C550 The Man Lying in the Coffin
Jialan Temple.
The dense ancient trees blotted out the sun.
The tube was wrapped with cigarettes, and one could hear the chanting of monks.
Le Youyou held Tang Beiyue's hand as they stepped into the monastery. A young monk walked towards them and arched his back slightly. "Benefactor, who are you looking for?"
"I am just looking around. .
