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Chapter 153: Chapter 37: Madam’s Doubts, Monks Cang

Long and Fu Hu, Heaven -Determined Phoenix (Additional Update)—3

Translator: 549690339

This caught the attention ofYu Qinghan and Pei Ming.

The light descended quickly, landing on the high platform.

Two figures came into view.

One round and one tall.

The first was a fat-headed monk emitting golden light all over his body.ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

He was burly and steady in his steps, his body not looking corpulent, but rather extremely strong.

He held a bronze bowl in his hands, draped in yellow monk robes, with a powerful aura, like a ascetic monk who had practiced for hundreds of years.

The other was a tall blue monk, very thin, like a bamboo pole, with one hand clasped together, holding prayer beads, and a silver ring around his neck. They both shared a similar powerful qi, neither one inferior to the other.

“There are actually two monks here.”

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Yu Qinghan looked over and revealed a puzzled expression.

Did these monks come here for some reason?

Changning King Pei Ming saw the two and his pupils constricted, matching their contrasting figures, he quickly deduced their origins.

“They seem to be…”

“Amitabha, pardon our intrusion upon you all, benefactors,” said the chubby monk first with a smile on his face.

“Allow me to introduce myself, this humble monk is Monk Fu Hu, from Little

Lingyin Temple.”

“Cang Long.”

The thin blue-robed monk only gave a slight nod, then bowed.

His face was calm, and he looked like someone who spoke very little.

“It turns out to be Monks Cang Long and Fu Hu of Little Lingyin Temple, my apologies for our negligence!”

Pei Ming, as a prince, showed a respectful attitude towards these two monks. From this, it was evident that the status of these two monks was indeed high. Yu Qinghan glanced at them and nodded her head to say hello.

Speaking of Monks Cang Long and Fu Hu, she also recalled their origin.

Little Lingyin Temple.

One of the Five Immortal Sects, a holy place for Buddhism.

They specialized in the practice of Buddhism, and it was also the main sect worshipped by the Xia Country.

The Yan Country believed in Daoism, while Xia Country focused on Buddhism.

Monks Cang Long and Fu Hu were the two most talented youths of the Lingyin Temple, known as the bane of demons.

They had mastered the Buddhas’ Sutra and had subdued countless demons and monsters.

After the founding of their country, the majority of the demons in the northern region of Xia were dealt with by Little Lingyin Temple.

Yu Qinghan’s gaze turned to Monk Fu Hu and she immediately noticed.

This monk’s body seemed to be refined with gold, giving an indestructible impression. His skin was covered in bright golden Sanskrit characters, with radiance constantly sinking and emerging.

In the dark, it felt like there was a living Buddha standing behind them both.

From one look, they were powerful in the Golden Core Realm, and their Golden Core was at least above the six-turn level.

With each step they took, there was a cluster of Buddha qi formed beneath their feet that turned into a golden lotus three inches long.

“What brings the two of you here?”

Yu Qinghan’s demeanor didn’t waver, even when facing two Golden Core realm powerhouses, she spoke calmly.

It was impossible that they were her enemies.

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Monk Fu Hu, with a Maitreya Buddha-like expression on his face, spoke unhurriedly:

“True Dragon has been born, Yan Country’s national fortune is revived, and every Immortal Sect has already taken action.”

Yu Qinghan’s tone was cold, and she frowned:

“The remnants of Yan Country have caught the attention of the Immortal

Sects?”

“What is the abbot’s attitude?”

Her gaze became serious.

“Heaven-determined Phoenix.” The thin Monk Cang Long spoke indifferently.

“Heaven-determined Phoenix…”

Yu Qinghan murmured to herself.

Monk Fu Hu laughed, “To maintain the stability of the Mortal World, the abbot sent us down the mountain.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Qinghan immediately understood.

These two monks were here to help her.

ps: Apologies for the wait, everyone. There were some network issues. With this update, there are 9,000 words today..

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