The Empress Dowager's honor guard quickly went up the mountain.
The young monk on the mountain had long known that his wife was going up the mountain today and had been waiting outside the mountain gate.
Qingfeng had grown up in the past two years and had gradually become a pillar of the temple.
Back then, every time Jiang Huailu came over, he would try to recruit him to the Salvation Palace, scaring him half to death. She was so scared that tears and snot flowed down her face several times.
At this moment, he was actually able to take charge of an area on his own.
However…
In the end, he didn't dare to look Jiang Huailu in the eye.
This had always been his childhood nightmare.
"Greetings, Empress Dowager."
Qing Feng brought the young acolytes to bow to the Empress Dowager.
The Empress Dowager waved her hand. She had lived in the Nation Protecting Temple for a period of time and was extremely familiar with these young monks.
