The young monk counted Wei Yuan's eleven major sins, and then shouted sternly: "So many people died because of you, what else can the donor say?"

The young monk's eyes were bright and his momentum was high, as if he was ready to have a serious debate with Wei Yuan. A monk debating scriptures is professional.

Wei Yuan looked like he was meditating, then looked at the monk and said only one word:

"roll!"

After all, the young monk's cultivation was a bit off, and his face slowly turned red. He called out the Buddha's name and began to roll up his sleeves: "Since the donor is obsessed with enlightenment and cannot teach the truth, then the young monk also knows a little bit about fists and feet."

In the crowded room, Zhang Sheng, Ji Liuli, Yu Zhizhuo, Sun Yu, Feng Tingyu all pricked up their ears and raised their heads for a moment. The two spiritual pets of the Hoe Master were working in the fields, and it was not his turn.

Go on stage and feel at ease.

Wei Yuan has been in a bad mood these days and is allergic to monks. Hearing these words, he slowly opened his mouth, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth that shone coldly, and said with a ferocious smile: "You know a little bit about boxing and kicking, right..."

After a cup of tea, at the edge of the boundary, Wei Yuan threw the little monk with a bruised nose and swollen face, and shoe marks all over the boundary, and said: "Get out of here as far as you can! For the sake of Dabaohua Pure Land, I will spare my life this time.

If you don't die, if you let me see you next time, don't blame me for slapping you in the face!"

The young monk climbed up with difficulty, but was still unconvinced and shouted: "You are covered with murderous sins, and your resentment must have penetrated deep into your soul! Where did you go wrong, young monk!"

Wei Yuan let out a long laugh, stretched out a hand, and a hazy light suddenly emitted from his hand, which was somewhat similar to Buddha's light. The light was warm and pure, without any impurities.

Wei Yuan just sneered: "You can see clearly, from the inside to the outside of my Dharma body, where can I find any resentment? I admire you if you can find it!"

The young monk took a closer look and saw that it was crystal clear, free of stains and impurities, comparable to the pure body of glass after attaining the fruition status. The young monk suddenly couldn't understand. He had clearly killed so many people, and all those grievances and causes were all gone.

Where have you been?

With long laughter, Wei Yuan took the body purified by the Bodhi Tree and walked away, leaving the young monk dazed in the wind.
Chapter completed!