At night, Chengnan Memorial Hall.

After the lights were turned off, the old things displayed in the dark old house were quiet, as if they had not woken up from the past to the present. The door locks were quietly growing damp mushrooms, the lock cylinder was rusted, and the dirty monk quietly pushed the door in.

The sign of great impurity that he missed during the day went away and returned, and at night he returned to the memorial hall. He hadn’t found what the Living Buddha wanted. He came here during the day, but he didn’t look for the outer hall at that time, and then something went wrong, great impurity. Xiang went straight to the inner hall this time.

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