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"Thank you Uncle Joe for letting you stay here for a month.",the snowflakes fluttered on the mountain, in front of the thousand-year-old temple with Sanskrit sounds, but when Huo Si-Jue arrived here in his car, he was surprised to find the old monk in gray monks waiting at the gate of the temple.,the old monk clasped his hands and glanced calmly at the man in front of him, then he held the Buddha bead in his hand.。