บท 684: How Dare You Steal Luck From the Lady of Luck (2)

He squatted down, gently slapped Master Mingdeng's face, "It's you who abet tyranny, daring to steal the luck of the lady of luck herself. Those who did so before you either died or were gravely injured. I'm waiting to see what happens to the next one. When the time comes, I'll collect the data for a report, and my grandfather will have something to enjoy."

"Impossible!" Master Mingdeng murmured, as if he had thought of something, suddenly shouting, "I don't believe it! I just can't believe it!"

He stared fixedly at Si Fuqing, blood continuously spilling from his mouth, "It was you who stole Qingwei's luck, she is protected, and you will definitely face retribution, definitely will..."

He couldn't finish his words as Master Mingdeng's head tilted, and he fainted.

JI Xingzhi appeared surprised, "All his merits and cultivation gone to waste, quite tragic indeed."

Thus, the abbot of Guanghua Temple had become a cripple.