However, in Hengyuan's mind, Lord Xu was a kind and charitable person. Such a good person deserved to be treated gently by him.
After entering the relay station, he had been targeted everywhere. They had come with good intentions, but what they encountered was a " stick ". He was extremely angry. In such a situation, this little monk still came out to show off, as if he, Hengyuan, was a clay chicken and pottery dog that could be sent flying with one palm.
In the end, he was just a little monk with rough skin and thick flesh.
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At the beginning of spring, the warm sun hung in the West.
Master du 'e held the Buddhist staff in his hand and wore a golden-red Kasaya. He strolled back and stopped at the entrance of the courier station. Then, he stepped out and came to the inner courtyard.
