"Master, why insist on going your own way You've finally ascended to this pure land. Please don't fall back into that hell of suffering.",Soon, Ou Yang Rong climbed up halfway with rainwater on his head. At this time, he could reach out and touch the rock at the well mouth, and suddenly a familiar sandalwood scent wafted into his nose.,A certain materialistic graduate student earnestly turned his head and politely inquired, "May I ask for your esteemed name, venerable master"。