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"Amitabha, have you finally remembered something?" A Buddhist chant sounded out. Jiang Chuan raised his head to look and saw a golden light suddenly shining from the black cloud. Within that golden light, there was also a bald monk wearing a purple robe!

"You, who are you?!" Jiang Chuan's voice was ice-cold. From this monk's tone, it seemed like he knew who he was?

"Almsgiver