Unfortunately, they were Wei Yuan's men, so they could only be enemies in the future.
At that moment, along with the chanting of the name of Buddha, a voice echoed in the sky, ""Jingsi, you're too sensitive."
As this sentence resonated in everyone's ears, it also entered the painting scroll and resonated in monk jingsi's ears.
The handsome young monk retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted. He quickly put his palms together and kept chanting the name of Buddha.
Gradually, his eyes regained their clarity.
"Bastard!"
Chief advisor Wang smashed his cup and stood up. He was furious. Arhat du 'e, can't the Buddhist sect afford to lose? "
Behind Wei Yuan, the nine golden gongs stood up at the same time and pressed on their hilts.
"If Jian Zheng can help you in secret, why can't the Buddhist sect?" jingchen asked.
