"Is the information reliable?"
The monk in white softly asked:
"A rebirthed Bodhisattva from the Ling Mountain line?"
"Reliable."
The great monk, embracing two Mingfei, sat calmly on the flesh lotus platform formed by four interwoven women,
He spoke calmly:
"Notify the Walking Under God, then you and I will go hunting ourselves?"
The monk in white chanted a Buddha's name, paused for a moment, then looked at the great monk who was unrestrainedly kneading the Mingfei.
The Mingfei was sobbing; the monk's strength was great, and with each kneading, a sound of bone cracking would be heard,
Some sharp bone spurs even pierced through the white skin, with fresh blood flowing down.
The great monk laughed joyfully.
The monk in white, used to such sights, caressed the newly made Vajra Pestle crafted from a young girl's thigh bone,
Then he spoke melodiously:
