Zhou Yueru stared at Pang Yu for a long time. Pang Yu looked at Zhou Yueru and said, "Miss Zhou, what else can you do?"

"No, no more."

Zhou Yue subconsciously slowed down her pace and put some distance between herself and Pang Yu.

After Pang Yu walked for a while, he saw that Zhou Yueru was a little haggard, so he asked in a slower tone, "Is your father feeling better lately?"

"Still like that."

Zhou Yueru didn't want to mention this matter.

Seeing that Zhou Yueru didn't want to talk, Pang Yu didn't continue to ask. He walked very fast all the way and soon arrived at Zhou's paper shop. There was a crowd of people gathered in front of the door. Zhou Yueru felt nervous, wondering if something happened to his father again.

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Zhou Yueru hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, only to see a tall man wearing a brown Taoist robe and a Taoist bun standing in front of the pawn shop, and the door panels were all closed.

Zhou Yueru breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the Taoist priest.

Zhou Yueru said cautiously, "This master is standing in front of my paper shop. What advice do you have?"

The Taoist priest slowly turned around. He was about thirty or forty years old, with gray hair and a boyish face, with an immortal air and a Taoist spirit. He exuded an extraordinary temperament that was indifferent to the world.

Zhou Yueru was stared at by his clear eyes and found it difficult to speak. The Taoist priest said lightly, "Pindao Dharma is named Bichen. He has been walking in the world for nearly seventy years. All the things in the world are no longer in Pindao's heart. But today I passed by

Tongcheng, I suddenly felt an aura of spirituality here, and I couldn't help but take a closer look, only to realize that there is a true god in this shop!"

Zhou Yueru asked blankly, "What true god?"

The Taoist priest said loudly and solemnly, "God of the Stick!"
Chapter completed!