This official Cao, who has almost won the title of the world in 20 years and is not inferior to anyone, still has no straight back.

The monk in white hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "It's not that I don't help, but that the general trend is going to happen. The old Western Chu can't do anything at all. What can I do if the old master Sun Xiji cooperates with the inside and outside? Do you really think that everyone in the world is a fool who is waiting for death? Xu Xiao and Gu Jiantang are not dead, the six major vassal kings are not dead. Now, with Zhang Julu, and the one in the palace, Cao Changqing, Cao Changqing, the sage only said that he would turn the tide and collapse, but the tide has passed and the overall situation has been settled. What can you do? Not to mention you, even an immortal like Qi Xuanzhen is useless!"

Guanzi Cao stood up straight, speechless, with a look of desolation.

Outside the Thousand Buddha Hall, lightning and thunder were roaring, and it soon became heavy rain.

The monk in white looked down at Bai Zi who was given by Guanzi Cao instead of his disciple, and refused to care. Where was the one who was Cao Guanzi without any leakage? For a moment, he felt a little sad and sighed, "Forget it, this pot of wine is a good wine. I can only guarantee that this little princess of Xichu will not die. The rest is beyond help. If you become more and more greedy, I will at most go down the mountain to the palace to get a pot of wine to return you."

Guanzi Cao bowed again, turned around and walked into the heavy rain.

This is exactly what I have gone even if I have thousands of people.

Confucianism will last forever.

The monk in white was still a little sad even though he was in the Buddhist sect.

The little monk who was about to fall asleep was awakened by the thunder and hurriedly ran over with an oil-paper umbrella. Seeing that the master had a pot of wine in his hand, he thought of the middle-aged scholar who had just walked out of the Thousand Buddha Hall and asked puzzledly: "Master, is this wine given to you by the scholar?"

The monk in white nodded 1.

Ben Nanbei put away his umbrella and grinned, "I held it and took it. I just met this gentleman and borrowed it."

The monk in white glared and said, "What can I borrow him? I can only return you to the year of the Ox and the Horse in the month! An umbrella requires more copper coins!"

The little monk said, "What should I do? I'm preaching in the temple, and the host doesn't give me copper coins. If the thing asks the master's wife tomorrow, it will be bad."

The monk in white said helplessly: "Forget it, just say I'll buy wine."

The little monk shouted gratefully: "Master!"

The monk in white rolled his eyes and said, "Master is going to the Sutra Library in the temple, hide from your master's wife, go to sleep."

The little monk said nervously: "Master, why don't I tell the truth to the master's wife?"

The monk in white stood up and knocked a chestnut on the stupid disciple's forehead, "Idiot!"

The little monk smiled brightly.

The monk in white taught earnestly: "North and South, if the master's wife is angry tomorrow, for you, at most, you will eat less and work more. But your master's wife is in a bad mood and doesn't always like to go to the foot of the mountain to buy clothes that she can't wear a few times a year. This is all the hard-earned money of the master."

The little monk suddenly realized.

The monk in white smiled and said, "Go and go to bed."

The little monk nodded and said, "The thing is afraid of thunder, so I'll go outside the door to recite scriptures for her."

The monk in white touched his bald head, this disciple.

Standing at the entrance of the Thousand Buddha Hall, seeing the Bennan North who was running in the mud and not caring about the rain, the monk in white murmured: "A Mannan North, you have a Zen, you will never let down the Tathagata and never let down the Lord." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!