A Buddhist word was heard, with compassion and majesty, causing Fengjiu and the others to look in the direction of the voice. They saw a monk in beige Buddhist robes standing in the crowd with his hands clasped together, standing very conspicuously.
Looking at the monk, Fengjiu's eyes flickered slightly. This was the first time she saw a monk here, and he looked no different from the monk she had seen in her previous life.
No, there is still a difference. There is a Buddha's light on this monk, even if it is faint, it is still Buddha's light.
As far as she knew, most of the Buddhas and monks on this continent came from the Wanfo Sect. Thinking of this, she raised her head and signaled Leng Shuang to step back.
"Master, are you from the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect?"
She asked directly, her eyes falling on the other person. He could brush away Leng Shuang's pressure with a flick of his hand. This person's strength and cultivation were beyond doubt. It was appropriate to call him a master.
There was a little monk following behind the monk. When he heard Fengjiu's words, he couldn't help but stick his head out from behind and looked at Fengjiu curiously.
The monk in front heard Feng Jiu's words and just smiled: "The female donor has a sharp eye."
Feng Jiu curled her lips and smiled, and said slowly: "Today, I will give Master a favor and not kill him, but..." She paused, and a cold light flashed from her fingers, cutting off the arm of the city lord who was kneeling on the ground like a sharp blade.
“Hiss… ah…”
A shrill scream was heard, and a severed arm rolled to the ground. Blood splattered instantly, spreading all over the ground, shockingly.
No one was expecting this sudden scene. Even the monk was slightly stunned. It seemed that he did not expect that she would attack as soon as she said so, and at such a fast speed that he could not stop her in time.
"The death penalty can be avoided, but the living punishment cannot be escaped." Fengjiu said slowly. Her clear eyes did not look at the city lord who was wailing and screaming with his arm chopped off, but looked at the monk.
The monk clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly and murmured softly: "Amitabha."
"My name is Fengjiu, may I know what you call me, Master?"
The monk looked at Feng Jiu, who was dressed in red. Her beautiful face was smiling slightly, and his expression was calm and indifferent, as if he had not noticed the corpse on the ground and the city lord with a broken arm and bleeding.
Seeing her like this, he silently chanted "Amitabha" in his heart, and then said slowly: "Female donor, my Buddhist name is Yijie."
"Master Yijie, we will meet again." Fengjiu said with a slight smile, then turned and left with Leng Hua and Leng Shuang.
Hearing the words "see you later", the monk looked thoughtful. As he watched the three people disappear at the end of the street, he had a premonition that they would meet again.
The little monk popped his head out from behind and asked curiously, "Master, how come this female donor is so powerful?"
"She is an extraordinary person."
The monk spoke slowly, glanced at the person on the ground, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, donor, you have committed too many sins. If you don't do more good deeds, you will be worried about your life in the future. Donor, take care of 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 finally fainted due to excessive blood loss. The city guards were immediately confused when they saw this. At this time, the guard captain who was standing aside swallowed his saliva, recovered his senses, and shouted: "What are you still standing there for? Send the city lord to the hospital! Quickly!"