Chapter 3904 Depends on Your Ability

"I have my own measure." The monk with white eyebrows raised his hand to signal, so that they don't have to say more.

Feng Jiu looked at him and asked, "I don't know what you want me to do for you?"

"Haha, this is not in a hurry, let's talk about it after you get the golden lotus!" said the white-browed monk.

Master Yijie sat silently on the side, looking at Feng Jiu with his hands folded. He was astonished at the words of the white-browed monk from beginning to end, as if he had known it before.

"Donor, look up at the Buddha's eyes." The white-browed monk said, still with the kindly look on his face.

Feng Jiu raised her head according to her words and looked at the big Buddha in the hall. When her clear eyes met the eyes of the big Buddha, her heart was shocked, and the scene of the shadowless world seemed to pass before her eyes.

"The ancient golden lotus, it's in there, the donor goes to find it!" Said the white-browed monk, raised his hand and flicked, and saw a light streak across, and Feng Jiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, disappeared into the hall.

"master?"

Leng Hua was stunned for a while, looked around, and couldn't help but look up at the Buddha's eyes, but only felt a flicker in front of his eyes, and the whole person passed out.

Looking at Leng Hua who fainted, the monk with white eyebrows said to the monks on the left and right: "Send this donor to rest!"

"Yes." The eight monks on both sides responded, suppressing the surprise in their hearts, and stood up to bring Leng Hua out and let the disciples settle down.

After they left, Master Yijie asked, "Holy Buddha intends to give the ancient golden lotus to the female benefactor?"

The white-browed monk smiled and said, "You and I both know that she is very human, and I am a merciful Buddha. If she really needs to use my Buddha's sacred object, what's the harm in giving it to her."

He paused in a laughing voice, and folded his hands together and murmured softly, "Amitabha, I just don't know if she can get the ancient golden lotus..."

The monk Yijie also murmured softly, and lowered his eyebrows with both hands.

At the same time, Feng Jiu only felt upside down for a while, and the scene in front of her changed. When she calmed down, she was already in a bloody place.

She looked around, and saw that there seemed to be woods around. There were no corpses on the ground, but blood splashed on the ground.

"Give my life back... give my life back..."

"Feng Jiu, Feng Jiu... Come down and accompany us..."

The sound was like a wolf howl, and it echoed in her ears. She frowned and saw that the scene in front of her had changed again. The original woods had become pitch-black, and the gloomy wind was howling from the woods. Blowing, creepy.

Seeing the changing scene in front of her, Feng Jiu's brows condensed. Where is it in here? How could she be here? In Buddhism, why is there such a bloody place?

The bell on her waist swayed, making bursts of crisp clanging sounds. She gathered her mind and stepped forward. The ghosts around her were howling and dancing, as if waiting for the opportunity to pounce.

She glanced coldly, and when she was about to withdraw her gaze, she caught a glimpse of a ghostly figure that looked like the monk who died in her hands before.

She was startled and thought to herself: This is not the place of Buddhism, could it be her own fantasy memory? No, no, if it was a fantasy memory, these people should not appear.

She pursed her lips and walked forward. Suddenly, a few black shadows rushed towards her with a howl. She frowned, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. The airflow instantly made those shadows disappear without a trace.