C20 The Little Monk Blood Buddha Bead!

The novice monk staggered slightly.

A trickle of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

…

Arrows rained down relentlessly. The Sacred Army was determined to shoot him down in a hail of arrows!

Before the abbot, the young monk knelt, his head bowed, his back arched deeply with arrows protruding like the quills of a hedgehog!

His robes were soaked with blood