They could see the miserable figures under the river embankment, and in front of their field of vision, there were still overlapping black tiles and gray walls in the dilapidated city, with figures walking among them, living in confusion. The little monk asked.

"Brother, why does this lame uncle's matter make you so angry?"

Ning Ji stood on the river embankment and was silent for a moment.

After a while, he whispered: "He used to have some friendship with my family."

The young monk thought for a while and understood a little bit. He put his hands together and said: "Amitabha."

Under the river embankment, the lame man woke up rustlingly. He was at a loss for a while, and then went to see the woman's condition.

"Brother, can his wife... survive?"

…

After the rain stopped, the thick clouds still glowed with a light blue color. The clouds rolled and were torn open a few holes, and light fell from the gaps in the clouds. No one knew that the clouds were rolling to cover those broken holes.

mouth, or the light of day will tear the hole even wider.

Below the light and clouds is the boundless earth, and above the earth is the gray-black city. In the city are row upon row of houses and criss-crossing rivers. On the broken embankment of one of the inconspicuous rivers, the insignificant Ning Ji

Standing expressionless.

He looked at the people under the bridge and whispered:

"Amitabha."

…

Soon after, King He Wen of Ping Ping and King Gao Chang of Gaotian walked into the spacious hall. The five kings of Ping Ping greeted each other and joked for a while. Then, Shi Baofeng asked He Wen the key question, and together with the other four

, waiting for a simple answer.
Chapter completed!