Several old Buddhist monks had long been dissatisfied with Mu Tiantong. When they heard this, they secretly cursed Mu Tiantong, the eighteenth generation ancestor of Mu Tiantong. You didn't even fart just now, and now you start to pry at the base of my house? You didn't even try to pull the strings.

You did it like that!

Mu Tiantong noticed the unkind looks from around him, but he didn't care at all and just drank tea.

Seeing this, Lu Zhi thought for a moment, put the tea cup to his mouth and took a sip, but his eyes never moved away from Xu Tong. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he understood something; "That's it, Prince

It’s a good idea, but how long can you last like this!”

Others who heard this were naturally baffled.

Xu Tong glanced at Mu Tiantong and saw that Mu Tiantong was still drinking tea with a teacup in his hand, as if it had nothing to do with me.

"You old man, sooner or later I'm going to burn down your Chongxuan Hall!"

Then he looked back at Lu Zhi, clasping his hands flat on his chest: "Amitabha, how about a bet between this poor monk and Donor Lu!"

"What are you betting on?!"

Lu Zhi's eyes were as bright as lightning, and his fingers were already ready to move.
Chapter completed!