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Hearing the word “go out,” the emaciated monk seemed to have been fished out from the frigid North Sea, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.,So that night, Ou Yangrong used an electric motor, gears, chopsticks, and rubber to create a physical clicker. He put it and his phone on the bedside table and frantically clicked away at accumulating merit points, while he leisurely recited his vocabulary words and went to sleep listening to the Great Compassion Mantra.,From the last few frames of his memory, it could be guessed that he had fallen into an uncovered well somewhere in the temple.。

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