"Zhou Xuan, you miscalculated. No matter how much you advertise my flesh as a treasure, no one dares to touch me."
"The people's hearts are still on my side."
The more he thought about this, the more pleased he became, shaking his head in satisfaction while in the crowd, Ah Niu stepped forward.
His mind was filled with thoughts of his mother's illness, caring little about whether the Great Buddha was truly great.
"Even if you truly are a Great Buddha, if your flesh can cure my mother's illness, then this is precisely the virtue of the Ancient Buddha who fed flesh to the eagles."
The more Ah Niu thought, the faster his steps became, and in just ten steps, he dashed up the high ladder set up by the government.
"The most spiritual part of the fish is the eye. If I take the flesh, it's also the flesh from the eye."
He rushed to the upper tier of the ladder, his height level with the eyes of the Fish Monk.
"Where did this little brat come from?"
