Chapter 430: The Fantasies of the White Brahma Temple Monks_2

In a palace where the light was slightly dim and filled with the thick scent of White Lotus,

At that moment, there was an old monk wearing a White Lotus Monk Robe, sitting cross-legged on a white cushion, his eyes tightly shut.

His hands, which appeared somewhat gaunt, rested on his crossed legs.

He seemed to be constantly muttering various Buddhist scriptures related to the White Brahma Temple.

"Master..."

A voice suddenly arose from behind the old monk, who was robed in White Lotus and held a string of White Buddha Beads in his hand.

Upon hearing the noise, the old monk in the great hall did not open his eyes, turn his head, or make any other motion,

but just by listening to the voice of the extraordinarily handsome young man behind him, he knew without any difficulty

exactly who it was.

"What's the matter?"