Rebirth 90s: Hot Wife Chases Husband

When Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo arrived, what they saw was Wuchen and a dignified master, sitting face to face, while Zhuang Shicheng and his son were sitting beside them with expressions that were difficult to describe.

Ye Qingqing also heard the old monk Wuchen said, her expression was stagnant, but she didn't feel anything. This unfortunate child spoke in such a bad way. She had not spoken well before, she was used to it.

But Master Liujue, who was walking in front, was angry. Master Daoyi was the one he respected the most. Even the abbot of the Great Buddha Temple did not dare to mess around in front of Master Daoyi. He was as respectful as his grandson. How dare this little bald head Are you rude in front of the master?

No reason!

Master Liujue was furious. Although he was a monk, he usually dealt with people in the world. Naturally, his temper was not too gentle, and he was prone to showing signs of anger and anger. He rushed forward and prepared to teach the little bald head how to behave.

But when he got closer, the highly short-sighted Master Liujue could see clearly that Master Daoyi was not angry at all, smiling the whole time, much kinder than he and the abbot, the words of the lesson rushed into his throat and swallowed again.

Better to wait and see.

The most important reason why Master Liujue was selected to be the person in charge of the external office is that he is good at observing words and expressions, and his eloquence is also very good, much better than other stupid brothers and sisters.

Ye Qingqing saw the plate placed in front of Wuchen, and there were still a few pieces of golden dim sum, which looked like a special fried fork in the capital, that is, take sesame flour and make dough, roll it into pieces and fry it again , Crispy and delicious, children love to eat.

"I'm thirsty, old monk, give me some water!"

Wuchen was going to leave, but he ate too much fried pork chops (it should be called this name, don't worry about it if it's wrong), thirsty, shouted at Master Yi, and sat down again.

The corner of Ye Qingqing's mouth twitched. Although she didn't know Daoyi, even Zhuang Shicheng could only sit on the ground respectfully, or off the table, without any complaints. It can be seen that the master above must be Liu Jue Master said that the world-renowned Daoyi master.

The unlucky child is neither big nor small, and the old monk is always looking for a bet!

But Master Daoyi was not angry at all, smiled more kindly, and asked the little novice standing beside him to pour tea.

"The cup is too small!"

Wuchen threw the teacup away in disgust, snatched the teapot, and gulped the spout to his mouth, burping several times, and then returned the teapot to the little novice who was about to blacken his face.

The jug is empty.

It is still a good Yixing Zisha teapot. Master Daoyi has a good heart. It has been in the pot for more than ten years, and he is usually reluctant to take it out for use. Peony~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tea is also delicious, old monk, you have a lot of good things here. "Worthy of praise.

The fried pork chops are also more fragrant than other places, and the tea is also fragrant, which are all good things. Wuchen is a person who knows goods and is especially sensitive to food.

Master Daoyi smiled more and more kindly, and the Buddha's light shone brightly, "I have more delicious food here. Would you like to come and stay here for a long time?"

Wuchen stared at him vigilantly, "You want to kidnap me as an apprentice?"

Hmph, the old monk was not at ease, she could see it at a glance.

Before Master Daoyi could answer, Wuchen shook his head vigorously, "Don't even think about it, I already have a master!"

After finishing speaking, the unfortunate child still looked at Master Daoyi with disgust, as if saying, "You still want to be a master of Laozi, just dream!"

In Wuchen's heart, the two desolate monks in the small broken temple on the mountain in Tiedan's hometown will always be her masters, and they will remain unchanged for thousands of years!

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