"is that so?"

"I can't remember, I can't remember. This is the result of his deliberate actions, but you can call him Venerable." Li Duashen sighed and said, "There is no such thing in the scriptures that have been passed down from generation to generation. I only know that there is a ment: I am a bodhisattva, patient and steadfast like the earth, meditating deeply as a treasure.”

``Lord Bodhisattva, what do these words in the scriptures that you just mentioned mean?'' Chen Xiaolin felt strange and asked with interest.

Therefore, is the God that Li Duashin believes in just a secular faith, or is it a supernatural "life" that exists but is mysterious and unpredictable, like these strange gods?

If it's the latter, what's the purpose of deliberately not reminding people of its abilities?

If no one remembers his existence, will anyone continue to believe in him?

Chen Xiaolin looked at Li Duanen strangely, as if he couldn't understand how Li Duanen's ancestors passed down this strange faith from generation to generation.

In response to Chen Xiaolin's question, Li Duaren shook his head: "I don't know, but I understand that the Venerable has a strong will and supernatural concentration, and his wisdom is immeasurable. Who? It's a shame that we don't even remember him.'' . . .History also prevents us from fully understanding the meaning of this sentence. ”

"Mystery." Chen Xiaolin mented on this. For a moment, he suspected that he had been deceived by Li Duaren, but when he saw someone who seemed to have been deceived himself, his piety and regret were indescribable. No matter how great an actor is, it is impossible for him to create such a sense of realism.

When Li Duanen heard Chen Xiaolin's words, he did not get angry, but smiled and said: "You may not believe what I'm saying, but what I'm saying is that he's a great real person."

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