Looking at the fat monk holding the alms bowl in front of him, Lin Suhe was inexplicably shocked. He had a feeling that he had been dragged into a terrible whirlpool.
He forced a smile and said, “Master, you are wrong. No matter how fated we are, how can we force it? Could it be that Buddhism cultivates the mind of a robber and the method of killing?”
The clear glass light around the fat monk spread out one circle after another. The smile on his face did not diminish as he said,
“Almsgiver, you don’t know the half of it. This item involves the nine Netherworld Demon God, and it concerns the safety of the world. Since I’ve encountered it, I’ve already made up my mind. Even if I have to give up this body, I will protect the path and defend the law. Almsgiver, for the sake of the true world and the livelihood of the world, please hand this item over to me and bring it back to the Pure Land, so as to prevent it from poisoning the living beings.”