"Wait a little longer, maybe there will be people from the dragon gate nearby."

Zhang Yuan murmured.

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Deep in the temple gate.

In front of a simple room.

A skinny old monk knocked on the bowl in front of him and made an old sound.

"The holy weapon changes, the devil escapes from trouble, hell is restless, and the great changes of eternal times"

Bobobo.

The sounds of bowls sounded in the room, accompanied by mysterious chanting sounds.

The ground under him was originally cracking silently, and a trace of black air overflowed from the ground, turning into palms, grabbing them.

However, as the sound of chanting scriptures sounded, the black air dissipated one by one, and a shrill roar came from the ground, and the cracked ground was slowly healing.

The whole room, the indescribable Holy Spirit, peaceful and warm, seemed to be separated from the outside world forever.

The shrill roar from the ground didn't even spread out at all.
Chapter completed!