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The Brocade Kasaya appeared without a sound, and so did the figure in it, without the slightest warning.
Everything had happened so suddenly.
The figure wore the Brocade Kasaya and stood with her back to Guanyin.
Guanyin could not see her face at all. All she was given was a back view, and as she looked at it, she inexplicably found it extraordinarily familiar.
Yet for the moment, she could not remember who the owner of that back was.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Guanyin uttered a Buddhist Chant and looked at the figure's back. "Fellow Daoist, could you return the kasaya you are wearing to this monk?"
Guanyin did not dare let down her guard against this suddenly appearing figure. The other party had silently taken the Brocade Kasaya right under her nose.
That alone showed she was no ordinary person! Guanyin did not dare act arrogantly and could only address her as an equal.
Courtesy came first.
If that failed in the end, then they could only fight it out! The person wearing the kasaya did not turn around.
"This monk?"
The woman murmured, the corners of her lips curling upward. There was clear disdain, cold mockery, and ridicule in that murmur!
Naturally, Guanyin heard it as well, and she caught the mockery in the woman's words. Guanyin said nothing.
For some reason, Guanyin found that voice strangely familiar, as though she had heard it somewhere before. Yet she could not remember where.
Familiar, yet strange.
She kept wavering between not remembering and being on the verge of remembering!
Still facing away from Guanyin, the woman continued, "You want the Brocade Kasaya on This Poor Daoist's body?"
"That is correct!"
Guanyin nodded. "Could Fellow Daoist return it to this monk?"
The woman said, "This Poor Daoist seized it with