"The disciple is stupid."

Holy Son Zhitong's eyes were bright, and he admired his master's foresight very much.

"Don't treat your injury for the time being. Not only that, you have to make it miserable. Only in this way can you win the mercy of the wise Buddha. I, the Buddha, are compassionate!"

The Kind-browed Buddha Sage spoke again.

With his strength, he was able to heal the Holy Son Zhitong when he was in Baoxiangju.

But he didn't take action, that's why.

Since we want to seek help from wise Buddhist disciples, we naturally have to go to the extreme.

The injury of Saint Son Zhitong is one of them.

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance. I understand."

Saint Son Zhitong looked happy, but he was not as far-reaching as the Kind-browed Buddha thought.

But at this time, I already knew what to do.

"You dare to hurt me, you dare to hurt me. This time I will make your life worse than death!"
Chapter completed!