Next door to the Dingguo Marquis Mansion, the temporary residence of the monk and apprentice.

"Second goods, what time is it, don't get up to do morning class yet!"

I slept in a daze, and when I woke up, I saw that the second monk on the bed next door was still lying there and couldn't get up.

A poor Zen master raised his leg and kicked the second monk's buttocks.

"Master, the apprentice should be sick!"

"Sick?" The poor Zen master looked at his apprentice with a suspicious expression on his face.

Can you still get sick?

Over the years, the teacher has raised you to be fat and strong, what disease can be born in you?

"Well, I'm sick!" the second monk nodded, with an unusually determined expression on his face.

"So, Master, can the apprentice not have morning class today?"

"Don't do morning classes?" The poor Zen master turned over and sat up, glaring at the second monk angrily, "If you don't do morning classes, who will do morning classes?"

The second monk blinked puzzled, "Someone has to do such a thing as morning class?"

"Nonsense!"

The first poor Zen master glared at Erwu, "Haven't you heard what the Buddha said?"

"What?"

"The Buddha said: Be a monk for a day and recite a sutra!"

"Then I've been on the mountain for so many years, why haven't I seen you recite the scriptures?"

"Didn't you let me read all my scriptures?"

A poor Zen master replied as a matter of course.

Second Cargo Monk: "......"

So, all these years I have been reciting the sutras in double copies?

"Can someone else do this kind of thing?"

"Naturally," the poor Zen master nodded, "the Buddha just died to save face, so many monks, who does he know who didn't recite the sutra one day?"

It is all calculated according to the temple, as long as the total number of chanting scriptures in one temple is enough. ”

Second goods: "......"

After thinking about it, if you cut off the master-apprentice relationship now, it seems that you will be the one who suffers.

Holding back a breath, the second monk had a pitiful expression on his face.

"So, Master..... I've been helping you recite the scriptures for so many years.

I'm sick today, can you help me recite the scriptures for a day?"

"No way!"

"Why?"

"I won't!" said the poor Zen master's face was straightforward.

Second Cargo Monk: "......"

"Master, I suspect that you are actually a fake monk. ”

"Huh? You're ..... again. No, how do you know?"

"Not only have you never recited the scriptures, but I haven't seen you cultivate in all these years!

Three meals a day, go to bed early and get up late, you live a more meticulous life than mortals!"

"Who hasn't recited the scriptures? Who hasn't practiced? Who goes to bed early and gets up late?

How can you smear people's innocence out of thin air!"

The poor Zen master was annoyed and angry, glared at the second monk, and changed the topic, "You said you were sick, where are you sick?"

"I ..... Stomach aches!"

"Stomach ache?"

"Well, my stomach hurts all night, it must be that your Buddha jumped over the wall and didn't do it cleanly, causing me to eat my stomach!"

"Is it?" the poor Zen master was a little suspicious, and then he felt that it was wrong, "I have a bad stomach, why didn't I see you get up at night this night?"

"When you are sick, you naturally have to rest in bed.

I can't sleep enough, how can I get up at night!"

"Second goods, why do you have a stomachache?"

"Swelling!"

"Swelling?"

"Hmm!"

"Fool, you're holding up!"

When the words fell, a poor Zen master raised his hand and scooped up the second monk from the bed.

With a shake of his hand, he wanted to throw the monk out to do his homework.

As soon as he was halfway through the shaking of his hands, his body suddenly stiffened.

"Master, are you stuck?"

I don't know why my master was suddenly stuck, and the second monk asked suspiciously.

The poor Zen master stared, picked up the wooden fish on the side, raised it and knocked it on the head of the second monk.

"Master, why are you beating me again?"

The second monk was in pain, and his face was aggrieved.

"There are too many words, it's too late to say it, you can understand it yourself!"

After speaking, the poor Zen master stuffed a piece of jade talisman into the hand of the second monk, and threw the second monk out of the window with a wave of his hand.

The second monk drew a perfect parabola from the air, flew past one house after another, and fell into the distance.

At the same time, a poor Zen master glanced at the north with a solemn face, and his body suddenly disappeared from the bed.

......

"Master, there is news from the Second Elder, Elder Taishang has already left the customs and is on his way here. ”

"Good!"

Hearing the report of his most trusted housekeeper, Chen Haocang couldn't help but nod excitedly.

Turning his head, he looked at the Prince's Mansion across the wall.

As soon as the Supreme Elder arrived, he immediately rebelled.

The first thing is to catch the prince next door first!

It's just that...... When the time comes, will I let people climb over the wall, or tear down the wall, or go through the main gate?

Looking at the wall, Chen Haocang fell into a tangle, and it was a little difficult to choose for a while.

Pondered.

Pondered.

Suddenly look up.

"Huh, butler, did you notice something just flew over?"

"Is there one?"

The housekeeper retracted his gaze calmly and glanced at Chen Haocang, "Master, I'm dazzled, I didn't see anyone flying over." ”

"No one?"

Chen Haocang nodded, not doubting him, "Maybe I haven't slept all night, and I'm a little nervous." ”

"Yes," the chief butler nodded at Chen Haocang's words and comforted, "Master, you don't have to be so nervous, anyway, the ending is already doomed!"

Hearing what he wanted to hear the most, Chen Haocang smiled and nodded, "Yes, the ending is doomed anyway!"

As he spoke, his eyes stared at the courtyard wall, as if he saw a picture of himself occupying the high ground from the wall.

......

"How's it going?

The Prince's Mansion waited for a while, fed the Jade Rabbit and gnawed two ginseng plants, and coaxed the little rabbit to sleep along the fur.

Su Han turned his head and asked Qiao'er on the side.

"Your Highness, the news from the Wuji Sect has come back that the True Immortal-level Supreme Elder has already left the customs and is on his way to bring people here.

As for the other forces, there is no movement at the moment. ”

"No movement?" Su Han frowned, "What's the matter, such a good opportunity doesn't come to get involved, do these people still want to be ...... Magic ......"

The latter words were held in his mouth, and he looked blankly at the monk who descended from the sky and smashed into his yard.

Su Han couldn't reorganize his language for a long time.

The second monk who was in a hurry in his mind also failed to organize the language, and just looked at Su Han who was looking at him blankly, and the two of them ..... Wide-eyed staring.

For a long time, Su Han was the first to speak.

"Monk, why did you come to my house?"

He had met this monk a few times, and although he had never thought of having anything to do with him, he also knew that this monk lived near his house.

was asked like this, and the second monk also looked at him blankly.

After holding it for a long time, I held back a sentence, "Master asked me to bring you a message!"

"What?"

"Wait a minute. ”

Su Han couldn't help but be at a loss, "What?"

"Wait a minute, there is too much information, let me slow down my brain and sort it out. ”

Su Han: "......"