My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

With a wave of its small hand, Si Zi gave the order to attack.

Fatty Four lazily shook his black and white fur.

next second.

Its originally languid amber cat eyes instantly narrowed into two dangerous slits.

No earth-shattering demonic power was used.

It did not exude any terrifying demonic pressure.

Fatty Four, relying entirely on the powerful physique nurtured by the fortune of the Tang Dynasty, kicked off the wooden cart shaft with his hind legs.

"Whoosh!"

Everyone only saw a black and white lightning bolt flash before their eyes.

The one-eyed man's sinister grin hadn't even faded yet.

He suddenly felt a burning pain on his cheek.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap.

Fatty Four's chubby cat paw, accompanied by a whistling wind, slapped solidly onto One-Eyed Dragon's right cheek.

The force of that slap was even more exaggerated than that of a hammer.

The one-eyed man's massive body, weighing over two hundred pounds, actually lifted both feet off the ground and spun twice in mid-air.

It then slammed heavily against the mountainside by the roadside, and couldn't be pried off.

His mouth was full of yellow teeth mixed with blood, which sprayed all over the ground.

"What is that?!"

"It's that cat! This is weird, kill it!"

The remaining dozen or so bandits then realized what was happening, raised their broadswords and spiked clubs, and roared as they pounced on Fatty Si.

Faced with more than a dozen weapons raining down on him.

Fatty Four performed a light somersault in mid-air.

The black and white figure moved like a ghost through the flashing swords.

It didn't bite anyone at all; it just used its paw pads to slap the bandits' faces repeatedly.

"Clap clap clap clap clap!"

The crisp sound of slaps echoed along the mountain road, creating a lively atmosphere like setting off firecrackers during the Lunar New Year.

This was a one-sided beating.

The bandits couldn't even catch a glimpse of the cat, and their weapons were instead used by Fatty Four to smash into their own men.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

Just moments ago, a dozen or so bandits were acting fiercely, shouting that they would kill and rob.

They were all lying on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, their bones broken and tendons sprained.

They clutched their heads, writhing on the ground in pain, emitting agonizing howls like pigs being slaughtered.

The one-eyed man finally managed to slide down the mountainside and was about to get up and run away.

Fatty Four fell straight down from the sky and landed on the back of his head.

They stomped his ugly face deep into the mud.

The battle is over.

Fatty Four squatted on One-Eyed Dragon's head, elegantly licked his front paws, and washed his face as well.

On the mountain path, only the screams of the bandits echoed one after another.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Sizi stood on the oxcart and nodded with great satisfaction.

She stared at the dumbfounded monk Mingxin, her clear voice echoing through the valley.

"Foolish monk, my sixteenth brother once said that the bad people in this world are all deaf."

The little girl explained her magical logic with great conviction.

"If you stand there and talk to them, they can't hear you at all."

"So, you need to take them down first!"

"When they're in so much pain they can't move and can only lie on the ground, their ears will open. At that point, if you try to reason with them, they'll listen quietly."

"That is what the Crown Prince meant by 'at sixty, one's ears are attuned'. If you slap him sixty times, his words will become pleasant and agreeable."

Sizi jumped off the oxcart and walked up to the monk Mingxin.

Her little face was tense, making her look very serious.

"If they still don't listen after we reason with them, then just send them to Buddha!"

"In that case, there will be fewer evil people in the world who do bad things. Those old men on their way and children from good families will not be bullied by them."

"Isn't protecting good people the greatest act of compassion?"

These remarks, brimming with the rhetoric of "fighting violence with violence," came from the mouth of a beautifully sculpted five-year-old girl.

The contrast is extremely strong.

Li Chen lying on the car floor.

He silently covered his face with his hands and sighed deeply.

It's unbearable to look at.

It's simply unbearable to look at.

Although this girl's logic is simple and crude, upon closer examination, it is surprisingly practical in this dog-eat-dog world of cultivation.

I'm afraid this blockheaded monk will be completely led astray.

really.

After listening to what Sizi said, Monk Mingxin...

He was frozen in place, as if petrified.

He looked down at the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures in his arms.

He looked up again at the bandits who had been beaten to a pulp and were now too afraid to even breathe.

The opening line of the scripture echoed in his mind:

"To save all living beings is the true path."

How can we achieve universal salvation?

If we can't even subdue evildoers, if we can't even protect the innocent.

To merely talk about Buddhist principles is nothing but self-deception.

Blindly tolerating and taking beatings is not compassion; it is condoning evil!

"To save the wicked, one must first subdue the demons..."

The monk Mingxin's lips trembled slightly, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Young benefactor is right... Only by defeating them can they hear the Buddha's teachings!"

"To subdue demons and monsters with swift and decisive means, while revealing the compassion of a Bodhisattva."

"This is the true essence of Mahayana Buddhism!"

The monk understood.

Moreover, his understanding was extremely thorough, even extreme.

He suddenly stood up from the ground.

The weakness and confusion that had been on that gaunt face were gone.

Instead, a fierce aura filled with fervor and unwavering determination has taken its place.

Seeing that the monk had finally come to his senses, Sizi happily went over to him.

The little girl tiptoed and whispered her favorite classic quote into the ear of the monk Mingxin.

"Brother Mingxin, let me teach you a super cool phrase."

Sizi blinked and said, word by word.

"Next time you encounter such an unreasonable bad person, put your hands together and tell him..."

The monk Mingxin lowered his head and listened attentively to the teachings of the ox.

A moment later.

The monk's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a new world had been opened to him.

He took a deep breath.

He strode up to the one-eyed man who was being trampled under Fatty Si's feet.

Fatty Four wisely jumped aside.

The one-eyed man, his face covered in blood, raised his head and looked at the monk who had walked up to him.

He thought the monk was going to chant sutras again and was about to beg for mercy.

Monk Mingxin straightened his tattered robe.

He placed one hand in front of his chest, making a very standard Buddhist greeting.

His bruised eye, a mixture of blue and purple, combined with his serious expression, looked both incredibly comical and incredibly intimidating.

"Amitabha."

The monk Mingxin looked at the one-eyed dragon and, in a loud and clear voice, recited the sentence that Sizi had just taught him.

"Since you do not understand Mahayana Buddhism..."

"This humble monk also knows a little about martial arts."

The voice just fell.

Monk Mingxin suddenly swung his fist and, without warning, slammed it hard into the one-eyed man's nose.

"Snap!"

With the sound of bones breaking, the one-eyed man let out a pig-like scream and fainted again.

After delivering that punch.

Monk Mingxin felt his mind clear and his pent-up frustration of twenty years vanished.