If you can’t even use it, how can you do evil?
Well, nothing wrong.
Just as Taylor was struggling to get up and tear Yuankong with his hands, his entire left arm puffed and then drooped down like a deflated balloon.
Taylor let out another heart-wrenching scream.
But it wasn't over yet, it was followed by the left foot and then the right hand.
Taylor knew that the next bone to be crushed would definitely be the head. Taylor finally got scared and stopped shouting as before.
"Master... Master, I... I was wrong. I heard that you monks are compassionate. Please let me live." Taylor's face was pale, and his dark skin was pale. He stammered and begged for mercy.
"Amitabha, I can let you off the hook for occupying the temple, but you absolutely shouldn't damage the statues."
"You can only go to the hell of endless suffering and suffer the torture of being burned in oil to atone for your sins." Yuankong's face was still kind, but the words he said were more biting than ten thousand years of ice.
Taylor was really scared and begged for mercy repeatedly: "No, no, no, I can pay you back. I can also make gilded statues for all the statues in the temple. Please let me go."
"Monks don't talk about money, they only talk about fate!"
"Fate?" Taylor was a little confused.
"That's right, one hundred million yuan!"
Taylor was even more confused.
But as long as he can survive, he is willing to pay any amount, let alone 100 million.
Besides, he didn't really want to give it to her, he just wanted to delay time.
When the other gods' messengers and Lord Akas come back, he will definitely cut off pieces of meat from the old bald donkey in front of him and soak them in wine.
"Okay, I'll give you... I'll give you 100 million, just let me go." Taylor pretended to agree.
Unexpectedly, Yuankong sighed, shook his head and said, "Your bad nature is too deep. Money can no longer atone for your sins. You should go to hell and reflect on your sins."
Taylor's pupils dilated when he heard that.
But before he could utter another word, two lines of blood flowed from his wide-open eyes.
Then the nostrils, mouth, ears...
Blood was flowing from all seven orifices, mixed with milky white liquid.
Taylor's head tilted, his eyes wide open.
Yuankong's gaze shifted from Taylor's corpse to the shattered statue, and he sighed, "Amitabha! A heart of a bodhisattva, a ruthless tactician. This is the true Vajra Arhat."
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