Raising beasts to become wives: Three young loyal dogs, and wolf wives to transform

Chapter 256 What an embarrassing old face
Yan Mozhi watched the monk act insanely.

Whether it's real madness or fake madness.

He actually wanted to grab his paws on his wolf cub in front of him.

Is he dead when he speaks silently?

If I had known, when he had a fight with Zhongli back then, let Zhongli "accidentally" scratch him to death.

Anyway, a Buddhist temple as big as their Jueming Temple, presumably there is no shortage of such a crazy monk.

It also saves me from being so noisy today.

Zi Wu is still waiting to say something by tugging on Jue Fei's sleeve.

"Noisy."

Yan Mozhi reprimanded two words coldly.

One of Yanmo made a sound, and just wanted Balabala to tell a bunch of Ziwu's mouth was open, but he couldn't speak for a moment.

He could only stare blankly and choke his throat to watch Yan Mozhi and He Shuang meet, very angry.

But just now with Yan Mozhi's slap, Zi Wu knew that he couldn't beat this person.

Juefei touched the profuse sweat left on his forehead, he, a crazy uncle, didn't know if he was really stupid or really stupid.

Don't know who this man is?He actually wanted to grab that dirty hand on the silver wolf, which was obviously not an ordinary pet.

Really, I hate him, Jue Ming Temple has lived too peacefully these years.

Monk Jiang Ziwu half-begged and "invited" into the main room, and then apologized to Yan Mozhi alone, "Benefactor Yan, my uncle is a bit dissolute and informal, and after some things happened a few years ago, It became like this. Maybe, Master Ziwu really wanted to invite the wolf benefactor to have a chicken drumstick with him just now."

Zhongli's zombie face was dead pale, watching Ziwu being pushed into the room, he secretly stimulated his spiritual power, and said in a secret voice that only Yan Mozhi and him could hear, "It seems to be true by the second Ziwu. It's kind of crazy. It wasn't like that when I got into a fight with him 50 years ago."

After Yan Mozhi listened, his cold face did not change, nor did his body move.

Shu Man looked up at the sky, as if she didn't hear it.

It is agreed that the monks will not tell lies?
This great monk, this set of rhetoric slipped so far that he himself didn't believe it.After all, that palm wind is real.

But, for the sake of the chicken, maybe she can forgive the crazy monk.

Seeing his mouth move, He Shuang tugged at Yan Mozhi's sleeve, and said softly.

"Go in, there are roasted chicken legs inside."

After finishing speaking, Yan Mozhi, who was still cold-faced just now, took the initiative to step into the Meridian Hall.

Juefei wiped the sweat off his forehead, fortunately there was no one here today.

Otherwise, comparing a wolf with a human would be such a shame.

In the imperial capital full of rich and powerful, everyone who went to Qinshan and entered Jueming Temple would have to pay a certain respect. The abbot's bowing his head and apologizing is not as good as a little wolf's "roasted chicken".

Although he has saved face for more than ten years, Juefei knows that this is not worth anything in front of Yan Mozhi's identity.

In front of this unknown great god who can crush him to death in Jueming Temple with a light movement of a finger, the great monk should regard himself as a little novice novice in the temple.

Meridian Hall looks small from the outside, but it is actually quite big inside.It is also the reason why there are few things in the house.

There is only a very simple table, a kang, and a stove inside, and a few stools.

There is a large Zen character written on the wall on the kang, which is a bit like an ancient Buddhist disciple.

However, if you can lose those yellow streaks, which look a little greasy, which are suspected to be oil stains.

Presumably, the credibility of Zi Wu as a well-rounded monk will be greatly improved.

(End of this chapter)