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After a moment, a group of monks wielding weapons rushed over, and all the believers on the street promptly moved to either side, instantly causing chaos on the street.
The monks, weapons in hand, surrounded Jin Naluo, pointing their weapons at him.
Jin Naluo brought his hands together in a prayer position and bowed, smiling as he said: "Jin Naluo, this humble monk, has the honor of meeting all the junior brothers!"
A muscular monk with a small mustache stepped forward, thumping his iron staff onto the ground, and barked: "Jin Naluo, the elder wants to see you, come with me!"
Jin Naluo followed a multitude of monks to a splendid temple, which had three large characters written over it: Dahua Temple.
Inside a grand hall of Dahua Temple, an elderly monk sat cross-legged on a golden carpet, his white hair meticulously kept, with his hands on his knees, but he had only six fingers, missing two on each hand.
