'Donors, don't be afraid, the poor monk is really not a devil.' Tu Fu looked at the trembling bandit in front of him, threw away the butcher knife in his hand, and looked to the west. The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the green mountains and blue sea red. The bandit asked: 'Master, no, Holy Monk, can we leave?' 'No.' When Tu Fu shook his head, the scarlet butcher knife that had just landed appeared in his hand again. 'Holy Monk?' 'Oh, I forgot to tell all the donors that the Buddha that the poor monk cultivated was a Buddha who put down his butcher's knife and became a Buddha immediately.' Pick it up and continue practicing Buddhism.' 'Demon!!!'