Datang: I Signed up for Qing Gong at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion

Chen Yi's soul passed through the Shaolin sweeping monk and activated the sign-in system in front of the Sutra Pavilion. The first time I signed, my hand was like a ladder in the clouds, and I stepped on the air current and teleported in the air. No one in the whole temple knew that the little monk who swept fallen leaves every day had left an afterimage on the corner of the eaves - Jianghu didn't know who was about to overthrow him.