The wounded and dead who were carried down cried louder, and the people waiting for support on the city wall could not stop shaking with their swords and guns in their hands.

"This is all the strength I have accumulated before, and it has been exhausted." Monk Mu stood on the street and said, "Sir, if you hesitate, more and more people will die."

The prefect looked dazed, his eyes were full of exhaustion, and his lips trembled: "Master, are you really not going to save people?"

"I am just saving people." Monk Mu said, beating his wooden staff, "Sir, follow me out of the city."

The prefect seemed to have no strength to say what he wanted to say.

Monk Mu's eyes were clear and calm: "Sir, are you afraid of death?"

The prefect smiled bitterly: "Who is not afraid of death?"

Monk Mu reached out and touched his forehead, which felt warm and cold at the same time. The magistrate couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Life is death, death is life, and all appearances are false."

The ethereal Zen sound is refreshing and endless, calming all fears and fears.

"Open the city gate."
Chapter completed!