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Li Xinxin was helpless again. This burning love could not bear fruit, which was really quite tiring. Gui Sanyang and Liu Santong looked around and wondered how much the recent population flow had increased.

"With the current situation adjusted, there should be at least several hundred more people inside the castle. Taking everything into account, there should be close to 200 people. The other small shops and stores will probably be packed with people as well. In the past few days, I've seen that it's impossible to book a room on any of the major mobile apps. They're probably all sold out. This time, the influx is truly overwhelming..."

Liu Santong, standing to the side, also frowned deeply; this time, the power was even stronger than the last.

Perhaps because of what happened last time, most of them have calmed down.

Then at this moment, suddenly, as they were charging forward in such high spirits and fighting again, they felt slightly mentally deficient, and this energy made them feel rather uncomfortable.

Chen Ziwen, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned, lounging in his chair with his legs crossed.

He kept singing little tunes, swaying back and forth, then closed his eyes, his whole being wandering in his consciousness, in the inner sea of ​​his spirit.

That's where Chen Ziwen's confidence comes from: with the system in hand, he has the world at his fingertips.

"Oh no! A fight has broken out down there! It seems to be the sons of gods and Buddhas, An'an Mitsui, and a group of people from the castle. They've started fighting, and An'an Mitsui is beating the other group so badly they're running for their lives. It's already causing a huge commotion down there..."

Liu Xiaoren's words aroused the interest of many people.

"Kid, don't smug here. Back when I was a tyrant, you were probably nowhere to be found. Quickly take out the treasure you're carrying, and I'll spare your life today. Putting this treasure on a fool like you is just a waste."

One of them was a burly man with a half-beard and a small braid.

Wearing various antique designer clothes, with gold teeth and a mink coat, he was really risking his life in this desolate northern desert where the temperature had plummeted.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone looking for something before? This little kid stole my own money and my treasure. It's perfectly reasonable for me to make him hand it over. What law have I broken?"

An'an Mitsui was right in the center, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the sky at a 45-degree angle. He really did look like a melancholy young man from a TV drama.

Liu Bo, who was below, took a vicious bite.

"Have you no shame? When did my master ever stay by your side? Open your eyes wide and see clearly. We've already pulled up the surveillance footage. How can you try to frame me?"

Before Liu Bo could finish speaking, a burly man with a mouthful of gold teeth appeared.

He was kicked squarely on the head, half of his skull lodged to the side, and he was dazed.

His lips were swollen like a bun, and he lay sprawled on the ground, utterly miserable.

There weren't many people from Daxiangguo Temple this time; there were only about six people in total.

Liu Bo was a manager, but he was physically weak and only knew some supernatural skills.

The rest of the group consisted of monks who spent their days cultivating their minds and character.

To put it bluntly, the idea of ​​fighting and killing someone at this moment is completely unfounded.

All day long, at the Daxiangguo Temple, they would either chant sutras, sit cross-legged, or sweep the floor. Moreover, the island nation held the Daxiangguo Temple in the highest esteem.

At this moment, he was no match for this vicious and menacing man.

Even though they possessed both academic knowledge and martial prowess, they were beaten to the ground by him, their vision blurred and their eyes filled with stars.

Li Xinxin was furious when she saw it.

"How come there are all sorts of weird and wonderful things in this world?"

Before Li Xinxin could finish speaking, the burly man stepped forward and began to grope her, preparing to use his divine sense and spiritual power to extract the spiritual root from her inner sea.

This person comes from the northern region and is a member of the Barbarian God Cult. He seems to be unknown in the world.

They're either fresh out of school or those old fogies hiding underground.

When he reached out his hand towards the son of the gods and Buddhas before him, the power of his divine sense was incredibly strong, seemingly capable of piercing amber through the heart in a single moment.

Those around him saw it and it became clear that Sima Zhao's intentions were obvious.

However, no one wanted to get involved, so they all kept their distance and backed down a little.

Gui Sanyang was extremely anxious after seeing this.

"No, if we don't act now, this kid is definitely going to die..."

Because the amber in front of him could easily kill someone with a single blow, and if he was not careful, he would lose his life.

Seeing this, Chen Ziwen smiled and shook his head.

"Do you still think that the son of the gods and Buddhas of this island nation is just an ordinary person? Just wait and see, he won't disappoint you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the moment the son of the gods and Buddhas in front of him suddenly stared at the burly man in front of him, light rose all around him.

The scriptures and prayers that had been recited behind me reappeared in front of me, as did the hands in front of me.

It was as clear and translucent as amber, but there were undercurrents surging within it, passing through his entire consciousness, ready to pry open his heart.

A natural divine power descended upon him, and at that moment, this vicious, burly man...

In an instant, his legs buckled and he knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with arrogance.

Similarly, the other eye was filled with grace.

Seeing the son of the gods and Buddhas kneeling and bowing his head incessantly, the entire scene was filled with peace and harmony.

This burly man stared intently at the son of the gods and Buddhas before him.

"Gods and Buddhas above, spare my life! My heart returns to the right path; turning back is the shore..."

That half-beard, which had been there just moments before, now looked like a precious keepsake, and everyone found it rather endearing. The fierce and menacing look from before had been completely forgotten. Perhaps this was the power of purification. But the unexpected thing happened not on the burly man's face, but on the son of the gods and Buddhas.

The son of the gods and Buddhas looked at the amber piercing his heart and said with a sneer.

"I know you want to kill me, but I can't help but feel pity. The abbot once said that the only way to reach the other side of the ocean is liberation. Your liberation is not about becoming an immortal, transforming into a thousand-mile-long Buddha statue. Your attainment of the other side should be through this..."

Before them stood the son of a god, his face radiant with a gentle demeanor, and even the thoughts in the hearts of those around him began to settle.

Then, slowly, it was as if she was being controlled, and her eyes were filled with a very happy expression.