The old monk in front of him loves to be pure and elegant, although he does not have a superior demeanor, but the little half-immortal has been getting along with him for a few days and found that this old monk is also as indifferent as water when he gets along with people, and he doesn't like to be entangled.

The speech is also concise and clear, happy and peaceful, and there is no sad and resentful sigh.

Fame and fortune are like clouds and smoke, coming and going, ups and downs, and I can't be the slightest disturb to this pure monk.

He is simple and light, plain and natural, longitudinal

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