The words on it are vaguely visible, but they are not there at first glance. Only when you look at them carefully can you vaguely see them, as if they are floating and rotating.

The more I watch attentively, the more complicated I feel these three characters, as if they have become countless small characters entangled together.

He looked at it for a while and then relaxed.

No matter how much I look at it, I still don't recognize it.

It is better to enter the Shenjing City, look for the learned people, and make acquaintances with them to inquire.

As the abbot of the King Kong Courtyard, his status is still sufficient even though the King Kong Courthouse has a dim reputation.

Those well-educated people still like to associate with monks.

"Yaya!" the delicate young woman suddenly cried out.

The little girl in her arms was struggling, her hands kept reaching out to Fa Kong, trying to touch Fa Kong.

There is Lin Feiyang in the middle.

Lin Feiyang made a face for her, but the little girl ignored him at all and insisted on meeting Fa Kong.

The delicate young woman was shaken by her pull, unable to stand still, and became a little angry.

Yaya is weak and cannot use such great strength. This will easily cause her to sweat and aggravate her condition.

Lin Feiyang ducked behind Fakong.

Fakong was putting away the Buddhist scriptures and looked up at the little girl Yaya.

Seeing that Lin Feiyang was not in front of her, Yaya immediately smiled and reached out to touch Fakong.

Lin Feiyang raised his head and said with a smile: "The little girl just thinks your cassock is fun, why not give it to her to play with."

The delicate young woman smiled apologetically at Fakong.

Fakong said in a warm voice: "It seems that the young benefactor has a predestined relationship with the poor monk. If there is a predestined relationship, he will cross over to Amitabha."

He extended his right palm.

The little girl Yaya suddenly smiled happily, suddenly threw off her white satin gloves, and put her little hand on Fakong's big hand.

Because Fakong practiced Taiyin Minor Refining, his palms were slender and white, like a piece of mutton-fat white jade.

The little girl Yaya's little hands are covered with wrinkles, the skin is wrinkled, withered and thin, like the palms of an old lady.

The people watching were immediately startled.

There was a lot of discussion immediately.

"What's wrong with this kid?"

"Did you have some strange disease?"

"Very scary."

"Sigh... I'm going to grow old before my time. I'm afraid my life won't..."

"Hush! Be careful of trouble coming from your mouth!"

The young woman showed an embarrassed smile and smiled sheepishly at Fukong, fearing that Fukong would dislike Yaya's weird hands.

Fakong looked at Yaya with a smile: "What is the name of the little donor...?"

"Oh, Qingluo, Xu Qingluo." The young woman said hurriedly.

She motioned to a child at her feet to quickly pick up the gloves.

"The young benefactor has a fate with the poor monk, so let's form a good relationship." Fakong smiled, made a mudra with his palms, and cast the rejuvenation spell.

He can now cast the rejuvenation spell extremely quickly.

People only felt that a shadow appeared in his palms. In the blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared. His right palm was holding Yaya's palm again, as if it was an illusion just now.

People suddenly widened their eyes.

Yaya's originally skinny and wrinkled little hands suddenly changed their appearance and became like a white lotus root.

"ah!"

"what happened?"

"The trick doesn't work?"

People immediately exclaimed.

Yaya immediately clapped her little hands and showed a sweet smile, but no sound came out.

Lin Feiyang was immediately disappointed, knowing that this little girl was deaf-mute.
Chapter completed!