"Yes. As long as it can recite the Great Compassion Mantra, and can do so without a single mistake for forty-nine days, it would be separated."
"No need!"
Little Taotie waved her little hand.
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, she grabbed the Horse-Faced Bell and started to shake it vigorously: "Horse-Faced Vidyaraja, Horse-Faced Vidyaraja..."
The wind rose, and everyone, unable to endure the strong wind, involuntarily closed their eyes, even Shen Cang struggled to control it.
He realized that someone had arrived.
And he was no match for this person.
The other party did not want him to see, so he could not see, and was forced to close his eyes.
The sound of "whoosh whoosh" wind was in his ears.
They couldn't hear a thing.
"Little Taotie."
Little Taotie turned around and approaching her was a Horse-face mask, with eyes like obsidian intensely staring at her, she could hear a gentle laugh: "You should call me Master."
