The light of the Five Dragons Pagoda was dim, Wang San stayed in it all night, and the moment he came out of the tower, the dazzling light made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

The biting cold wind hit, Wang San's whole body was smart, this tremor made him wake up, and immediately thought of something, and secretly said badly, "Isn't this time just the time to do morning class?"

The ghost elder interrupted his deep cultivation state, originally Wang San still had some complaints, although the ghost elder helped him for a long time, but this state is unavoidable, once interrupted, I don't know when it will appear again.

But at this moment, the only trace of complaint disappeared without a trace.

If it weren't for the ghost elder interrupting his practice, he was afraid that he would have missed the entire morning class, and when he thought that the thieves were likely to speak ill of him in front of the abbot again, Wang San didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately carried the 'Dragonfly Water Lifting Technique' to the meditation hall.

After running wildly all the way, after about a cup of tea, Wang San came to the meditation hall.

Inside and outside the meditation hall, thousands of monks chanted sutras, deafening and deafening, and the sound was like a substance in the sky, which made people can't help but kneel and worship.

"My good ......"

Wang San muttered to himself with some embarrassment, his eyes swept around casually, and then walked towards his position with light steps.

Everywhere they passed, some unserious monks found Wang San, but they didn't dare to speak.

Because everyone present understood that the chanting must be pious and serious...... And it should not be said that once it affects the morning class, it should be dealt with according to the city regulations and will not be tolerated.

The same is true for thieves, even though he knew that Wang San was coming, he couldn't speak at this moment, but just sneered in his heart: "After the morning class is over, you will be good-looking at that time, my junior junior brother!"

Wang San came to the futon that belonged to him, sat down slowly, and began to chant, of course, the scriptures that came out of his mouth were naturally not scriptures, as for what they were, I am afraid that only he could understand.

"How will Senior Brother Abbot punish me?"

Wang Sanru sat on pins and needles, and was very conflicted in his heart, wanting to end the morning class early, but also unwilling to end the morning class.

"Knock, knock......"

With a bell ringing, the morning class ended.

At this time, the abbot of Yuantong opened his old eyes, and after announcing the Buddha's name, he said: "The morning class is over, all the disciples should go fasting!"

As soon as the words fell, the monks who had been sitting neatly together a moment ago all got up and ran in the direction of the dining hall.

Wang San was no exception, but as soon as he got up, before he could take a step, the voice of the thief resounded in the meditation hall.

"Senior Brother Junior, where are you going?"

Some monks asked, but they stopped, their eyes focused on Wang San, and someone whispered: "There is a good show to watch now." ”

"I don't know how the first seat of the little three will be spent this time. "Many people think of the scene where Wang San snored in the meditation hall last time.

Most of these left, are monks who have been punished by the Taoist thieves, and they are looking forward to Wang San creating another miracle, and the scene of the last Taoist thief being hit by the board can be described as fresh in memory.

Everyone is looking forward to it!

Wang Sanben had a trace of luck, but when he was yelled at by the thief, that trace of luck disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Senior Brother Dao, didn't you ask knowingly? The morning class is over, of course I'm going to fast. Wang San pretended to be puzzled, as if he didn't know anything.

"Humph!"

The thief looked at Wang San coldly and said, "Senior brother is really forgetful!"

"Senior brother, I really don't have a good memory. "Wang San's purpose is very simple, even if he is punished, he must first be a thief.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the thief was very angry, and the palm on his chest trembled slightly due to his impatience.

The Dao thief closed his eyes and inhaled, no longer paying attention to Wang San, but turned his head to look at the abbot of Yuantong, and said, "Senior Brother Abbot, junior third junior brother is late for morning class today, I don't know what to do?"

With the inquiry of the thief, the eyes of the monks in the meditation hall invariably focused on the abbot of Yuantong.

"Dispose of it according to the rules of the temple!"

Such an outcome is not what the monks want to see.

"Could it be that this time, the first seat of the little three will not escape the doom?"

A smile finally appeared on the corner of the thief's mouth, he had been waiting for this day for a long time, if he remembered correctly, according to the temple rules, if you are late for morning class, you should be thirty years old, and the longer you are late, the number will rise!

Wang San knew that it was not good, so he hurriedly smiled and hurried before the thief spoke: "Senior brother thief, I have something to say!"