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... came from behind Su Yan.
One sound.
"Amitabha Buddha"
It resounded behind her.
As she turned around, she saw a monk.
Holding a copper bowl, wearing a Kasaya, barefoot, and clasping a Zen Stick in the other hand.
With eyes closed, his brows furrowed with sorrow that seemed unresolvable.
If a monk is troubled, it must be a significant matter.
Su Yan looked at him, feeling he seemed familiar.
Until the monk spoke,
"Bene ...
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