Chapter 6028 Wu Zhao's Nephew

Jian Zhuyu noticed her grandfather's disgusting gaze, and she was afraid and hated, hating the dead Xiao Forsythia, the planner behind the scenes, and Yan Qingcheng.

She felt that if Yan Qingcheng hadn't provoke her, she wouldn't have dispatched guards, so Yan Qingcheng couldn't escape the blame.

There are people like this in this world who always attribute the cause to others, and also feel that they are innocent and reasonable.

Things have come to an end temporarily, and there is no need for everyone to stay here.

However, Master Wu Zhao of the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas frowned and kept twirling the beads in his hand:

"Amitabha, the poor monk feels that the corpse aura here is a bit heavy, but it is somewhat similar to the corpse aura in the Bloodthirsty Insect Valley before."

Hei Xinjiu suddenly felt in his heart, this old monk could not have found the eggs of the little grasshopper, right? The little grasshopper's eggs were hidden deep underground, how could he find it?

Hei Xin Jiu hurriedly let the little grasshopper restrain his breath, so as not to lose his life.

Master Wuzhao's words did not resonate with other people. After all, only Master Wuben practiced Buddhism, and other people didn't notice anything abnormal at all.

"Master Wuzhao, these two storage rings must be contaminated with corpse aura."

"Yeah, people have died here, and naturally there is a corpse aura."

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Master Wu Zhao frowned again. Could it be that he sensed wrong? Yes, this is just a dense forest, if there is anything abnormal, it will have attracted attention.

When he went to sense it again, he found that there was nothing unusual. Perhaps the corpse qi he sensed just now was really the corpse qi remaining on the storage ring.

"Amitabha, maybe the poor monk felt wrong, and I'm sorry."

Everyone didn't take it seriously, said a few polite words, and everyone left the incident one after another.

Black Heart Jiusheng was afraid that the little grasshopper would be discovered by Master Wuben, so he told the little grasshopper to wait patiently until she found a chance to pick it up again.

The little grasshopper said aggrievedly: "Then you have to hurry up, I haven't absorbed the corpse gas for a long time, and I will starve to death."

Hei Xinjiu is so angry that she eats, eats, everyone raises helpers, and she raises a group of foodies! Don't know who it is? !

Yun Chujiu originally planned that after Master Wu Zhao left, he would find an opportunity to turn back and dig for little grasshoppers.

Who would have thought that everyone else had left, but Master Wu Zhao did not.

He folded his hands towards Dean Gu and said, "Director Gu, I heard that your Shifang Academy has a pond of smoke clouds and pink lotus. The poor monk wants to take a closer look. Is it convenient?"

Black heart nine heart beat, inconvenient, a hundred inconvenient!

However, she was saddened to hear Dean Gu say overjoyed: "If you can't ask for it, you're welcome."

Hei Xin Jiu scolded inwardly, this old monk is really shameless, isn't it good to stay in his own temple of ten thousand Buddhas honestly? What are you doing walking around? !

If he kept following, how could she go back to pick up the little grasshopper?

The little grasshopper felt her thoughts and cried and said: "Master, you can't ignore me, I'm just an egg now, anyone can eat me, come and save me!"

Hei Xin Jiu rolled his eyes, and finally thought of a way.

"Eldest nephew Wuzhao, I heard that the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas is very interesting. Tell me about the interesting things in the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas!" Heixinjiu said with a smile.

Master Wu Zhao staggered, and the Buddha beads in his hand almost fell out.

Master Wu Zhao and others had long noticed the little girl who followed Dean Gu, and they all guessed her identity, but no one broke it, and no one said hello.

The reason is very simple, this guy's seniority is too high, no one wants to be short, so Quan Dang didn't see her.

How could he have thought that this guy would take the initiative to strike up a conversation with him, and he even called him... the eldest nephew of Wu Zhao?

Bamboo shoots, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, continue at noon tomorrow, ah!