Sweet Noble Heir

Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing looked around for nothing wrong. They looked at each other and could not help guessing whether Qian Mian had found something in the ancestral hall, which aroused the alarm in the temple, so they hid the things more tightly.

"Try staying here for a day." Jiangwan Baidao.

She and Qi Qingxing both came here in the morning. They didn't know what was going on in the ancestral hall in the afternoon. Anyway, there was nothing else. They just stayed a little longer to see what would be different.

Just then, a slightly rough voice was heard.

"Can you look at the picture?"

Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing quickly look back at the big monk sitting cross legged at the door.

It was the great monk who just talked.

Green bamboo was squatting in front of him to see his face. Who knows the big monk suddenly opened his eyes and said a word, which scared Qingzhu to sit on the ground. He said, "how can you open your eyes suddenly and talk? It's scary. "

"Do I have to tell you before I open my eyes? Do you want to say that the poor monk's voice suddenly scares you? " The monk sneered.

Jiang Wanbai looked at it, and suddenly thought of telling himself that this was the little monk in the ancestral hall. This martial uncle's temper was really not very good.

Green bamboo choked by the big monk's words. After thinking about it, he scratched his head and apologized, "that's my mistake. I apologize to you."

An accident flashed in the big monk's eyes. Ordinary people were so hated by him. I'm afraid that he would have become angry. The little schoolboy in front of him was innocent. Jiang Wanbai vaguely noticed that the big monk's eyes at the green bamboo seemed to soften.

"Do you look at the picture? Where do you learn from? " The monk asked again.

Just now, Qingzhu squatted in front of him and murmured. He had a keen ear, and almost heard all the words. He found that he was looking at pictures but didn't seem to be proficient in it. He could not help opening his eyes to make a sound.

Qingzhu subconsciously looks at Jiang Wanbai. Jiang Wanbai picks her eyebrows. "What do you think I do?"

"I just learned a little bit." "My master is a disciple of Tianyin gate," he said hesitantly

"Tianyin gate?" The monk's face was shocked. He clasped green bamboo's wrist, and his voice became anxious, "where is your master now? I wonder if I can introduce you to the poor monk? "

Qingzhu is startled by his reaction and subconsciously goes to see Jiang Wanbai. Isn't his master standing there?

But Qingzhu knows that he can't easily reveal Jiang Wanbai's identity, so he didn't directly say that Jiang Wanbai is his master just now.

"It's not up to me to decide." Green bamboo shrank back, trying to break free of his hand.

The great monk finally realized his gaffe. He quickly let go of green bamboo's hand and chanted a Buddhist name: "Taoist friend, I'm really sorry. I just heard that Tianyin gate still has inheritance in this world, so I was excited for a moment."

"Oh, it's OK. It's OK." Qingzhu quickly waved his hand. He was scared, but the others were OK. "Just call me Qingzhu. Although I learned how to look at faces with my master, I didn't officially join Tianyin gate. I should not be your Taoist friend."

"You didn't officially worship Tianyin gate?" The big monk's face was even more surprised, and he was a little stunned, "when was Tianyin gate so generous?"