"Put down the butcher's knife, become a Buddha instantly!"
In the moonlit long street, Monk Guangyuan faced the bizarre and cunning slash of Lang Shiba with a smile on his face.
His prosperous and plump face, thick lips moved slightly.
With each word he uttered, a swastika appeared and then extinguished at the center of his brow. In the cold night, an invisible mental force spread out.
Lang Shiba's drunken eyes briefly lost focus, his mind was unsettled. In that instant, all the murderous intent in his heart was collected. Memories from decades of his life, filled with regret, surged into his mind, giving him a strong desire to become a monk, as if he no longer had any worldly attachments.
