深夜濡沫的恋爱樱花达达兔

A middle-aged man with a long beard walked into the hall of this wooden house, and the monks in the hall stopped talking. They all stood up and clasped their fists at the monk. Ning Cheng quickly stood up. He did not use his spiritual consciousness to scan the monk. With his eyes, he could see that this monk should be at least a strong person in the late stage of life and death, and maybe even a strong person in the eternal realm....