Chương 1748: Weapon of faith, Buddhist Heart Sutras Part 2

Zhao Hai looked at the unresponsive staff and couldn't help but sigh. With a flip of his hand, he took out the crescent moon shovel. Ever since the crescent moon shovel changed its appearance, Zhao Hai would take it out from time to time to play with it. This was because the formation Bell produced by the crescent moon shovel would calm Zhao Hai's mind faster.

Looking at the Buddha statue on the crescent shovel, Zhao Hai couldn't help but sigh. Then, he habitually poured power of faith into the shovel. As soon as he did, Zhao Hai smiled bitterly. He had gotten used to pouring power of faith into the liquid silver these days. When he took out the crescent, he also habitually poured power of faith into it. Just as he was about to stop, something happened.