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... e wood flew into his hand.
Once in his hand, the cypress wood became thin and short, eventually transforming into a fishing rod.
Zhou Xuan glanced at the rod and immediately understood, saying, "Zen Master, are you going to fish that Jiangyu Monk out?"
"You are perceptive, sir. However, even with the rod in hand, I still need a fishing line."
After Master Wu Ya spoke, he muttered under his breath,
and with his chanting, a faint black mist emerged from the ...
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