However, the golden light transformed into the shape of a bald monk. When the monk saw the skull, his expression changed and he clasped his hands together. With a tone full of pity, he said, "Amitabha, the benefactor is too devilish. Why not put down your knife and take refuge in Buddha?"
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However, the golden light transformed into the shape of a bald monk. When the monk saw the skull, his expression changed and he clasped his hands together. With a tone full of pity, he said, "Amitabha, the benefactor is too devilish. Why not put down your knife and take refuge in Buddha?"
I'm Actually a Cultivation Bigshot
Eastern · Kinoshita Nakui