But just when Li Chen was about to run away, a Buddhist chant came unhurriedly to Li Chen's ears.
"Amitabha···"
When the first word of the Buddha's name sounded, it was as far away as the horizon, but as the following words came out one after another, the voice seemed to come to Li Chen in an instant.
And it wasn't just in one direction. Li Chen felt that these four words were squeezing towards him from all directions.
There was a kind of magical power in that plain and old voice that made people feel tight in the chest. Li Chen felt as if his brain was about to be boiled. He groaned and two tubes of blood spurted out from his nose.
At this moment, the fragrant wind blew, and it was Gong Huiyu who came to Li Chen.
Immediately afterwards, Li Chen felt his right hand soften and be wrapped by a crystal-clear and smooth, slightly cool hand.
The moment the two hands came into contact, Li Chen felt that all the feeling that made him feel depressed and dizzy disappeared.
Without enough time to feel the exquisite and wonderful touch, Li Chen turned his head and saw an old monk in monk's robes slowly approaching at the end of the official road.
Although his steps were very slow, each step seemed to cover a large distance, as if the ground was shrinking under his feet.
In just the blink of an eye, Li Chen saw the old monk's entire face from a vague figure.
The old monk has a kind face and kind eyes. The most eye-catching thing is his pair of eyebrows, which hang to his earlobes.
"President of Northern Shaolin, Jue'an."
Gong Huiyu obviously recognized this old monk and said softly to Li Chen.
Although his tone was light, his words were full of solemnity.
"Very powerful?" Li Chen asked.
"The most talented martial arts wizard in Northern Shaolin in the past 500 years. He is also the only person in the past 500 years who has served as the master of Northern Shaolin as a monk. His shrinking into an inch and the powerful Vajra Palm are the stunts that made him famous early on.
Thirty years ago, he was half a step into the land of fairyland. Now, thirty years later, judging from his appearance, he has probably taken a step further."
Gong Huiyu's words made Li Chen take a breath.
This time things are serious.
While he was talking, Jue'an had already arrived in front of the motorcade.
He glanced at the corpses lying on the ground, his eyes rested on the dead body of Jue Hui for a moment, and then he said the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha."
Jue'an saluted Li Chen and said, "Why did the donor kill my Buddhist disciple?"
Li Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Jue'an, don't use this trick. I know your identity, and you should also know my identity. Didn't you come all the way here just to assassinate me? Could it be that
Can’t I fight back?”
Jue'an had no expression on his face and said: "The poor monk was just passing by. When he saw the benefactor slaughtering my Buddhist disciples, he naturally had to stop him. As for the identity of the benefactor, wealth and wealth, in front of the Buddhists, they are just passing clouds. In the eyes of the poor monk, there are only sentient beings.
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Li Chen laughed angrily, "What do you mean, are you determined to kill me here as an ordinary citizen, so as to evade your Buddhist crime of killing the prince? Old bald donkey, what you are thinking is too much.
You are too naive, if you dare to take action today, tomorrow the imperial army will sweep away all the temples in the world."
"Don't forget the incense you left behind, please don't use it up on you alone."
Hearing the word "Jie Wang", Jue'an's eyebrows twitched. He stopped talking and stretched out his hand to get it towards Li Chen.
