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Chapter 176 God helps those who help themselves
"Master, please don't let him go!" the old man's son suddenly said.

The atmosphere in the field changed instantly. Sun Qian's face froze, and the old man quickly pulled his eldest son's arm and said, "What are you talking about?"

Then he looked at Li Ming and said, "Master, my son said something wrong. Please don't take it to heart. Why don't you apologize to me?"

His son, a seven-foot-tall man, said with tears in his eyes, "Dad, how long are we going to endure this? I endured it when Erzhu left, but he was standing up for my wife. If it weren't for him... I don't know what would have happened to Chunhua, but I'm scared. I watched Erzhu die in front of me, his eyes so wide open, and as his brother, I watched him get beheaded. And his wife and children, Cuicui, Xiaoshen, the whole village can endure it, but I really can't."

"I hate myself, I hate that I have no ability, I hate that I have no courage, but today, Master is here, they dare not act recklessly, but if we let them go, how many more people will come, what should we do? Master, I know this is difficult for you, but I beg you, please, help us, I kowtow to you."

As the man said this, tears could no longer be stopped from flowing from his eyes. He pulled his father away, knelt on his knees and kowtowed heavily in front of Li Ming one after another.

This sudden change shocked the people around, and several bandits shouted, "Shut up, you damned bastard!"

Li Ming's attitude was quite amusing. He looked down at the man and said, "Monks don't lie. If I say I'll spare his life, I will definitely spare his life."

The man felt a chill on his back, his heart ached, and he let out a bitter laugh, his eyes full of despair, as if Li Ming had already sentenced him to death, even though he was not the one to carry out the execution.

The old man also trembled all over, looked at Li Ming and opened his mouth, but only let out a sigh.

Many of the onlookers began to discuss in low voices, saying that the Jiang family was finished and so on. A few also talked about Li Ming's right and wrong. Although their voices were small, they were very clear in Li Ming's ears.

Everyone had different reactions, but Sun Qian, who was lying on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, but Li Ming said.

"I crippled his martial arts skills and he was seriously injured, and the knife was on the ground, do you understand?"

Li Ming's words sounded like the devil's whisper to the man's ears. Seeing that Li Ming was still calm and unmoved, he spat, got up from the ground, and walked tremblingly towards the big knife dropped by Sun Qian.

"You dare!" Sun Qian roared. Although he was in a mess at the moment, his years of accumulated power were still there, frightening the Jiang family man so much that he trembled.

But then his eyes became firm, his steps stopped shaking, he picked up the big knife from the ground, and walked step by step to Sun Qian.

"Master, God is merciful. I have reformed. I will put down my butcher knife and become a Buddha right away. Master, are you going to watch me die?" Sun Qian immediately became anxious and kept shouting for mercy.

However, these cries not only failed to move Li Ming, but instead revealed his weakness. All the cruelty and tyranny he had shown over the years, treating human lives as playthings, and raping women, all came to the mind of the Jiang man, and he became more and more unwilling to let go of the knife handle in his hand.

"Killing someone means paying with your life. How dare you touch me? Ma Si, Zhao Mazi, kill him!" Seeing that Li Ming was unmoved, Sun Qian shouted hurriedly.

The two people named looked at each other, and one of them shouted, "Save the Third Master, or you will die if you go back!"

"No matter how powerful he is, there is only one of him. Let's go together!" another one shouted.

A dozen horse bandits looked at each other, then pulled the reins and rushed forward.

At this time, Li Ming frowned, clasped his hands together and said, "I promised to spare his life, but I didn't ask for it. I'll spare you. If you don't have eyes, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll send you to the West to repent!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and a powerful innate energy surged in his palm, gathering into a visible palm print that hit a big tree about ten feet away.

The tree shook, the leaves swayed, and then there was a cracking sound. The tree that the two people were hugging broke immediately and fell to the ground, splashing a lot of dust.

Forget the villagers, and what about the bandits? They considered the three leaders to be top-tier warriors, but who could possibly pull off such a feat? They thought of the consequences of a palm strike on a human being, and the bandits shuddered, halting their movements. Li Ming then said, "Don't be afraid. Just obey, and I'll show you what Buddha's mercy is. If you don't, even Buddha will glare at you!"

Then Li Ming looked at the man and said, "Go on, no one can stop you."

The man shouted, "Ah! Brother, I'm going to avenge you today!"

This shout seemed to hide endless sadness and anger. Without any hesitation, he swung the sword in his hand and chopped it down heavily at Sun Qian on the ground.

"You dare to kill me?"

Sun Qian tried his best to move sideways on the ground to avoid the knife on his head, but his seriously injured body did not have that much strength, and the knife still hit his chest hard, and blood spurted out.

His scarred face looked even more hideous in the blood, but he could not hurt anyone because he was dead.

The Jiang family man who had struck the blow also had half of his body stained red by the spurting blood. He subconsciously loosened his hand, his eyes red, not knowing if it was because of the blood.

He seemed to be laughing and crying, his expression distorted, and he murmured, "I have revenge, revenge..."

Li Ming saw this hand in the lion seal and chanted the mantra: "Om Mami Padme Hum!"

At the same time, a seal hit his back, and his expression suddenly changed.

"this?"

Looking at the blood flowing on the ground and his own bloody hands, he trembled and couldn't believe it.

“Did I do this?”

"Yes, they are flesh and blood too. They are not evil spirits from hell. If you chop them with a knife, they will bleed and die. All you need is a little courage!" Li Ming said.

"But we can't beat him at all. If the master hadn't helped us, how could I have killed him?" The man with pickled noodles cried.

Li Ming said, "Amitabha, God helps those who help themselves! If you are afraid of him and unwilling to take up arms to protect yourself, what if I kill a group of bandits today? There will be bandits tomorrow, and robbers in the future. Will heroes always appear from the sky?"

Li Ming then turned around and said, "There are no heroes in this world. If there really is one, it's every one of you! It's not gods or Buddhas who can save you from suffering, it's you yourselves!"

"They only have so many people, and you have so many people, what are you afraid of? As long as you dare to resist, no one can bully you!" Li Ming's voice was resounding. "I am here today. As long as you have the courage and can beat them, I will help you eliminate the horse bandits. If you can't, I'm sorry, but I, a monk, can't help you."

Following Li Ming's words, the expressions of the nearly one hundred villagers changed one by one. The look they gave the dozen or so horse bandits changed from fear to something very strange. The horse bandits couldn't put it into words, but they felt that such a look made them very scared.

Yes, they are afraid. They are afraid of these villagers who have been bullied by them for so many years, these timid people.

As the Jiang family man picked up the big knife and stepped forward, a fight began.

Of course, Li Ming did not really stand idly by, otherwise they would be in real trouble. However, just one spark can start a prairie fire.

(End of this chapter)