I don’t know why, but today’s border crossing is very lively.
Monks came from the Western Region one after another, wanting to enter the Tianwu Dynasty.
This can make the border guards somewhat at a loss.
He quickly came to see the situation for himself.
"The poor monk is Huikong, a monk from the ancient Xichan Temple. He wants to enter the Tianwu Dynasty to find the Holy Son of Buddhism."
"The poor monk is a monk from the Jokhang Temple and is going to the Tianwu Dynasty to find the Holy Son of Buddhism."
"The poor monk is Xuan Ku, a monk from Lanruo Temple. Like the two monks, he also wants to find the Holy Son of Buddhism."
"poor monk"
The border guard looked at the dozens of bald heads in front of him, including a poor monk and a Buddhist saint, and felt dizzy.
no way.
These bald heads are too bright, and they look too dazzling when gathered together.
I checked their Buddhist certificates and found no problems.
The border guard will only let you pass.
The monks entered the Tianwu Dynasty.
This is also the first time that the Tianwu Dynasty has welcomed so many Buddhists.
"The direction in which the Buddhist Holy Son appears is in the southwest."
"That's right, I'll go to the southwest!"
"The Holy Son of Buddhism must never be allowed to stay in a place without a Buddhist atmosphere."
"The Holy Son of Buddhism! Angelica Buddhism!"
Fuyun Mountain.
Ye Qingyun got up.
As soon as he came out of the yard, he saw a small figure watering the many vegetables grown in the yard.
On the clothesline not far away, the washed clothes have been dried.
"Brother Ye, you're awake."
Guo Xiaoyun wiped the sweat from his face and said to Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun was a little helpless.
"You don't have to do these things."
Guo Xiaoyun was startled and lowered his head in grievance.
Ye Qingyun sighed.
Chapter completed!