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... a chatterbox, speaking without any reservations.
Shaking his head,
the Buddha Son’s voice became solemn as he spoke:
"Brother, be prepared, I’m about to start."
He raised the Divine Pestle and recited softly.
"Great Black Heaven..."
Though the majestic young man’s voice was faint,
it resonated in Zhang Fusheng’s ears like a morning bell and evening drum, deafeningly loud!
He saw on the Divine Pestle scenes of a furious Bodhisattva, ...
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