Buddha Holding a Crowbar

The strong man walked firmly towards the green-horned evil ghost crawling out of the deep well, muttering something in his mouth. "Prajna Buddhas, World Honored Ksitigarbha Paraparamita" The magic statue of Ksitigarbha Town came from behind carrying Sanskrit sounds. The imperial spirit suppressed by the golden lotus opened its eyes and turned into a bloodthirsty demon again and rushed towards the evil ghost. "Oh, you little bastard, I won't beat you to death with a stick." I saw a long weapon shining with Buddha's light flashing out from the Buddha's light behind me. Buddha held the handle with his right hand, and it turned out to be a sharp flat crowbar with a cold light? ! A stick was inserted into the evil ghost's face, and the green-horned evil ghost, which had been beaten to death by the group, completely stopped moving. Following the Sanskrit sounds of the imperial spirit, a true spirit floated out of Qingjiao's body and was slowly injected into the golden lotus. Feeling the belief in the true spirit in many places, Wang Jing exhaled a comfortable breath. As a child from a rural area, when he entered the world of spiritual practice, he still adhered to the concept of the older generation, that a little makes a lot.