"Amitabha, since the female donor has taken away three children, the remaining four children must also be her targets."
"We have to deal with it in advance to avoid letting it succeed again."
Huikong didn't panic at all and was very calm in the face of such a situation.
We quickly discussed with everyone how to deal with it.
Seeing Huikong's calm and strategizing appearance, everyone secretly admired that this great wise man had experienced so many things and was already able to shoulder heavy responsibilities.
Even if Ye Qingyun didn't give him too many instructions, Huikong could still deal with various things with his own abilities.
Of course, in Huikong's own view, no matter what he does, it must be the arrangement of the Holy Son. There is no need to think too much, just do it with firm belief.
...
Another day passed.
Western Buddhism, in an unknown temple.
Zhihui, who had been ordained as a monk, was sitting cross-legged on a futon, knocking on a wooden fish with one hand and reading Buddhist scriptures with the other.
His expression was pious and peaceful.
Escaping into Buddhism was a way to stop regretting the choice she had made, and it was also the wisest choice she felt.
Although it has not been long since I became a monk, practicing Buddhism these days has made Zhihui feel unprecedented satisfaction and joy.
My mind is no longer empty, and I won't be entangled in those mundane feelings.
Just immerse yourself in the world of Buddhism.
Just as he was concentrating on reciting sutras, all the candles in the Buddhist hall suddenly went out, and a thick gray mist rose from all around.
"My good daughter, it turns out you are hiding here."
A cold female voice sounded.
Zhihui looked back and saw his mother already walking towards her in the gray mist, holding a long sword in her hand.
"mother......"
Zhihui wanted to speak, but he put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.
"Donor Shen."
"Hmph! What a benefactor, if you don't come with me today, I will cripple your limbs and take you away by force!"
Shen Xinzhu's attitude was very tough and did not give Zhihui any room for negotiation, even if she was his biological daughter.
"I won't go with you."
Zhihui shook his head and said calmly.
"Then it's no wonder that I'm a mother."
Shen Xinzhu didn't hesitate at all, and directly swung his sword to cut off Zhihui's limbs.
Suddenly, a wine gourd flew from behind the Buddha statue and hit Shen Xinzhu's sword.
The long sword suddenly shattered into pieces, causing Shen Xinzhu to fall back again and again.
"who is it?"
She was secretly shocked. She didn't expect that there was a master hidden in this humble Buddhist hall?
He didn't even notice it at all.
"Hiccup~ This female donor is very irritable. It's better to be calm in the place of Buddhist temple."
An old monk in tattered clothes and slovenly walked out.
It was Daoji whom I hadn’t seen for a long time.

Chapter completed!