Saintly Gate Venerab

Under a locust tree, an elderly man in a 中山裝 sat on a stone bench, sipping tea.,The river chuckled softly: "Elder Jiang, you're cursed with bad luck, there seems to be a bloody disaster, your time is up!",But Chiang Chung-sheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and sneered, "Wait a moment, I'll take care of it. I want to see how this piece of paper can protect him!"。