Chapter 3901
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Fengjiu and the others looked in the direction of the voice and saw a monk in a beige robe standing in the crowd with his palms clasped together. He was very conspicuous.
Looking at the monk, Fengjiu's eyes flickered. This was the first time she saw a monk here, and he looked no different from the monks she had seen in her previous life.
No, there was something different. There was a Buddha's light on this monk. Even if it was faint, it was still the Buddha's light.
As far as she knew, most of the Buddhas and monks on this continent were from the Million Buddhas Sect. Thinking of this, she raised her hand and motioned for Leng Shuang to step back.
"Master, are you from the Million Buddhas Sect?"
She asked directly, her eyes falling on the monk. Since he could remove the pressure of Leng Shuang with a flick of his hand, his strength and cultivation were not a problem. It was reasonable to call him a master.
There was a little monk behind the monk. When he heard Fengjiu's words, he could not help but poke his head out from behind and look at Fengjiu curiously.
When the monk in front heard Fengjiu's words, he just smiled and said, "Benefactress, you have sharp eyes."
Fengjiu smiled and said slowly, "Today, I will give you face and not kill this person, but …" She paused, and a cold light suddenly shot out from her fingers and cut off the arm of the City Lord kneeling on the ground like a sharp blade.
"Hiss … Ah …"
With a shrill scream, the broken arm rolled on the ground. Blood splashed out instantly and spilled all over the ground. It was a shocking sight.
No one had expected this sudden scene. Even the monk was slightly stunned. It seemed that he did not expect her to attack so suddenly and so quickly that he had no time to stop her.
"You can avoid death, but you can't escape punishment." Feng Jiu spoke unhurriedly. Her clear eyes did not look at the wailing City Lord who had his arm chopped off. Instead, she looked at the monk.
The monk put his hands together, lowered his head slightly and murmured, "Amitabha."
"My name is Fengjiu. How should I address you, Grandmaster?"
The monk looked at Fengjiu, who was dressed in red, with a faint smile on his beautiful face. His expression was calm and indifferent, as if he did not see the corpse on the ground and the City Lord who was bleeding profusely with a severed arm.
Seeing her like this, he chanted "Amitabha" in his heart, and then slowly said, "Benefactress, this poor monk's Dharma name is Yijie."
"Master Yi Jie, we'll meet again," Fengjiu said with a smile. Then, he turned and left with Leng Hua and Leng Shuang.
Hearing those words, the monk fell into deep thought. He watched as the three of them disappeared 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, why is this female benefactor so powerful?"
"She is very human," the monk said slowly.
The monk spoke softly as he looked at the man on the ground. He then clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. Benefactor, your sins are too heavy. If you don't do good deeds, your life will be in danger in the future. Benefactor, take care of yourself!"
With that, the monk led the little monk past the person on the ground and left.
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