"Amitabha, benefactor dark cloud devil, please do not kill." An old monk in a Kasaya put his hands together. His white eyebrows drooped down and he spoke with a peaceful expression.
Wu yunmo looked at the old monk in disgust,"you people from the heaven Buddha Pure Land temple should just mind your own business. What does the matters of us fiends have to do with you?"
"Benefactor, why do you have to commit the sin of killing? look at that city. Because you used the devil scolding celestial sealing flag, there is a lot of resentment there. Maybe after a hundred years, it will become a dead area. Wouldn't that be planting an ill fate?" The old monk said indifferently.
"Old bald donkey, mind your own business. If I hadn't made an oath to descend together, I would have taught you a lesson." "Hmph!" Wu yunmo snorted coldly, then turned to the demonic path disciples behind him,"go, find a city, cultivate demonic techniques, and refine demonic treasures."
