Chongming: "..."
Donghua and Taishu looked at each other angrily.
It's just...but I dare not be angry and dare not speak.
"Bald donkey."
Chongming suddenly sympathized with the two people's experience, and said seriously: "You can't kill someone without a nod, you've gone too far."
"No."
The young monk shook his head and sighed: "The great calamity comes from all living beings. There is evil in the hearts of all living beings, so they have to bear the fire of boundless karma. In this world, only children's hearts are the clearest and most pure. They use children's songs to transform the power of calamity. This poor monk
The method I came up with after thinking hard for a long time actually works well.”
"Two benefactors."
As he said that, he glanced at Donghua and the two again, and said regretfully: "Nine out of nine Buddhists have returned to their true form, and there is still one less time to go."
"Nine-nine?"
Gu Han was stunned: "They sang it eighty times?"
"Of course not."
The young monk gave a precise number: "It is eight thousand and ninety-nine times."
Gu Han: "..."
he thinks.
Now even if Donghua and Taishu sing this song backwards or dance, he won't have any surprises!
"Bald Donkey, I'll fight you!"
"Ahhh, why are you forcing me!!!"
Donghua and his two men broke through the defense on the spot.
Uncle Tai took the book of children's songs, stabbed it a few times, tore it into pieces and smashed it into pieces. The pieces of paper fell down like snowflakes.
"well."
The young monk sighed: "Unfortunately, it is too late after all, and you..."
Said.
He looked at the middle-aged monk who had been silently reciting scriptures and said, "I came a step early."
"Had to come."
The sound of the Buddha's trumpet stopped, and the middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and sighed: "My Buddha is merciful and saves Cihang. If the poor monks had come a little later, these two benefactors would have completely sunk into the boundless sea of ​​suffering and never been reincarnated.
Already."
A thud!
Donghua and his two men's hearts jumped suddenly!
"Bald...cough, Master."
Donghua said cautiously: "What do you mean?"
"Donor, don't be fooled by false appearances."
The middle-aged monk sighed softly: "Under the chaos, there are three thousand worlds, and there are also three thousand tribulation masters. Our Bodhi World is no exception. You only think that he is acting devilishly and does not respect common sense, and he is playing tricks on you."
Time, but I don’t know..."
Looking at the young monk.
Chapter completed!