The swordsman could not understand the monk's feeling, but he grasped the monk's intention—reminding him that the aura around Chen Yi was somewhat strange and needed caution.
After pondering for a moment, he asked, "What do we do now? Team up with Bai Chuanyang and them?"
The monk nodded slightly, "For now, this is the only option."
Then he clasped his hands together, "Amitabha Buddha."
The next moment, a Buddha statue descended from the sky, bathed in a splendid golden light emanating from him.
The Buddha statue had kindly eyes and long, narrow corners, holding a Demon-Subduing Pestle in each hand.
Slowly sitting behind him, its golden eyes gazed distantly at Chen Yi, its pestles raised with their tips pointed at Chen Yi.
"Amitabha Buddha."
A resonant voice spread out, with ripples of golden merit and will power pulsating, covering a two thousand miles radius.
Chen Yi glanced at him, then had a thought, letting an avatar take Ah Lang further away.
