Chapter 58 (1/2)

”Waste, are you going to demolish the temple?” Zhitong looked at the Sutra Pavilion and stored ancient books for unknown years. All of them were thrown underground, and the corners of his eyes immediately smoked.

Looking at the anger that Zhitong was about to burst out, he wasted his time and quickly avoided the edge. He smiled: ”master, I'm looking for information. Don't worry, I'll put these ancient books back.”

”Put them back?” Zhitong's corner of the eye is even worse.

Are you kidding? There are thousands of ancient books thrown underground. How can there be such a good memory and put them in their original place.

”Master, don't doubt my IQ. I've marked it all.” Idly saw that Zhitong's face was as black as the bottom of the pot. He knew that this was a sign that anger was about to break out, so he explained quickly.

Not only that, he also showed Zhitong his mark.

It's ok if you don't look at it. Zhitong almost fainted.

I saw that the original well preserved ancient book, on the clean cover, was wasted at the moment. I drew a few marks with a brush. How do you think it is disharmonious.

It feels like a beautiful woman with a perfect back. When she turns her head, she sees Sister Feng's face, which makes people feel like swallowing more than a dozen flies.

Zhitong can't stand it. This guy is so good!

If he hadn't discovered it early, I'm afraid he would have suffered the biggest catastrophe in hundreds of years.

”Waste!” The whole Sutra pavilion was buzzing with an angry roar.

I was climbing to the top of the bookshelf. Under this super roar, I almost fell down.

Then he saw that the master was rushing towards him. He didn't want to think about it, so he jumped down and quickly avoided Zhitong's anger.

”Master, please calm down and listen to me first.”

”It's too late to say anything now!” Zhitong's anger has increased and rushed to the waste.

His cultivation is much better than his current idleness. It is impossible to escape. Moreover, his familiarity with the Sutra Pavilion is far less than that of master.

So he simply stood there, straightened his neck straight towards Zhitong, and then took out his killer mace: ”master, I want to return to vulgarity!”

”Zi...” this is indeed a killer mace. He stopped the smart and excited under anger, but his speed was too fierce. Although his feet braked sharply, he still glided far on the ground of the Sutra pavilion until he was in front of the wasted body.

The high palm and tight body, like a stone Buddha, just stopped there.

In vain, seeing that things had changed, he quickly smiled and lost his smiling face. He never mentioned the return to vulgarity, but carefully explained: ”master, I found a secret, which is definitely a great secret!”

Zhitong always had a black face, leaned back high, snorted heavily in his nose, and ignored it at all.

”Master, are there only two monks in our Xishan temple, and you have only me as an apprentice?” Seeing that the words just had no effect, he decisively changed the topic.

Sure enough, the topic played a certain role. Zhitong raised his face slightly lower and glanced at him, but the anger in his eyes was still high.