Maybe it's because I've been watched a lot all along, or maybe it's because the master is also half a Buddhist cultivator, Zhuohua not only doesn't feel offended, but feels that the Buddhist cultivator is very close

The Buddhas here are all men, but each Rao's eyes are very clear and transparent, and there is no distraction.

Zhuo Hua suddenly sighed a little at their education of their disciples. If everyone is like this, where will there be anything pickled in the cultivation realm?

However, this possibility can be considered and forgotten.

The Buddhist monk took them to an elegant room.

"Amitabha, please wait a little for the two donors, and the master will be there in a moment."

"Thank you." Zhuohua nodded with gratitude.

The Buddha cultivator slowly withdrew after giving another Buddha salute.

It wasn't until the Buddha retreated that Zhuohua moved his shoulders and breathed a long sigh of relief.

It may be the influence of the Buddha's own temperament, Zhuohua felt that it was very rude for him to move a little, so he was very restrained, and his back was always very straight.

Now only she and Luo Yang are left, and they can finally have a good activity.

Rubbing his somewhat stiff neck again, Zhuohua looked around.

The room was a little empty.

As far as the eye could see, there was only one word, a wooden table, and a few futons.

On the wooden table was a purple clay teapot and several teacups.

There was a painting on the wall, and on that one word was only "Zen".

"I feel like I'm locked up here."

Luo Yang couldn't help but shake his shoulders.

When Zhuohua heard this, he burst out laughing. Rather helplessly, she flexed her fingers and tapped Luo Yang's forehead.

"Oops."

Luo Yang covered his forehead with his hands, and his eyes were round, like a frightened rabbit.

"Mine is the truth, you see this place is so empty, it's not like mine."

"Amitabha."

As the voice rang out, the door to the room was slowly pushed open from the outside.

"The poor monk here is indeed a little shabby, if there is any inadequate hospitality, I hope the two donors will not be strange." The fastest update of the network on the computer: //www.. /

Luo Yang's face was as red as if it had been burned by fire, what was more embarrassing than being caught by the owner in a bad place?

She was now embarrassed and wanted to dig a hole in the same place and bury herself alive.

Seeing Luo Yang's head drooping to the ground, Zhuo Huaqiang couldn't help but not laugh.

Zhuo Hua saw that the person who came did not feel unhappy because of Luo Yang's words, and relieved his heart slightly.

"Don't blame my seniors, my friend is quick to talk for a while, and he doesn't mean anything else. We apologize for any offense. ”

"It doesn't matter." The master waved his hand absently. "It's also a fact that Buddhists don't like luxury, and paying too much attention to them will cause us to breed demons."

He slowly sat down across from them.

"The two donors are here for an important matter?"

"Exactly." Zhuohua nodded, and slowly asked, "I don't know if my predecessors know about the frequent movements of demon cultivation in recent years?" ”

The master took a sip of tea, "This temple has been hiding from the world for many years, and I really don't know too much about the outside world. ”

"Then I don't know, do my predecessors know about demon spirits?"

The master's hand shook suddenly, and the tea in the cup instantly splashed on his hand.

"What are you? Demons? How could you suddenly mention demons? ” ://www.. :/ /m..

Zhuohua knew from his appearance that he was also an insider of the events of the year. So he went through how the demon cultivator attacked the Xiaoyao Sect and how he stole the Nine Hook Stones.