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... anced in the air. Soon, Yuecha’s figure slowly disappeared. Then, the golden flames died out. Nothing was left. It was as if nothing happened.
The scene was silent. A breeze blew by.
“Amitabha.”
Every monk did the Namaste gesture and silently chanted Buddhist scriptures.
The death of Yuecha did enlighten the Buddhists.
“Sigh, lost a friend again.” Li Nianfan shook his head. He felt sentimental.
He experienced more things as he approached more cultivators. He l ...
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