"As long as Master kills this evildoer, we will rebuild his golden body and worship him day and night!"

The old monk's face turned green.

If I dare to step into the frying pan, I'm afraid my life will be fried to death!

He glared fiercely at Qin Yuan, who was standing beside him and ruining his plans, and wanted to beat him up to vent his anger.

But I quickly held back.

This is an official appointed by the imperial court, and you can't afford to offend him.

He had no choice but to put away his robes and glared fiercely at the nosy little disciple.

Then he slapped his chest, spurting out a puff of scarlet liquid, and said weakly: "This monster is too strong, I am no match for it."

"Everyone, please wait a moment. I will go back to the temple and ask my fellow disciples for help. I will definitely kill this monster!"

After saying that, he put some oil on his feet and pretended to run.

But since it concerns their own lives and property, how could they dare to let him escape among the countless victims?

The evil has not been eliminated and the contribution has been paid. How can the master not perform a ritual?

"Master, please, don't hide, just attack!"

The old monk said impatiently: "My magic power is exhausted. I have to go back to the temple to ask for help!"

The victims hugged the old monk's thighs and begged desperately, "Master, please save us!"

"You have profound knowledge of Buddhism. If you recite a few verses of the sutra, won't the power return?"

"Master, if you don't subdue the evildoer, what will we do if he comes back to retaliate against us?"

"Master, you can't just stand by and watch someone die!"

The old monk was held tightly by the victims, and his only remaining pants were almost pulled off.

He suddenly thought of a solution, pointed at Qin Yuan, and said angrily:

"If you want to blame someone, blame him!"

"If he hadn't been so stubborn and angered the Bodhisattva and Buddha, this mere monster would have been subdued long ago!"

Divert the trouble away!

Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Qin Yuan again!

not good!

There is danger!

Damn thief bald donkey!

Li Yinhuan immediately gripped the knife handle tightly, ready to strike at any time, ready to chop off the old monk's dog head.