After autumn, the weather became colder and colder. Zhao Bin sat in an authentic copper dish in Beijing. He picked up chopsticks and mutton from the tumbling pot and ate them in his mouth with hemp sauce. He felt the taste of mutton combined with dipping materials, and could not express his satisfaction.

Lifting the wine cup on the table, Zhao Bin looked at the man sitting opposite him, smiled and said, "Dong Ge is really good, he managed to get the monks of Gutan Temple so quickly."

"Lao Tzu would not have helped you if it hadn't been for this time. In order to help you invite the old...