"It's, it's been 800 years?"
He was very old, but in a moment of desperation, his strength was not light. The old monk's wrist was numb and painful, but he did not dare to withdraw.
He only said respectfully, "
master beiku, the heavenly Dao temple disappeared 800 years ago. After that, it was a hundred years of chaos. The current dynasty was established. It has been 800 years.
"It's been 800 years, 800 years. It's actually been so long."
The old monk's face trembled. After hearing this, he muttered to himself, "
"I've waited for 800 years, but fortunately, I've made it. I didn't let senior brother down!"
"Sorrowful sorcerer ..."
the bell has rung. Our home has reappeared.
The old monk, who had been extremely excited earlier, calmed down after venting his inner excitement.
His breath seemed to be even weaker, but his eyes were filled with joy.
"Remember, we are all monks from the heavenly Dao temple."
