After the words came to an end, the monks turned around and made a way out.

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

The abbot said indignantly, "Abbot, this child is determined to cremate Liao Laitou. That thing is still on Liao Laitou. If it is burned by this child, wouldn't it be..."

The abbot waved his hand, "Huineng! You are attached to the face!"

The abbot clasped his hands together, "Disciple knows his mistake! But..."

"I will decide! Follow up!"

Wang Han saw the abbot and the abbot coming from afar.

He glanced at Liao Laitou's corpse in his hand. The other party was so anxious to want Liao Laitou's corpse must have other plans.

There are two possibilities that Wang Han could think of. One is that he still wanted to resurrect Liao Laitou, but in this situation, even if Daluo Jinxian came, he had to shake his head.

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

Arong found the place where the body was cremated, and Wang Han also asked Arong to do the burial of Qiangzi's family.

When Wang Han put down Liao Laitou's corpse, he had already passed by Liao Laitou's corpse.

When Wang Han touched Liao Lai's hand and found that Liao Lai's belly felt very strange and wrinkled. He pulled it casually and found that he could pull it off.

After a glance, I found that it was a wrinkled leather with golden words on it, so I kneaded it into a lump and hid it in my sleeve.

Just as the fire was about to be cremated, the abbot came over, "Donor, can we take a look at you and cremated again!"

Wang Han nodded, "Master, please give me a gift!"

The abbot and the abbot squatted down and pretended to recite scriptures for Liao Laitou to salvation, but in fact they groped on Liao Laitou with one hand.

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

Wang Han was cage in his sleeves, and he didn't know what this thing was that the two old bald donkeys could pick it up in person.

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

The body was quickly cremated.

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

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

When the old bald donkey left, Wang Han took out the thing he had just made.

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