the actions of these monsters have also been heard since he joined the wto, so he will find the demon of that clan and kill them.
"buddha has a thousand noodles."
the monk swept through, forced back the demon who su
ounded him, and then threw up his tin stick.
as if it were an illusion, but also like the truth, the face of the solemn monk began to bee ferocious, and in the blink of an eye it seemed to flicker through untless faces.
beasts, men and women, beauty and ugliness, blinking thousands of ways, the voice of the world, so that the besieged demon dare not e forward for a while, all dull where.
"buddhist words. zen! "
the monk put his hands together, closed his eyes peacefully, and slowly said a word "zen".
the gold light of the tin rod he threw into the air turned into a zen print and **ashed it down.
the seemingly heavy tin rod fell on the head of the demon, but it seemed to weigh as much as ten million catties, and there was no room for resistance to pressing them under the zen seal.
on the ground, the zen print is like a
eeze, withou