The moon hung high in the sky, and a faint silver light fell from the sky.
A golden Bodhisattva stood on the ruins, his eyes full of compassion. Just a single glance could calm one's impetuous mood.
However, the movement of the Bodhisattva's birth was also very loud. The fierce beasts that kept roaring in the distance looked over, but they did not rush over.
Instead, he stood there and kept roaring at Ling Feng.
One by one, the ferocious beasts sat there, facing Ling Feng's direction with their heads held high as if they were fighting against him.
The young man stood there, and the speed at which he brought the wine gourd to his mouth began to slow down. He looked at Ling Feng with a look of surprise.
At this moment, Ling Feng put his hands together and said in a deep voice, "I am Ksitigarbha. Today, I will send you to hell!"