Under the cold night sky, the blood moon cast a hazy glow.
In the southern region of the Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Ga She stood face to face with Long Xuhu.
"Outsider, the sanctity of our Buddha's name is not to be desecrated! The majesty of our Buddha's reputation is not to be sullied! Are you prepared for your soul to scatter and perish?" Ga She glared at Long Xuhu with sinister eyes, as if he wished he could devour him.
"Hahaha, your Buddha is your own; I'm not concerned with which stalk of scallion he is!" Long Xuhu laughed heartily toward the sky, even mockingly picking his nose.
"Hmph, those who desecrate our Buddha shall thank sin with death!" Ga She was near obsessive in his worship of "our Buddha" in his words, leaving no room for anyone to profane. He was evidently enraged and ready for true wrath.
"Whoosh!"
