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"Amitabha!"

On the huge altar in the sky, in the middle of the ten thousand divine light, a buddhist chant that sounded like the morning bell sounded. The newcomer was skinny and Old Monk, his tattered monastic robe was stained with dark red blood, obviously he had just experienced a bloody battle, not only was he holy and bright, he was also as bloodthirsty and berserk as Vajra