Jiang Changsheng looked at the Buddha statue in front of him. This Buddha statue was not kind-faced, but more like an Arhat who was subduing demons. He was glaring angrily and had a tall body. He was holding a bowl in his left hand and an ax in his right hand. It was extremely weird.

"The donor is here. Do you have any questions you want to answer?"

The old monk turned his back to Jiang Changsheng and asked casually.

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said: "Does this small temple of yours still accept pilgrims? But within a radius of three thousand miles, it is difficult to see people. How can anyone come to burn incense on weekdays?"

The reason why he was attracted to this place was because of the old monk's skill.

Qiankun Realm!

It is simply unbelievable that there is a master hidden in the great scenery. If the Mahayana Dragon Tower knew about it, wouldn't it be scary to death?

Perhaps this person came to Dajing in the past few decades.

Nowadays, only the masters of Qiankun Realm and Dongtian Realm can attract Jiang Changsheng's attention. He just calculated that this guy's worth is equivalent to fifteen thousand incense.

The old monk stopped knocking on the wooden fish, stood up slowly, and said: "It turns out that the Taoist ancestor is here, but this poor monk is rude."

He turned around, revealing a horrifying face. Half of his face was burned and his eyes almost fell out. The other half of his face looked very weathered, like an old man in his sixties or seventies.

Jiang Changsheng was not frightened by the old monk's face, because his spiritual sense had already detected it.

He asked calmly: "How do you know I am the Taoist?"

The old monk replied: "Amitabha, the Great Scenery is a dynasty of luck, but there is no luck in you. Apart from the mysterious Taoist ancestor, the poor monk can't think of anyone else."

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