When the Wooden Fish Knocks, the Spirit of the Big Boss in the Beijing Circle Is Frightened.

I, a well-known Buddhist woman among Beijing's socialites, soak wolfberries in a thermos cup every day and put "Don't be angry" on the back of my phone case. It is said that I am so compassionate that I would not even trample ants to death. Until that prince from Beijing threw the electric drill in front of me. Everyone was waiting for me to cry and beg for mercy. But I slowly put down the beads and stopped the drill bit of the electric drill with one hand. In the dead silence of the whole place, I raised my eyes and looked at him: "Donor, you are disturbing me from knocking on the wooden fish." The prince smiled crazily: "I just like to save difficult monsters like you." Later, he blocked me in the Buddhist hall with red eyes: "Where is my Buddha's mercy as promised?" I shook the golden nanmuyu and said, "Buddha said that when dealing with mad dogs, physical salvation is recommended."