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... ly, the **** sticks in TV dramas are called Banxian, but he is called Xianren. One can imagine his status in the hearts of the people. Just ask around and you'll know where he is.

Zhang Xianren lives in a temple on the east side of the town, and is the chief bishop of that temple.

Everyone inquired all the way and finally found the temple, which almost surprised them at that time. Too many people, too many people in the temple.

I didn't meet anyone on the street before, but ...

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