C870 When the lake of the heart is born the stream will form its own sea

Zhao Mingzhe was a little confused, thinking that he had met a ghost.

The white-clothed monk's indifferent voice once again rang out:

"Amitabha, do you still not understand?"

Zhao Mingzhe had one good thing, that he knew everything, and did not know anything at all.

Shaking his head, Zhao Mingzhe replied instinctively:

"I really don't understand."

"Actually