In the Han King Palace.
In the bathroom, the fragrance of Sandalwood Rose. There was a pot of hot tea on the table, and the purple teapot was glowing. The buzzing sound of chanting came from the outside.
The Zen was endless.
A monk in a golden Kasaya and a Prince in a brocade robe sat opposite each other.
Judging from the monk's face, he was one of the five Dharma Kings of the demon sect, the gold Bodhisattva, who was supposed to be in the EastRiver Valley. And that Lord was naturally the northern Han King.
At this moment, the Han King's face was filled with worry.
"Zen Master, it's too difficult for me."
"Your Highness, please feel free to speak your mind."
Looking at the gold Bodhisattva's solemn face, han King opened his heart and told her, " "Zen Master, I've heard you say that you're not close to women all day and that you're cultivating your Buddhist nature. But recently I feel more and more that I am very sad Yingluo."
