If we talk about the momentum of the river, there should be no comparison in this world.

"Nature is magnificent, the world is magnificent, let's take a look."

The monk in the Indian continued to walk forward, his pace getting faster and faster.

This place is not far from where he is going.

I just don’t know if the Buddha bone relics of our ancestors were lost here.

If not, it is really a great good.

At this time, in the distance, in the torrent of the Yellow River, a fisherman was sitting on a bamboo raft down the torrent.

He was wearing a straw raincoat and a hat on his head, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

He is proud of killing thousands of households in the world, and he is illiterate and fishes for the old man.

This is true for rivers and people.

Going along the Yellow River, the fishing man drifted quickly towards the direction of the Indian monk.

He held a bamboo pole in his hand, and there was a trace of fishing line at the bamboo pole.
Chapter completed!