In such a noisy environment, everyone naturally ignored the old monk's words. The suddenly crazed miner was pinned down by dozens of people and attacked by the crowd. In just a short moment, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, crushed to death by the people.
"You should not lay hands on him, you...sigh!"
Seeing the miner had already breathed his last, the crowd came back to their senses, looking at each other. The old monk took a few steps forward, crouched down, and pretended to check the miner's pulse, his face full of regret.
"Amitabha, the Buddha is merciful."
"Just now, this benefactor was only harming others because his mind was disturbed. It would have been enough to subdue him, but you should not have taken his life."
He shook his head, then immediately began to manipulate his prayer beads and chant sutras, causing those who had participated in the attack to panic; indeed, in that moment, they felt as if they were being controlled by something.
