In the face of the problem of Rong Jing, Gu Yi's eyes dodged, but he was soon replaced by a smile. He shook his head. "It's just curiosity. I haven't seen it before. I read one by chance, and I think the Buddhist doctrine is still good."

Rong Jing didn't have the heart to discuss the Buddhist doctrine with him. She glanced over and said with a smile, "look at the rest, the monk still writes poems, referring to the uncertain elegant collection as the Buddhist book of songs."

Rong Jing said, but without Gu Yi's permission, she broke the lock with a gold needle.

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