C882 Purple Gold Bodhi Seed

Before Gong Zilin could knock, the door opened on its own. In the yard. There was also a courtyard. The scenery inside was completely different. Fang Yuan's small waterfall was cascading down from the height of the house. The orange lamp swayed with the wind. Next to the waterfall was an old man with white hair and wearing a strict Daoist robe. He was meditating