He looked at Luo Qingshan in front of him, holding a volume of Buddhist scriptures, his brows furrowing at times, and at other times, his face showing confusion.
A trace of helplessness couldn't help but appear on Luo Changfeng's face.
Buddhist scriptures, Luo Qingshan.
These two things should not have any connection.
But as Luo Qingshan, the little guy, went a few times to the Library Pavilion of the Luo Family and found books about the Buddhist scriptures, which seemed to suppress the killing desire deep in his heart and made him gradually become more calm and tranquil, he became somewhat unstoppable in his study of the Buddhist scriptures.
"I don't know if this is right or wrong..."
Looking at Luo Qingshan in front of him.
Luo Changfeng sighed uncontrollably while sipping his tea.
At this moment, he could even imagine Luo Qingshan, the little guy, dressed in monk's robes, wearing a monk's hat, and holding a string of Buddha Beads in his hand.
