In an instant, his heart tightened, his eyes were holding back pantothenic tears in his sockets, and he bit his lip so hard that he didn't let the tears fall. His eyes were hazy, and he looked at the voice, Rong Jing was dressed in a monk's robe, his eyebrows and eyes were compassionate, his hands were folded, he was not happy or sad, and he said to the robber again: "Amitabha, donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!" The lead bandit stopped, got up from me, and faced ...

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