He realized that this was a rather terrifying thought.
Fan Xiu's indifferent face stiffened for a moment, and the Buddha beads in his hands seemed to have become hot. He put his palms together and slowly began to recite the Buddhist scriptures to clear his heart.
The snow-robed monk looked up at the red-robed demoness and sighed to himself. He was not as indifferent as he had imagined. His calm state of mind could still be chaotic.
Many years ago.
Fan Xiu had once made an oath in front of Buddha that in this life, he would serve Buddha with his body and not be tainted by the mortal world.
The stone of his heart could not be changed.
Remembering the oath, the snow-robed monk chanted Sutras in secret and abandoned the thoughts that flashed through his mind.
..
The next morning.
When fan Xiu opened his eyes, what he saw was an empty cave with no signs of life. The figure of the red-robed demon was no longer there.
Left ...
It should be.
