"Get out of my way! Get out of the way! I don't need your hypocritical kindness!"
"Stop, I, Zhan Guo, will not appreciate this!"
Zhan Guo continued to yell, but Chan'er ignored his enraged shouting, calmly reciting the scripture without pause.
More and more Buddhist mantras emerged, and the golden light became more and more intense. Soon centered around Chan'er, the golden light surged in all directions like a tidal wave, and Sanskrit chants arose in the void, echoing in the distance, the entire auction hall was solemn with golden light, as if it had become a Buddhist sanctuary.
The faces of the monks present were bathed in a soft golden glow, and their mood was relaxed. Those who still harbored resentment had their anger gradually fade away, and their mindset surprisingly became calm.
"Holy monk!" An old monk looked at Chan'er, his face filled with longing, and he knelt in worship.
