When Murong Ningyue heard this, she looked up and saw that the little monk in front of her was white and tender. She looked like she was a twelve or thirteen years old. She was a little similar to Ye Xiaobao.

Seeing this little monk Murong Ningyue couldn't help but think of Ye Xiaobao. If Ye Xiaobao had shaved his head, that's probably the same way? Thinking of this, Murong Ningyue couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm Qinglian, is there anything that the little master wants to ask me?"

When the young monk saw Murong Ningyue admitting, he immediately smiled and said, "Master Qinglian, I want to have a discussion with you. Can Master Qinglian give me advice?"

When Murong Ningyue heard this, he was stunned. He was not surprised that someone came to challenge Murong Ningyue at all, but the person who challenged him was far beyond Murong Ningyue's expectations.

Murong Ningyue originally thought that she was a real master, but who knew she was a little monk. It was like you were ready to challenge an ancient divine beast, but when you got closer, it was a little puppy. This contrast is unbearable for ordinary people.

"My little master, how old are you? Who is your master? Let your master come here for such challenges and discussions!"

As soon as Murong Ningyue finished speaking, Abbot Mingyu suddenly smiled and said, "Amitabha, I can't stand the tossing of my body anymore. My friend Qinglian should spare me!"

Murong Ningyue was stunned when she heard this, and then she realized that the young monk's master was Abbot Mingyu. Seeing this, Murong Ningyue couldn't help but look embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, Abbot, I don't mean to disrespect you!"

Abbot Mingyu waved his hand and said, "It's okay! My disciple Jian Zhen is too reckless. Come here Jian Zhen!"

The young monk heard what Abbot Mingyu said and quickly stood in front of Abbot Mingyu. Abbot Mingyu said with a serious look on his face: "Have you taught you not to be brave and fierce? The candidate for the competition with Wudao Sect has already been decided, so why are you joining in the fun?"

The young monk was taught this lesson by Abbot Mingyu and said with a dissatisfaction expression: "Master, have you said that people who practice Buddhism cannot have temper and blood? Bodhisattvas still have three parts of anger. I heard that Master Qinglian is so powerful that he wants to ask the strong for advice. That's nothing wrong!"

Murong Ningyue couldn't help but look surprised when she heard this. As the most powerful person in Dazhe Temple, this young monk dared to talk to Abbot Mingyu like this, but I was afraid that he would be severely scolded by Abbot Mingyu in a while.

But what Murong Ningyue didn't expect was that Abbot Mingyu not only did not scold the little monk, but instead smiled bitterly: "You guys have so many fallacies. I'm too lazy to talk to you. Go back and do today's homework quickly!"

Although Abbot Mingyu did not scold this little monk Jianzhen, the little monk obviously didn't say much, so he had to pout and walked away. When he passed by Murong Ningyue, he looked at Murong Ningyue several times, obviously feeling very regretful that he could not ask Murong Ningyue for advice.

Murong Ningyue suddenly smiled and said, "Little Master, wait! Since the little master wants to ask me for advice so much, I will accompany the little master to a few moves later!"
Chapter completed!