Qiao Shiqian told him not to say this, and his tone was just like looking at his own children.,he was so worried that his chest fluctuated violently.,the snowflakes fluttered on the mountain, in front of the thousand-year-old temple with Sanskrit sounds, but when Huo Si-Jue arrived here in his car, he was surprised to find the old monk in gray monks waiting at the gate of the temple.。