But just when Li Chen was about to run away, the Buddha's name came slowly in Li Chen's ear.

"Amitabha···"

When the Buddha's name sounded the first word, it was as far away as it was in the sky, but with the following words popping out one after another, the sound seemed to come to Li Chen in an instant.

And it's not just one direction, Li Chen felt that all the four words were squeezed towards him.

The plain and old voice was filled with a magical magic that made people feel stuffy in their chests. Li Chen felt that his brain was about to be boiled. With a muffled groan, two tubes of blood spurted out of his nose.

At this moment, the fragrance came, and it was Gong Huiyu who came to Li Chen.

Immediately afterwards, Li Chen felt his right hand soft and was wrapped in a slightly cool little hand that was shining.

The moment the two hands were in contact, Li Chen felt that the feeling that made him feel depressed and dizzy disappeared.

Without having time to feel the wonderful touch, Li Chen turned his head and saw an old monk wearing a monk's robe coming slowly at the end of the official road.

Although his steps were very slow, he seemed to be able to cross a long distance directly with each step, as if the ground had been shrinking under his feet.

In just a blink of an eye, Li Chen saw the full picture of the old monk from a vague figure that could be seen.

The old monk has kind eyebrows, and the most eye-catching one is his eyebrows, which hang to his earlobes.

"Bei Shaolin host, Jue'an."

Gong Huiyu obviously recognized the old monk and said softly to Li Chen.

Although his tone is light, his words are full of solemnity.

"Very awesome?" Li Chen asked.

"The most talented martial arts genius in Bei Shaolin has been in the past five hundred years, and is also the only person who has become the host of Bei Shaolin as a monk in the past five hundred years. His shrinking ground and powerful Vajra Palm are unique skills,

Thirty years ago, it was a half-step land fairyland. Now, thirty years have passed, and looking at his appearance, I am afraid he has gone a step further."

Gong Huiyu's words made Li Chen take a breath.

This time things are going on.

While speaking, Jue'an had already arrived before the convoy.

He glanced at the corpse on Yidi, and his eyes stayed on Juehui's body with no sign of resignation for a moment, then said the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

Juean bowed to Li Chen and said, "Why did the donor kill my Buddhist children?"

Li Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Juean, you don't use this set. I know your identity, and you should know your identity. You have come here thousands of miles away just to assassinate me?

Can't I fight back?”

Jueyan said without expression, "I am just passing by and when I meet the donor slaughter my Buddhist children, I naturally have to stop him. As for the donor's identity, wealth and wealth, in front of the Buddhists, it is just a passing cloud. In my eyes, there are only sentient beings.

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Li Chen laughed in anger, "You mean, you are determined to kill this palace as an ordinary person, so as to avoid the charge of killing the prince in Buddhism? Old bald donkey, you are too impressed.

You are so naive. If you dare to do something today, tomorrow the imperial army will sweep all the temples in the world."

"Please don't waste the incense you left behind, but don't waste it on you alone."
Chapter completed!