C44 White Snake Transmission

Hearing Chen Yulan's words, Li Xin did not continue speaking. He mysteriously smiled and turned his gaze back to the simple and crude wooden pulpit. Chen Xiaolan curled her lips without leaving a trace. She felt that there was something meaningful in Li Xin's smile.

The monks on stage were indeed right, and the listeners all listened with relish, occasionally even calling out 'yes'