The man fell outside the wall, his eyes fell on the three incense sticks that Julian Tao had inserted on the ground. He circled the incense cloud twice, and a faint thin voice sounded.
"Oh, it smells so good. It's much more delicious than the vegetarian chicken these bald guys say. Bah, bah, bah, vegetarian chicken is nothing like chicken. Stop insulting chicken!"
Under the sunlight, a graceful black shadow is cast on the wall of Puzhao Temple.
The man complained a few words without restraint, and then he saw the tip of the shadow's nose on the wall move, and then he sighed.
"Well... nowadays, there are not many young people who know how to burn incense before going into the mountains..."
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