"Cousin? What's your name? Why don't I seem to have any impression of you? At that time, Jingxin was still a little Taoist aunt at the foot of Mount Wutai. Once, a cousin from a distant house came to her.

Snow Moon, a diluted name, gradually appeared in the mind of Jingxin. At that time, she kindly took her in, but this is not the key point. The most important thing is that the cousin's side, with a small monk, his face is exactly the same as Chen Jiuyi in front of him.

The little monk, who wanted to stay at the beginning and was sincere enough to see him...