But the bodhisattva still echoes in the corner of the courtyard.
Forgotten, the disciples in Sichuan knelt down and sang Bodhisattva songs outside the mourning hall. Luo Changfeng looked up to heaven and didn’t let the tears drop. He squeezed out an ugly smile and called "Senior Brother" With silver hair and blind eyes, Huangfuyi turned to the side of his head. "Have you ever complained…