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Chapter 891: Fengshen Pavilion(2/2)

Jomoko shook his head and sighed.

Since embarking on the path of cultivation, all kinds of diseases in the world have long gone for him, but he did not expect that he would be stumped by such a "strange disease".

"I heard that my sister-in-law is also seeking medical treatment everywhere..."

Liu Dachan wanted to speak but stopped, but couldn't help but speak: "Why don't your master ask for action?"

"How come you didn't go?"

Qiao Moke smiled bitterly: "I went to look for the teacher back then, but as soon as I went out, I met Junior Brother Yang. Junior Brother told me that the teacher said that the time was not right, so I asked me to wait... But I have been waiting for ten years and I really can't wait."

Jomoko sighed in his heart.

He is not an indecisive person, but he is concerned about it and he really can't stand his wife's crying. But over the years, he even invited the emperor's lord, but what...

"People's Lord!"

At this time, the soldier who brought Qin Honghai to the scene ran in again: "There is a strange monk outside the door asking to see the Pavilion Master, saying yes, saying yes, saying yes, saying yes, saying yes, saying that it can resolve the Pavilion Master's doubts!"

"Monk?"

Jomoko raised his eyebrows.

The Great Zhou ban preached the Buddha for eighteen years, and even the seventy-two masters changed their sects. At least in the imperial capital, they were not shown a monk as a monk. Where did this monk come from?

His mind turned, but his eyes became sharp: "Where are others?!"

"What monk?"

Liu Dachan was also shocked and was about to speak when a stream of light flashed from the sky.

The next moment, a female voice that could not hide her excitement in her coldness rang in the yard: "Master, please come in!"

Looking at the sword intent that had not dissipated in the air, Liu Dachan and Qiao Moke both smiled bitterly. Of course, only Xi responded to the situation if they could be more anxious than them.

"Good, good."

While the Buddhist name with Zen was passed into the courtyard, a handsome monk wearing a red cassock had arrived in the courtyard accompanied by Xi Yingxiang.

"I dare to ask the master, where is it from? Can it really solve my confusion?"

Qiao Moke bowed slightly, his expression became solemn. With his eyesight at this moment, he could not see through the monk's feet in front of him.

“Come from the West.”

The monk Junxiu smiled slightly, but his eyes looked at the direction where Xi Yingxiang left: "The little monk is best at enlightenment. It is not difficult to open a stone, and it is naturally not a problem for people."

In his eyes, a divine light that could only be seen by him, which seemed to be infinitely long, was pointing in that direction, and with the sound of several lines of footsteps, the divine light,

It ended abruptly.

"Um?"

But the next moment, the smile on his face froze:
Chapter completed!
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