"White Bone Burial Pit?" Lady Lianhua was evidently unfamiliar with this name.
Huang Tianfeng, who came along, also scratched his thin head, puzzled: "When did our Lotus Temple get a place like this?"
Seeing this, Zhou Xuan also asked Zhao Wuya: "Ya Zi, are you sure you remembered correctly? Is this the name?"
"It's the name, anyway, it's what that boy Master Wu Ya said. Whether he was talking nonsense, I can't be sure."
Zhao Wuya said, rubbing his swollen forehead.
"Then let's go to the Lotus Temple first. Since Master Wu Ya said so, there must be a reason."
Zhou Xuan turned his head and looked at Lady Lianhua: "As for the 'Contemplation Zen,' don't doubt it, if you're not part of the Twenty-one Zen, how did that big Fish Monk swim into your dreams?"
"That Mr. was also in my dreams. Could it be Mr. is also part of Twenty-one Zen?"
Lady Lianhua asked.
