If Zhang Heng was not afraid of the Old Black Mountain Demon and could protect her, she would have worshiped the Old Black Mountain Demon as an offering, and worshiping Zhang Heng was also an offering. It doesn't make any difference, just kowtow and shout Long Live.

As for who you shout to, does it make any difference?

"Only when all sentient beings are saved can Bodhi be realized."

"If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha."

Grandma Shu made up her mind and said in a deep voice: "I have decided to put down the butcher knife and become a demon again."

After saying that, he looked at Nie Xiaoqian aside.

Nie Xiaoqian knelt on the ground and clasped her hands together: "Xiaoqian is also willing to put down the butcher's knife and change her mind."

Xiao Qing was dumbfounded.

Who is she, where is she, what should she say?

This society is too complicated.

People are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, monsters are not monsters, bustling with people, profit coming and going, I really don’t understand this world.

Touch your face.

It still hurts a little.

But Xiaoqing felt that this slap was not unjust, and it was really enlightening.

"Go and meet Brother Zhang."

Grandma Shu’s appearance changed drastically.

The black clothes on his body turned to white, and he changed from the image of a middle-aged man who was neither male nor female, to a gray-haired old woman, with a kind face: "It's time."

"Yes, grandma."

Xiaoqian supported Grandma Shu and walked out staggeringly.

behind.
Chapter completed!