"Whether it's pitiful or not, I won't tell you yet."

Chongming said seriously: "As you can see, he is about to swallow up all the sources of calamity and gather the resentment of all living beings in the three thousand worlds into one body! What is the difference between saving him and saving all the sentient beings in the three thousand worlds?"

"The poor monk feels that this is the right thing to do."

"But the price is high!"

Chongming continued: "You should know better than this deity. If you fail to save him, he will bite you back! If you are not careful, your body and soul will disappear, and countless years of practice will be wasted!"

"If you are cultivating Buddhism for self-interest, then you don't need to cultivate this body of a poor monk."

Jue Yuan didn't care at all.

Turning his eyes, he looked at Gu Han and asked curiously: "May I ask the donor, the story you told earlier only mentioned wooden fish and what happened to the walking monk?"

"master."

Gu Han was silent for a moment and sighed: "I will really die."

An irrelevant question.

One of the answers was unreasonable.

But Jue Yuan seemed to already know the answer.

"I see."

"Master still wants to stay?"

"Of course I want to stay."

Jue Yuan suddenly smiled: "All right things have a price, but you can't not do it just because there is a price."

The words fell.

As soon as he put his palms together, the Buddha's light suddenly appeared on his body and fell on several people in an instant.

"Dear donors, please get on your way."

A volume of Buddha's light.
Chapter completed!