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...

The chairman is a monk.

A real monk.

Yi Lin had already found out.

But the monk's cultivation is not comparable to that of ordinary demon hunters. If the martial arts practiced by demon hunters are "simplified versions" of Buddhist techniques, then the chairman is a real Buddhist monk. From a distance, he can even make Yi Lin afraid of it.

Can't see through.

If you practice Buddhist techniques to the extreme, you can realize all kinds of wonderful magical powers.

Before his death, Zen Master Tianxin could even see through his previous life at a glance and reveal his identity as "Lin Yi".

It can be seen from this that true Buddhist monks and half-baked monster hunters cannot be generalized.

Under the leadership of the male secret, Yi Lin arrived at the top floor of the fifteenth floor.

An old monk wearing a red cassock, with a divine light in his eyes, was sitting behind a pure wooden desk, staring at the "new star" pushing the door open.

Success or failure is here.

Yi Lin walked forward step by step. Buddhist masters knew how to look at appearances. It depends on whether their "cloud body" could be hidden from the chairman's eyes.

If you can't hide it, Yi Lin has other means, at most, you can't be too soft to be tough.

The worst result is nothing more than a grievance from the Butter Brothers this month and making him suffer in vain.

The chairman stared at Miyajinxing's face for a full half minute.

Half a minute later, the old monk smiled on his face: "The young man is terrifying."

Yi Lin clasped her hands together: "I have met the chairman, but the chairman has won the award."

"A person who practices is not used to the secular identity, so you can just call me "Jingkong".

"Okay, clearance."

The indoor air was silent for a moment.

Yi Lin said again: "Okay, Master Jingkong."
Chapter completed!