Screech! The braking performance of the special police vehicle was far superior to that of civilian cars. Despite the wet, slippery roads, the seasoned police officers managed to halt the car in time. Suddenly, a massive boulder appeared in the middle of the road, blocking about one-third of the path, leaving insufficient space for the special police vehicle to pass.
"What's going on, a rockslide?"
The old police officer frowned. But before his words could fall, a Buddhist chant was already echoing in his ears.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Out from the darkness stepped a Little Monk clad in a robe, strikingly handsome. He was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, with black, clear eyes, and white, delicate skin like a newborn. A peculiar sheen faintly glowed on his skin, "Benefactor, the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and there is shore!"
