"Hahaha, look at this girl up close, she looks really spot on! How long has it been since the Soul Raising Pond that such stupid and top-notch things appeared again!"

Leng Yumo's heart sank a little bit. She looked at the three people who were gradually approaching, with a look of determination in her eyes that would rather be broken than jade.

But at this moment

"Amitabha, sexual immorality is the first of all evils, but if it is counter-intuitive, and if you feel guilty in your heart, do not do it because it is beneficial. The retribution will be clear, and you will not feel unhappy at all. With every movement and silence, the gods will observe it, with ten eyes and ten hands, and it will come as it should...

…Before the three donors do evil, please think twice, there is a god at the top of your head…”

A bright and gentle voice sounded out of nowhere in the silent jungle.

Leng Yumo looked up and saw a young monk wearing a golden-red cassock and holding a golden bowl. He was clasping his hands and looking at the three strong men with eyes full of admonishment and compassion.

"Where did this dead monk come from? How dare you interfere in your father's affairs?"

"Grandpas play with women if they like. Is it possible that the gods you talk about can still control us? How? Could it be that they lie on the bedside of grandpa and listen? Grandpa is very brave, but he doesn't care at all!"

"Stinky monk, why don't you get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

The young monk recited Amitabha again, his handsome face was full of helplessness, and he couldn't help but continue: "Please think twice, all donors, the dharma in the world is just like a dream..."

"Smelly monk, you are looking for death, right? Well, grandpa will help you!!"

The strong man who summoned the brown bear was obviously angered. His eyes widened and he punched him.

The other two strong men were not to be outdone and rushed forward fiercely.

The little monk shook his head slightly, his slightly red lips slightly raised, revealing a shallow smile.

Leng Yumo, who was unable to stand after being anesthetized by a poisonous needle, changed her face greatly, "Little monk, please leave quickly!!"

However, the next moment, the three strong men who rushed over like cannonballs actually stopped.

The raised fists and magic weapons were frozen in mid-air.

Leng Yumo was stunned, what happened?

She didn't see that the little monk's eyes were instantly dyed golden red, almost the same color as his cassock.

When Leng Yumo looked up.

The young monk's face has long since regained its youthful compassion and gentleness.

"Amitabha, it would be good for the donors to realize their lost ways and return. I hope that from now on, they can change their ways, abandon evil and do good. The Buddha will be with you."

The three strong men nodded like puppets, and then left as fast as they could.

Leng Yumo was stunned by this turn of events: "Why did they run away?"

The little monk smiled and said: "They realized their mistakes..."

"Are you teasing a three-year-old child?" Leng Yumo rolled his eyes and looked up and down at this particularly fresh and handsome little monk, "Could you be a child of a large sect on this floating island?

Bar?"

The more Leng Yumo thought about it, the more he felt it was right.

Those three people must have realized that the young monk had an extraordinary background and could not afford to offend him, so they ran away.

The little monk did not answer her words, but kept a gentle and gentle smile.

Leng Yumo did not ask about his identity, but took out an antidote pill from his arms and swallowed it.

Soon the tingling on her shoulders disappeared, and she stood up and jumped up and down.
Chapter completed!