The Yun Family's Ninth Child Is An Imp! - Chapter 6029: cultivation isn't good enough
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Chapter 6029: cultivation isn't good enough

Chapter 6029: Chapter 6029, cultivation isnt good enough

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Master Wuzhao didnt know whether to agree or not. He could only look at President Gu, hoping that he could help him out.

President Gu understood what he meant, but he didnt mean to help. Are you kidding me? I already called you martial uncle, what else do you have? !

Seeing that President Gu had no intention of helping him out, master Wuzhao held the Buddhist bead silently and pretended that he didnt hear Hei Xinjius words.

He thought that Yun chujiu would be tactful enough to keep quiet if he did that.

Unexpectedly, Hei Xinjiu jumped in front of him and said, Wu Zhao, didnt you hear what I Said? Tell me about the fun things in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple!

Master Wuzhao felt that his cultivation was not high enough. Otherwise, why would he want to kill the little girl in front of him? Amitabha. Guilty, guilty.

Master Wuzhao felt that the little girl would still be chattering if he did not speak. Therefore, he pressed his palms together and said, Amitabha. The Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is a place of wors.h.i.+p. There is nothing interesting that benefactor Yan said.

Master Wuzhao felt that he was too smart!

He had actually thought of the t.i.tle benefactor Yanand solved the problem of the t.i.tle skillfully.

While he was secretly proud of himself, he heard hei xinjiu ask, Nephew Wu Zhao, according to what you said, isnt life in the temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas very boring?

Master wuzhao echoed subconsciously, Yes, it is indeed very boring.

Hei Xinjiu clicked her tongue and sighed. Nephew Wu Zhao, I dont mean to criticize you as an elder, but your cultivation is still not high enough!

You are a monk. How can you say that paying respects to Buddha is boring? ! You are blaspheming Buddha and slandering those who practice Buddhism!

Master Wuzhao:

Who was he? Where was he? What was he doing? !

How could he be labeled as such in his confusion?

Thats not what I meant

Then what do you mean? Didnt you say that paying respects to Buddha is boring? Am I slandering you??

Nephew Wu Zhao, I dont think you should go to the academy to see the smoke cloud powder lotus. Youd better go back to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sacred Hall and repent in front of Buddha!

Master Wuzhao was confused by Hei Xinjiu. He didnt know how to explain it. He didnt think so. How did it become like this in the mouth of this little girl?

Hei Xinjiu looked at Master Wuzhaos dumbfounded face and felt proud. You Cant die of anger! Hurry up and get lost! I dont want to delay catching the little gra.s.shopper.

Just as Hei Xinjiu was feeling proud, she saw Master Wuzhao put his palms together and said with an enlightened look on his face,

Almsgiver, your words make sense. It seems that this penniless monk has misjudged you. Although the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sacred Hall has strict laws, there are still some interesting things. Ill tell Almsgiver Yan about them on the way.

Hei Xinjiu:

He didnt leave in anger? Wasnt this old monks temper too good?

This fellow didnt dare to go too far. Although he had two masters to protect him, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sacred Hall wasnt someone to be trifled with.

Yun chujiu was burning with anxiety. If this old monk didnt get lost, how was she going to receive the little gra.s.shopper?

She thought for a long time and finally came up with an idea. With a sorrowful expression, she said to President Gu,

President, vice-president Xiaos sudden misfortune is truly sorrowful. Why dont we pay our respects on the spot? It Wont be a waste of our time together.

Hei Xinjiu usually addressed president gu as president in front of outsiders. It could be considered as giving him face.

Upon hearing this, president gu agreed without much hesitation. Although vice-president Xiao hadnt been very good in the past, his recent performance had been pretty good. He hadnt expected that he would die right after turning over a new leaf. What a pity.