Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

It's dark now, nobody can see anything. Once the lights are on, who will dare say that those monks were fighting? There are no videos or photos, and you're just making things up? Do you really think those monks can't afford a lawyer to sue you for defamation?

"Amitabha." The leaders and deacons chanted the Buddha's name in unison, stood up, flicked their yellow robes, and walked towards the battle.

Facing outwards, shoulder to shoulder, they stood in a circle, their wide robes separating the battle inside from the outside view.

Then, with hands clasped together, begin chanting the Shurangama Mantra rapidly at maximum volume and using the most orthodox Sanskrit chanting method:

"The wondrously profound and all-encompassing immovable one, the Śūraṅgama King, is rare in the world. He dispels my deluded thoughts of countless eons, and I attain the Dharmakāya without traversing countless kalpas..."

"Namo Satipatthana, Sugata, Arhat, Samyaksambuddha..."

The monk thought for a moment, closed his laptop and put it in his bag, then took out a wooden fish and walked over to tap it.

Inside the pitch-black banquet hall, a circle of elderly monks dressed in yellow robes stood facing outwards, their hands clasped together, eyes closed, chanting Buddhist scriptures aloud.

The resounding wooden fish created a solemn and dignified atmosphere reminiscent of Buddhist teachings.

The inner circle, however, has a completely different art style.

A dozen or so young monks were surrounding four black-clad attendants, punching and kicking them, wrestling and grappling. Only their shouts and curses could be heard.

"Benefactor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, will you turn back? Will you turn back? I ask you, will you turn back?!" (Sounds of punches and kicks)

"May Buddha have mercy! Mercy! Mercy or not! I ask you, is he merciful or not! Say he has mercy! Say Buddha has mercy!!" (Sound of slapping)

"Victory breeds resentment, defeat breeds self-contempt. I, Buddha, will I beat you? Will you feel resentment? Will you feel self-contempt? Speak! Will you feel resentment?! Huh?!"

The four waiters were completely dazed and seeing stars.

These monks look kind and gentle, but they're really ruthless! They specifically target the spots that hurt the most!

They would ask questions while hitting the victim, and if the victim didn't answer, they would hit her even harder! They would also hit her if her answers didn't meet their Buddhist standards!

They could hold on at first, but they quickly couldn't take it anymore and began to scream and beg for mercy:

"Turn back! Turn back! I won't do it again! Stop hitting me!"

"Compassion...compassion...Buddha, have mercy! Buddha, have mercy, please!"

"I hold no grudge! I surrender! I have no complaints! Really! Buddha, have mercy!"

Chu Jin and her sisters were stunned; they were speechless.

Outside the banquet hall, in a secluded corner of the manor.

A dozen or so kidnappers in plainclothes, responsible for providing backup and keeping watch, were anxiously looking at their watches and cell phones.

Almost a minute has passed since the power went out!

According to the original plan, the people inside should have succeeded thirty seconds ago and come out through the side door with their target.

Why hasn't there been any movement at all? Not even a signal!

The kidnappers quickly discussed the matter, and the captain decided to risk entering the banquet hall to check the situation.

The hall was empty; the invited entrepreneurs had long since vanished, leaving only a mess and overturned tables and chairs.

In the center of the hall, illuminated by the moonlight and the beams of flashlights from a group of young girls holding cell phones, they witnessed an extremely eerie scene.

A group of old monks dressed in yellow robes stood in a row facing them, chanting something in unison, the wooden fish drums making a loud, rhythmic sound.

Behind these old monks, there seemed to be more intense commotion. One could vaguely see figures moving about and hear suppressed shouts and pleas for mercy.

The kidnappers were all stunned for a moment.

What's going on here? Where's the kidnapping target? How did it turn into a Buddhist chanting ceremony?

They exchanged a glance and rushed over.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" the kidnapper captain shouted as he rushed forward, trying to intimidate the monks.

However, the old monks seemed not to hear them, continuing to chant sutras loudly with their eyes closed, striking the wooden fish with a banging sound, without even lifting their eyelids.

"Get out of the way!" The kidnapper captain was anxious and led his men to forcibly push aside the old monks. Then they saw a dozen or so younger monks performing the Vajra Subduing Demon.

The four demons were already lying on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, too weak to even beg for mercy, only letting out faint groans.

The kidnappers: "..."

Having been in the underworld for so many years, what kind of situation haven't they seen?

But I've never seen anything like this before! A bunch of monks ganging up on kidnappers to the background music of chanting sutras, and they beat the kidnappers until their heads were a mess?! Who would believe that?!

The kidnapper captain felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

If the person cannot be kidnapped within the stipulated time, and the police arrive, the consequences will be unimaginable!

"Take these four good-for-nothings away! They can't stay and give statements to the cops!" the kidnapper captain roared swiftly. He was clearly a retired mercenary from overseas, with a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Several kidnappers stepped forward and roughly dragged up their four companions, who had been converted by the monks and were barely alive, only able to groan and moan, in preparation for their escape.

Immediately afterwards, the kidnapper captain shone his powerful flashlight on the figure who was tightly surrounded by a group of girls.

Chu Jin.

The glaring lights made her squint instinctively.

"Take them away! Quickly!" The kidnapper captain gave the order without any further words.

Time is of the essence; the longer it drags on, the greater the variables will become.

The dozen or so kidnappers pounced on Chu Jin like hungry tigers!

"How dare you! What are you doing?!"

"Amitabha... I'll get you!"

Seeing this, the young monks, despite having exhausted themselves during their exchange of Buddhist teachings, still tried their best to rush forward and stop their benefactor when he was in danger again.

However, these professionally trained kidnappers found it incredibly easy to deal with the group of monks who were already panting and fighting like madmen.

In a few swift and skillful movements, they pinned the leading monks to the ground with their arms behind their backs, rendering them unable to move.

The young monks struggled, but the disparity in strength was too great, and they could only watch helplessly as the kidnappers approached the group of girls.

Just then, a girl stepped forward: "What are you going to do to my boss! I'm telling you, my husband is coming soon! He's very capable!"

The kidnapper didn't even glance at the girl; in his eyes, this little girl who could only whimper was no different from the roadside weeds.

He pushed the girl aside as easily as brushing aside a willow branch that was in his way.

"Get out of my way!"

"Ah!" the girl screamed, staggered a few steps, and fell into another girl's arms like a pink cotton candy.

"Lin Lu, are you alright?"

"You've gone too far!"

The girls gasped and angrily accused the girls.

"Snapped!"

The next second, a large hand with distinct knuckles and bulging veins gripped the kidnapper's shoulder like an iron clamp.

The force was so great that the burly kidnapper, who weighed 170 or 180 pounds, froze completely!