Chapter 132 (1/2)

After he Zudao was sent away, waste could not wait to get into his meditation room.

Carefully took out the stone tripod and was about to have a good study, but the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside: ”wasted, what good thing did you get, so mysterious?”

Hearing this obscene voice, you can guess with your feet that master Zhitong came in. A bitter smile surged on the wasted face and wanted to hide the stone tripod in your hand, but Zhitong's eyes, the famous thief, how could he hide it from him.

The next vigorous step rushed directly to the front of the waste, stretched out his hand and held the stone tripod in his hand.

Although the shape of the stone tripod was unbearable, it was so heavy that Zhitong's hand fell suddenly.

”Ah! Master, be careful! ” With a cry of consternation, he wanted to pick it up, but he saw Zhitong laughing, his wrist light belt and his sleeves rolled up, and he rolled up the stone tripod and held it in his hand again.

The man smiled obscene towards the waste, and his eyes were burning: ”good disciple, tell me, what's the beauty of this stone tripod? Is it worth your concern? ”

Looking at the glittering essence in Shifu's eyes, he quickly denied it, waved his hand and said, ”Shifu, you don't look at this broken tripod. The workmanship has become rough. How can it be a good thing? I just want to use it as a censer. It's more convenient to worship the Buddha every day. That's why I bought it.”

This has just deceived you, but it doesn't work here.

Zhitong narrowed his eyes and smiled obscene: ”good disciple, you can't deceive me. Why don't you burn incense to the Buddha? You mean to say that? Don't you look at it? Have you ever burned incense to the Buddha since your last coma? ”

”This......” I really can't refute Shifu's idleness, because this is really true. He hasn't ordered a column of incense to the Buddha since he took over the body.

His face turned red and he immediately smiled: ”master, so the disciples have known their mistakes, so they bought such a censer for the convenience of burning incense to the Buddha every day.”

Zhitong gently shook his head, stretched out his finger and tapped on the wasted bald head: ”wasted, master, you have learned almost my skills, but I have clearly taught you that when you lie, you must be right and strong. You can't have half a guilty heart, but you should be sincere and clear as water. But look at you now. You're already guilty before I expose it, What a disappointment! ”

”Ah?” Wasted a stunned, then looked at Zhitong in surprise, recalled the situation just now, but felt that there was no flaw in falling down again except for being embarrassed at the beginning?

Is it true that master's eyes are burning, and he can see even the slightest trace of Gang Gang?

”Hey, hey...” but in his hesitation, Zhitong's eyes became brighter and brighter. In the end, he smiled proudly and showed off in vain: ”good disciple, the devil is one foot tall and the Tao is ten feet tall. Look at you, I've covered it up well before. I've believed it for seven or eight points, but when I bluff, I showed my original shape, What a pity! ”

”Wipe!” Waste is really going to jump up.

His heart was so angry and angry that his face was red.

His eyes stared round and looked at Zhitong fiercely, but Zhitong was smiling and determined not to be afraid. Finally, the waste finally sighed, like a vented ball, but softened down.