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Deep in the mountains south of Jiangcheng, there is a temple.
The temple is not large, but it is surrounded by lush, colorful flowers and plants, making it a picturesque scene.
It's like a paradise on earth.
Lu Yuan led a group of people up the mountain to the temple gate, where he leaned on his knees, panting heavily.
"You all wait here!"
He looked around and then quickly walked into a side door by himself.
Inside the courtyard, a young monk sweeping the floor saw Lu Yuan and came over to bow, saying, "Benefactor, this is where my master cultivates in seclusion. Please go to the front to offer incense."
"I'm here to find your master!"
Lu Yuan strode inside, shouting, "Uncle! Uncle, save me!!"
No one responded in the courtyard.
"Please refrain from making a noise, benefactor!" The young monk chased after Lu Yuan and grabbed him.
Lu Yuan flicked his hand and continued walking inside.
"Uncle! Uncle!"
Suddenly, an immense pressure filled the courtyard, followed by a muffled roar.
"Shut up!!!"
A door in front of Lu Yuan opened, and a stream of air rushed out, forcing Lu Yuan back.
boom!
Lu Yuan looked at the ground in front of him. After the dust and mist cleared, there was a dented fist-shaped mark!
Lu Yuan stared intently.
"Lu Yuan, why aren't you staying at home? What are you doing here on the mountain disturbing me?!"
Lu Yuan looked up and saw a monk standing at the gate.
Clad in a kasaya, with a fierce and wrathful expression.
The left hand is clasped in a gesture of respect, while the right hand is clenched into a fist.
Lu Yuan couldn't help but glance at the right fist. He knew that the fist mark on the ground was caused by that punch!
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