"That still needs some basis, doesn't it?"
"Amitabha, this old monk understands." Field Combat Monk spoke as if he had realized something.
"Old monk, what exactly do you understand?" Wine God Huahua, who was standing next to the monk, couldn't help asking after hearing him chant the Buddha’s name. The Black Myna on his shoulder also turned its head, looking the Field Combat Monk up and down.
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