Abbot Liao Chi led his pretty-faced junior brother over, bowed to Gu Yun, and smiled with a bright dragon-claw chrysanthemum blooming on his face: "We haven't seen each other for so many years, but the Marquis still has his elegant demeanor. It's really a blessing for me."
Gu Yun's stomach ached at the old man's ugly face, and he thought to himself, "Isn't that right? I haven't been cursed to death by you yet."
Of course, as the Marquis of An Ding, it was not convenient for him to let his temper make unreasonable troubles. At least he had to live up to his reputation. At the moment, he just nodded slightly with an indifferent expression: "Thank you, Master."
The fair-faced monk with delicate features followed him to greet him, but he just smiled and said nothing. Gu Yun couldn't help but glance at him again.
Liao Chi explained: "Master Hou, don't be surprised. Although my junior brother has excellent understanding and studies Buddhism diligently, he is unfortunately born to practice closed-mouthed meditation."
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