Yuanji Wuchangli deeply doubted that Ming Wujing, who pretended to be serious, was not in a state of being unresponsive to the outside world, but no matter how he observed it, there was no reaction as expected, which was really strange.
Finally, it gave up and went back to the Dantian sea to continue playing with the two leaves.
Long after Yuanji Wuchangli gave up observing, the silent Mingwujing suddenly trembled again. The ginkgo leaf moved slightly, fluttering in mid-air, and then was sucked in by a small stream of air.
Go back and continue to repeat the process of floating out and coming back again.
At this time, the outside world, Changsheng had followed Ming'an and other Buddhist cultivators to a Buddhist hall behind many temples. This Buddhist hall was very plain, with only two rows of yellow futons placed on both sides. The futons were probably made of cumin grass.
, can make the monks sitting on it feel relaxed.
On the side facing the door, there is a thick curtain. Although nothing can be seen, judging from the aura coming from behind the curtain, it should be the extremely powerful King Ming.
Sure enough, a group of people had been standing in the center of the Buddhist hall for only half a quarter of an hour when a deep voice came from inside.
"Are you the ones who saved Hui Xing before?"
"Uncle Master, this fellow Taoist..."
"Shut up, I didn't ask you."
Uncle Mingwang probably disliked the talkative Ming'an and immediately scolded him to shut up. Ming'an gave Changsheng a helpless look and shut up.
Changsheng didn't mind Prince Ming's inquiry and explained softly.
"It just happened to happen. Even if it were someone else, he would have saved a child."
"I see."
Prince Ming was silent for a moment, and then spoke coldly.
"What about the one next to you? What's going on?"
Wu Si Shang was very curious about this Prince Ming who was hiding behind the curtain. When he heard this question, he immediately expressed his enthusiasm.
"To inform King Ming, my name is Wu Si Shang, and I was also saved by this immortal. However, I am a mortal and have no ability. I am just along the way."
"Oh? Your temperament is similar to Ming'an."
"Really? Everyone also says that I have a good temper..."
"Just as annoying."
"..."
Wu Si Shang choked for a moment and didn't know what to say. He could only look at Chang Sheng helplessly and shrugged, indicating that he had really tried his best. However, this Ming Wang had a really weird temper.
At this time, King Ming turned his attention to Changsheng again.
"Speaking of which, what's your name?"
"Senior, you can call me Gu Nian."
"Gu Nian? Ha."
What does that "ha" mean?
Changsheng didn't dare to guess, because she felt that Prince Ming was looking at her up and down with a cautious look. She couldn't help but wonder if he had seen something, so Changsheng had no choice but to remain silent.
At this time, the Ming King finally seemed to feel that it was not interesting for these juniors to ask, so he signaled to the young monks that they could leave. Changsheng thought that he should leave with him, but before leaving, he was
King Ming stayed.
Young monk Hui Xing was initially uneasy and wanted to stay with Chang Sheng, but King Ming only said "Huh?" and left in despair.
Wu Si Shang was embarrassed.
"Senior King Ming, I'm just a mortal. Besides, I have a bad temper and a bad mouth. I don't dare to be with all the Buddhist monks. Why don't you just let me stay? Anyway, as long as the immortals don't want me to hear it, I will do anything.
You can’t hear me, and I won’t say anything outside.”
"……what ever."
Perhaps because he was more tolerant towards mortals, King Ming didn't care about Wu Si Shang at all, so he simply agreed.
Young monk Hui Xing walked outside with Ming An and other senior brothers, but he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Senior brother, uncle, he won't be angry..."
"No one can say for sure. I can only say that at this time, my uncle has a good temper, as long as they don't make him angry."
Doesn't this mean he didn't say anything? The young monk Hui Xing couldn't help but feel frustrated. In the end, he could only squat in a corner of the square outside, quietly waiting for the immortal to come out.
At this time, the heavy curtain finally moved, and a child who, uh, looked about two years old, walked out from it?
Wu Sishang, who was originally prepared to see a man with a rough and majestic voice, looked at Yuxue's cute child who was no taller than his own legs. He was so surprised that he could almost fit an egg into his mouth. He pointed boldly.
Looking at the Ming Wang Master's uncle, he kept saying "this, this, this" for a long time. Changsheng immediately gave him a crutch, and Wu Sishang immediately swallowed the words he was about to say.
"What do you want to say?"
After all, Uncle Ming Wang's tone was still strong and natural, even with a hint of domineering, but paired with this 'petite and cute' appearance, it really made people feel strangely separated. But Wu Sishang was sensitive to it.
If I continue talking, I will probably get ripped off.
Wu Sishang, whose desire for survival was soaring, immediately spoke righteously and without blushing.
"...You are really majestic, full of majesty, and quite the demeanor of an elder."
Faced with Chang Sheng's surprised expression, Wu Si Shang didn't blush at all. This was his chance to survive. If he really said what he was thinking, he might be slapped to death by this weird-tempered Ming Wangshi uncle.
.
So Wu Sishang didn't have any guilt when he lied.
Fortunately, the Mingwang Master's uncle liked Wu Si Shang's understanding of current affairs very much, and showed an appreciative expression and waved his little hand.
"You, a mortal, are right. It's a pity to be a mortal who can't cultivate. Those disciples in my sect are simply stupid and give me a lot of headaches. If I were as clever as you, I wouldn't always be able to
So angry."
After sighing with emotion, King Ming looked at Changsheng who had been very calm from beginning to end, with a hint of imperceptible admiration flashing in his eyes.
"Your real name should be Yong'an, right? Hehe, your aura is well disguised, and even your spiritual weapon is disguised. You are quite attentive, but a little ungrateful. Tell me, will you be able to come to our Western Buddhist country?
I feel wronged to you? Why don’t you want to come?”
"!"
Even though he had made all kinds of preparations, Changsheng still didn't expect that the senior Ming Wang would see through his disguise at a glance and even recognize him, which made him feel embarrassed.
After calming down for a moment, Changsheng smiled and spoke. He did not deny it, but openly explained the reason why he could not go to other sects. Since he had been seen through, his defense seemed very weak, and it was better to tell the truth.
"Returning to the seniors, I met my current master when I was in the most embarrassing situation. If my master hadn't rescued me and taught me, how could I be where I am now? Although this junior is not a moral gentleman, this most basic etiquette, justice and shame are absolutely unworthy of me.
