Well, it can stop me from hitting a three-component blow. It seems that today, the golden light flashed through Sakyamuni’s eyes. When the golden ring was shaken in his hand, it turned into a knife-stopping knife. It was called the two holy knives in the Buddhist world. I don’t know how many evil spirits it had drunk in its life. Today, let him have another drink. At this moment, Sakyamuni’s eyes are still solemn as if he were preaching.
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