"Hanging Monastery."
Jiang Wang gave an affirmative answer.
"What is the dharma name of that old monk?"
"Ku Jue."
"Very strong?"
"Unfathomably deep."
"Then it must be true," Xiang Qian sat up with a flip, "The current abbot of Hanging Monastery is Master Ku Ming, and this monk is of the same generation as the abbot!"
"The generational names of Hanging Monastery go 'Du Xing Ding Zhi Guan Yi Xin, Bei Ku Jing Kong Jie Fa Yuan,' and now the Ku generation is at the helm." (1)
He murmured, "Such a powerful sect with a long history is indeed discerning."
Seeing that Xiang Qian seemed to be very familiar with Hanging Monastery and reacted so strangely, Jiang Wang couldn't help but ask, "Do those things that make you feel hopeless include Hanging Monastery?"
"Not exactly," Xiang Qian sat on the bed, slightly bowing his head, "I've only been there..."
"You were also a monk?"
