Bab 484: The Disciple Finally Understands

Ling Ping'an turned around.

The people opposite him immediately put their palms together. "Buddha is merciful!"

Although he was the real culprit, there was nothing he could do.

He sighed.

"Why isn't the police here yet?"

"I'm Innocent!" he muttered.

Little did they know that in the eyes of others, he was like a Buddha that had walked out of a Buddhist stone painting.

He was just a little evil.

But he was also solemn, holy, and solemn.

Black lotuses bloomed under his feet.

Black fog lingered above his head.

Black Flowers kept falling down from the illusion.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

"Namo Amitabha Buddha..."

"Namo Amitabha Buddha... Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

Above the Black Lotus, the sound of wooden fish lingered.

The solemn and solemn voice of Sanskrit echoed in people's hearts.

Sanskrit, which is supposed to bring peace and calm.