Chapter 3896 Monk

A word of Buddha came, with compassion and majesty, let Feng Jiu and the others look along the voice, and they saw a monk in a beige Buddhist robe standing with his hands folded, very conspicuous.

Looking at this monk, Feng Jiu's eyes flickered slightly. This is the first time she has seen a monk here. It looks no different from the monk she saw in the previous life.

No, there is still a difference. This monk has a Buddha light on his body, even if it is faint, it is Buddha light.

As far as she knows, most of the Buddhas, monks and monks in this continent are from the Ten Thousand Buddhas School. Thinking of this, she raised her head and motioned Leng Shuang to step back.

"Master is a member of Wanfo Sect?"

She asked directly, her eyes falling on the other person. The pressure of Leng Shuang can be removed from the hand, and the strength of this person is not a problem. It should be called a master.

A young monk followed behind the monk. When he heard Feng Jiu's words, he couldn't help sticking his head out from behind and looked at Feng Jiu curiously.

When the monk in front heard Feng Jiu's words, he just smiled slightly: "The female benefactor's eyes are like torches."

Feng Jiu curled her lips into a smile and said slowly, "Today, I will give Grandmaster a face for this person, and I won't kill him, but..." She paused, and a cold light flashed from her fingers, knelt on his knees like a sharp blade. The city lord on the ground was cut off with one arm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..."

A shrill scream rang out, a broken arm rolled to the ground, blood splashed out instantly, and it was shocking.

No one thought of the sudden scene. Even the monk was stunned. He didn't seem to expect that she would shoot when she said it, and the speed was so fast that he couldn't stop it.

"The death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime cannot be escaped." Feng Jiu said calmly, Qing Mu did not look at the wailing and screaming city lord whose arm was cut off, but looked at the monk.

The monk folded his hands, lowered his head slightly and murmured, "Amitabha."

"My name is Feng Jiu, I don't know what the master calls it?"

The monk looked at Feng Jiuyi dressed in red, her beautiful face with a slight smile, her expression was calm and indifferent, as if she hadn't seen the corpse on the ground and the city lord whose arm was bleeding.

Seeing her like this, he secretly chanted Amitabha in his heart, and then said slowly: "Female benefactor, the poor monk's dharma name is a precept."

"Master Yijie, we will have an appointment in the future." Feng Jiu said, smiling slightly, then turned and left with Leng Hua and Leng Shuang.

After listening to this sentence, there will be a period. The monk's face is thoughtful, and he sees the three people disappearing at the end of the street. He has a hunch in his heart that they will meet again.

The little monk came out from behind and asked curiously, "Master, why is this female donor so powerful?"

"She's very personable."

The monk spoke slowly, glanced at the person on the ground, put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, your sins are too heavy. If you don't do many good deeds, you will have worries about your life in the future. Donor, do it yourself!"

As soon as the voice fell, the monk took the little monk over the people on the ground and walked away.

The city lord with a broken arm, due to excessive blood loss, finally fainted uncontrollably. When the city guards saw it, they suddenly lost their minds. At this time, the chief guard who stayed by the side swallowed. With saliva, he regained his senses and said, "What are you still doing? Send the city lord to the hospital! Hurry up!"