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"Woof, baldy!"
Ergouzi seemed to have a natural aversion to monks, baring his teeth at the little monk in a grimace.
"Hehe, it's a little baldy!" Ji Wuqing glanced at the monk indifferently.
"Amitabha, I am Liaowang, a monk from Lotus Sutra Temple in the Western Desert. I have met the benefactors. Just now, I saw the benefactors committing killings; my heart could not bear it, I beseech you to lay down the butcher's knife."
The little monk's eyes were clear, his hands pressed together, he spoke meticulously.
"I am Li Xiaobai. The master is unaware; these are all utterly wicked people. Just now, they attempted to dishonor this maiden. We cultivators have a sense of righteousness as vast as the sky. When we see injustice, we shout out against it; when it's time to act, we must act decisively and eliminate these scoundrels."
"It is not indiscriminate killing."
Li Xiaobai spoke with utmost seriousness.