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"What's his belief?" Jiang Wang asked.
The old woman glanced at him with slight annoyance, seemingly complaining that he was bringing up an inconvenient topic, but she still answered, "He was a disciple of Buddhism."
Jiang Wang cleverly responded, "But he still chose to stay by your side."
Therefore, the old woman smiled again: "Yes."
In reality, Jiang Wang's heart was greatly stirred.
Monk... another monk.
And this old lady even said, I resemble that monk?
Could it really be that I am fated with monks?
He couldn't help but shake his head vigorously, trying to rid himself of the dreadful thought.
In fact, he had a psychological shadow because of the relentless pestering by Monk Ku Jue and his disciple.
As a prominent strain in the current times, it was normal to encounter monks more frequently. It would be unusual not to meet them at all.
But, on the other hand, if that senior was a monk.
The name "Xiaofan" just seems even more romantic...
