Bab 122: Chapter 111: If you don't pull out the roots when cutting grass, they will grow again when the wind blows!

First off, kill someone!

Xu Yang said this with a smile, but the killing intent in his tone was growing increasingly intense!

Just then, a Buddhist chant sounded—

"Amitabha!"

Xu Yang looked up and saw a monk approaching.

He held one hand upright against his chest and bowed to Xu Yang, saying, "Benefactor, the killing energy on you is too heavy. My Buddha is merciful. If you are willing to put down the butcher's knife, it's not too late to turn back."

This monk was about forty years old, dressed in a bright yellow robe. His demeanor was unassuming, so it was hard to tell the depth of his cultivation.

However, through Xu Yang's eyes, he could see that the monk was bathed in a faint Buddhist light, which showed the depth of his Buddhist studies.

It's nothing unusual to have a monk from the Buddhist sect in Zhouzhi County, which is a mix of all kinds of people.