Chapter 897: Old Monk, You Broke Your Vow of Anger

olar Zhang Biwu held a steaming teacup, gently shaking his head to blow away the foam on the surface of the tea. He smiled faintly and said: "Though it seems high and mighty, free and unrestrained, an...ed, “Is there something”The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, saying, "Amitabha Buddha, benefactor...""Don't call me master."Li Chen raised his hand and unceremoniously interrupt...