After lunch, he sent the child to master yixu.
Master yixu thought that saving all sentient beings was already the most difficult thing in the world.
After all, they had to face all kinds of people.
It was too difficult.
He had already gone through the sea of fire with a saber. No matter how difficult the path of divine salvation was, he felt that he could walk it.
However, on the afternoon of the fourth day of the first lunar month, he felt that he could not make it.
I really can't.
Outside the meditation room.
The young novice monk sighed and leaned against the door with a face full of despair.
Amitabha, is there anyone who can save master ... The two of them were arguing in the room, but there was no clear winner.
He was already the master of the Holy monk, so why did they still quarrel?
They were clearly discussing the Scriptures, but why did it seem like they were fighting?
