"you can't escape today!"
a group of demon soldiers gathered together, and the sword pointed directly at the man in their battle.
the man, dressed in robes, holding a tin stick, with a string of buddha beads, a solemn look of buddha statues, was a man of high and deep dharma, who had gone with three thousand blue silk, wearing robes, holding tin sticks, and ca
ying a string of buddha beads.
"amitabha buddha, are the donors really going to kill again?"
without any panic, the monk looked at the demon soldiers who pointed the blade at him with the eyes of the passionate.
"cut the crap, you kill our demon, and buddha can't save your life."
the demon will clamour for the monks to approach.
"amitabha buddha, the sharp-edged donor killed too much, and the little monk had to do it. you should be aware of putting down the butcher's knife and standing up as a buddha. "
the eyes of the monk did not waver at all. his eyes were extremely beautiful blue. he looked carefully and was filled with the tenderness of living the world. it was hard to believe t