When he saw the ethereal figure surrounded by golden clouds and surrounded by Sanskrit words, a trace of despair appeared on his face.

The bald donkey of Buddhism, the bald donkey of the realm of Dharma.

And there's not just one, there are four.

"Sword One."

Feng Qianxue's eyes suddenly looked hollow, and her whole body suddenly became introverted. She suddenly took a step forward to break free of the restraints, and thrust out a sword with her backhand.

Compared with the Jianyi he used in the capital, Feng Qianxue's sword is now more restrained, colder and more terrifying...

The blade of the sword was still half a foot away from his chest, and Zuo Chongming felt a chill coming from the depths of his soul, as if even his soul had been pierced.

"really."

Zuo Zhongming sighed in understanding. Faced with Feng Qianxue's attack and defense, he did not even dodge the sword that exchanged his life for his life.

After all, Feng Qianxue was the young master of Shenjian Villa. Among the people Zuo Chongming killed, there must have been his uncles, nephews and relatives, maybe his father.

With such hatred, Feng Qianxue will definitely choose to risk her life...

Boom~!

Just as the sword edge was about three inches away, golden light suddenly burst out from Zuo Chongming's body.

But he saw a thick, gilded bell, shrouding him without any warning, accurately blocking Feng Qianxue's desperate sword blow.

"Amitabha."

The low and gentle sound of the Buddha's trumpet sounded, and the warm Buddha's light shone universally: "Almsgiver, there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering. When you turn around, you will find shore."

puff…….

Feng Qianxue's eyes became clear, she opened her mouth and spat out a cluster of blood arrows, and her breath instantly became depressed.

His selfless path was broken by the monk's Buddha's name, and he was seriously injured and his vitality was severely damaged. Although his life was safe, he no longer had any fighting power.

"Qianxue!"

The old man reacted very quickly. He immediately raised his hand and held it in vain, then violently grabbed Feng Qianxue and pulled her over.

Zuo Chongming tilted his head and advised without sincerity: "You can't even run away, let alone take him away."

"If you give up resistance and cooperate with the work, I can guarantee that Feng Qianxue will survive."

"Ah."

The old man twitched the corners of his lips and forced out a cruel smile: "It's just four bald donkeys. Do you really think you can defeat me?"

Zuo Chongming shook his head in disappointment, waved his hands and said: "It's already here, and you still don't want to face reality. It's really pitiful."

"Amitabha."

The four monks descended slowly and surrounded the old man in a tacit understanding.

The monk of Tathagata Temple had kind eyes and kind eyes, and advised him with gentle words: "The killing with the sword is too heavy, and the donor has become a demon. Why not take refuge in me, the Buddha..."

When the monk from Fawang Temple saw this, he twitched his lips speechlessly.

He rolled up his sleeves and said impatiently: "To deal with such evil heretics, why do you need to talk about the moral principles of the world? Let's go together..."

"Masters."

Zuo Chongming's voice drifted over: "As the saying goes, God has the virtue of good life. If you can catch him alive, you should try your best to catch him alive."

"At the very least, we have to give him a chance to atone for his sins. It just so happens that the laboratory is still lacking a highly accomplished male lead."

When several monks heard the word "laboratory", their expressions suddenly became strange.
Chapter completed!