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"Who are you?"
Qiao Ling'er looked at Wang Yang with curiosity, as there were no other people in the temple except for the monks, and even those who wanted to worship Buddha were discouraged from doing so.
This was Xuanzang's philosophy: why must one bow to Buddha?
As long as Buddha is in one's heart, what difference does it make whether one bows or not?
It was precisely because of this that Qiao Ling'er was curious about the person who had appeared in the main hall.
"This is the person who has helped guide me through my confusion,"
Xuanzang spoke.
Qiao Ling'er watched Wang Yang in disbelief.
She had not expected someone could actually help guide the Holy Monk out of confusion.
"I am just an idle person, that's all,"
Wang Yang said with a light smile.
"An idle person?"
Qiao Ling naturally didn't believe it.
"Qiao Ling'er, if you have any thoughts, feel free to speak them,"
Wang Yang waved his hand, and a cushion appeared before him. Then he casually took a seat.