The fire burned more fiercely, with occasional sounds of "crackling," like some mischievous kids throwing firecrackers into it.
The air was filled with the smell of roasted meat, somewhat tempting, but when you realize this aroma is coming from humans, your appetite vanishes into thin air.
At this moment, the martial monks all joined their hands and recited: "Amitabha, the sea of suffering is boundless, soon reach the other shore!"
Xiao Feng turned his head and instructed, "Offer them some prayers."
"This..." Hui Yi looked troubled.
"What's the problem?" Xiao Feng asked curiously.
Hui Yi shook his head, "Since the benefactor says so, let us offer some prayers then."
As he spoke, he summoned his junior monks, and they started chanting scriptures rhythmically.
The sounds of the martial monks chanting were inconsistent, even the tones differed, giving off a strong sense of disharmony.
