Datsun had perished, no longer the orthodox succession.
South naturally changed its era, the naming was personally devised by the Prime Minister, it was the first year of Kaiping!
Xu Zhou.
A monastery.
"I've seen Master Xu Xin!"
The Great Confucian Scholar, Zhang Haoran, joined his hands in greeting, offering salutations to an old monk.
Alongside, a Taoist was leisurely brewing tea under a plum tree, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Amitabha Buddha... As the donor went to persuade the South, this old monk has been chanting day and night, praying for your blessed and safe return under the protection of the Brahma gods!"
Master Xu Xin's face shone with a radiance of compassion, and suddenly, tears streamed down his face.
"Why do you weep, monk?"
The Taoist at the side suddenly burst out laughing.