So Mu Danzhu, who had a black face, followed Ji Shaolan's side, and Qingsong Daoist still wanted to stand next to her, but Mu Danzhu's footsteps turned and he came to Ji Shaolan's other side.

Kiyomatsu Daochang touched his nose and stayed where he was a little uncomfortable.

Obviously, at this time, even if his EQ is low, he feels that Mu Danzhu does not want to see him, and he is suddenly a little aggrieved, and even the eyes that look at Mu Danzhu are accusatory.

Mu Danzhu unintentionally glanced at the corner of his eye, and suddenly his heart trembled,!

You're not my Amo, you're twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and this expression makes her goosebumps.

Even if you look small and fresh, and then the scenery is beautiful, but you are too old, it is better for her family to be Amo.

The body is delicate and soft and easy to push down, and the skin is white and beautiful with long legs!

His mind was full of Jun Mo's half-hidden demeanor in the hotel that day.

Mu Danzhu suddenly felt that his nose was hot, and he was suddenly embarrassed, and hurriedly covered it, and even shamefully sealed the Yongdao with spiritual power, and the blood flowed all over the place at that time.

It seems that spring has arrived, Mu Danzhu sighed in his heart.

Before I reached the school gate, I saw a group of twelve monks coming over in the distance.

Twelve monks lined up in two vertical rows, holding prayer beads, chanting as they walked, the Buddhist beads in their hands turned one by one, and the other hand held a golden Zen staff.

The whole person feels the boundless feeling of the Dharma, and it seems that the mind is purified a lot.

When the people around me saw it, they also felt that their hearts were not so impatient.

Seeing this, Mu Danzhu nodded secretly, this great monk still has two brushes.

"Hello Master of Wisdom, I'm the principal of this school, I'm sorry for you!" Ji Shaolan clasped her hands together and saluted, and said with a smile.

"Lord Ji is polite, can you bring the old man over first?" The leader of the big monk was about fifty or sixty years old, with a snow-white beard, even the eyebrows were white, and there were several ring scars on the round head.

The whole person is as peaceful as a spring breeze, as if everyone is equal.

"Naturally, the master is here, please!" Ji Shaolan led the group of monks to the back.

Mu Danzhu didn't say much after her, and Qingsong Daochang was back to normal at this time.

After all, this is also a big deal in No. 1 Middle School.

After evacuating the crowd, Ji Shaolan took the wisdom master to the front of the abandoned building.

At this time, in addition to the twelve monks around, only Ji Shaolan, Qingsong Dao Chang and Mu Danzhu were left, and there were also two teaching directors.

"Amitabha, is there a ghost hidden in this little benefactor?" The Master of Wisdom did not do anything first, but asked Mu Danzhu first.

Yang Lan, the female ghost who was put away by Mu Danzhu, kept trembling when she saw this great monk, trying to narrow her sense of existence and not let her breath be exposed at all, when Mu Danzhu met him, the big monk did not react, she just breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't expect to ask in this place where no one else asked, and I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh? The great monk's eyesight is good! Mu Danzhu chuckled and praised.

"Amitabha, little benefactor, don't be rude!" A big monk behind the Master of Wisdom looked very serious, and said in a slightly reprimanding tone at this time.

"Under the legs of wisdom, there is no hindrance, the little benefactor is an outsider, how can everything in the world be treated normally?" The wisdom master said to the wisdom master in a warm voice, and then raised his head and said to Mu Danzhu with kind eyebrows: "It's okay, but the ghost is yin, and I hope that the little donor will protect himself properly!" ”