“Amitabha. A monk like me toils for living beings. I will cross him over.” The monk placed his palms together while putting on a serious expression.

“Cross him over? What do you mean by that? Do you want him to join the Buddhist doctrine, kill him, or just imprison him?” The girl smiled, looking as beautiful as a hundred blossoming flowers.

The group instantly looked at the monk in a different manner and became cautious. They clearly viewed him as an enemy now.

“That’s a bit too much, Junior Sister. Monks are merciful and do not kill wantonly.” The monk frowned and said.

“Plenty have been killed by you.” The girl smiled and said.

“Amitabha.” The monk placed...