Chapter 978 Pastry

Master Liaochen:...

Why is my apprentice so naive and stupid? Why do I never know?

Countless question marks were swirling in his mind, and the old monk finally understood. This was of course because his young apprentice had a pure character. When he heard someone was injured, he would subconsciously want to help. Well, although it might be a little troublesome, it was worth it. Complimentary qualities.

The old monk thought a lot, but the reality only passed for a short while. The young monk Benle was still pulling his master hard and wanted to go out.

Master Liao Chen felt a little embarrassed when he pulled him away like this.

After all, although his eyes did hurt for several days and he didn't dare to open them, that was just an excuse for him to let his apprentice go back and copy Buddhist scriptures. Unexpectedly, Benle took it seriously.

This is a bit troublesome.

The little monk seemed to be really frightened. His face was full of tears, his little nose was red, and he looked panicked.

Master Liao Chen has a headache. If he says now that he just exaggerated, will it damage the tall and mighty image he has established as a master?

Probably seeing Master Chen's embarrassment, Yuzi stood up, grabbed the young monk, and said to him with a smile, "Little master, don't worry, you may injure Master Chen by pulling hard like this. After all, as people age, their health becomes worse than before.”

"Hey?" Hearing this, the little monk quickly let go of his hand and asked hurriedly, "Master, Master, are you okay?"

Master Liaochen helplessly stretched out his hand and touched his little head, "Master is fine, but you can't be so arrogant anymore, otherwise Master is too old and this old bone won't be able to withstand your torment like this."

Little monk Benle quickly saluted seriously and shouted obediently, "Yes! Master!"

Master Liaochen sighed, turned around and was about to say something to Murakami, when he saw something was wrong in the eyes of the little wizards.

That’s the look he’s looking at the kidnapper!

"..." Master Liaochen silently recited a Buddhist name and moved the target at the speed of light. He asked with a slight curiosity, "Why is Donor Takashi Murakami here?"

Murakami Takashi replied angrily, "Of course it's a commissioned task, otherwise what do you think?"

Master Liaochen frowned and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but also seemed hesitant.

"Why don't we all sit down and chat." Robert suggested, "Is Master Benle hungry too? How about trying some of the pastries we made?"

Young monk Benle's eyes lit up, but he did not sit down, but looked at his master.

Master Liaochen nodded, and the little monk cheered and sat down happily. His eyes were wide open and he looked curiously at the food in front of him.

A milk-white little rabbit with red eyes lies on a snow-white porcelain plate. Beautiful flowers are sealed in the transparent pastry cut into small pieces. The orange cake is drizzled with golden syrup.

It looks very appetizing.

The little monk Benle swallowed his saliva and stared straight at it, feeling that he could no longer see it. His greedy little appearance was so cute.

The little witches immediately showed expressions of being overwhelmed by cuteness, and couldn't help but push the delicious pastries in front of him, urging him to try them.

The little monk clasped his hands together obediently and thanked him. Then he picked up the transparent pastry in front of him and took a bite. His little face quickly swelled up, like a little hamster. His big eyes narrowed into crescents, and his face There was a happy smile on the face.

It seems that this kind of pastry suits his appetite very well. Sure enough, the existence of delicious food is to bring happiness to people.

Murakami couldn't wait to ask, "Why are you here?"

He was really annoyed with this monk. Last time he just hit him without saying a word, which made him feel bad all over. Although they didn't meet to fight this time, he didn't have a good temper. If not for everyone else, Murakami had already reminded him of the fear of being dominated by the transformation technique.

Well, forget it, after all, he is an old man, and he still has to save some face.

Probably because his apprentice was present, Master Liaochen, although his face was full of dissatisfaction, still replied angrily, "Of course the benefactor entrusted the poor monk to come and remove the spirit!"

"Huh? We didn't meet the same client, so why are you standing in front of our house!" Murakami shouted dissatisfied, "Do you think I will do something strange?"

Master Liaochen curled his lips, "Because you are the only one with magic power fluctuations here."

Murakami didn't believe his nonsense at all and retorted, "Don't be ridiculous, we have already investigated. There are many priests at the Otsuka Art Museum, and they even want to hold a large-scale sacrificial event there. How can you do such a thing?" Can’t you feel it?”

"But there are too many of them, I can't beat them!" Master Liaochen shouted confidently, "Do you want me to fight with a group of young guys?"

Murakami Takashi raised his forehead and said, "No, no one wants you to fight with others, I mean...wait a minute, right? You just think we are small and easy to bully, right?!"

After reacting, Murakami Takashi felt completely bad. "I'm telling you, monk, you are not authentic. After all, we just met each other, but you know how to trouble me?"

Master Liao Chen hummed for a while, and then said, "I'm not looking for trouble with you, I just want to find a group with a small number of people to judge."

"Huh?" Murakami looked at him speechlessly, "Why do you want someone to judge you? Do you people who chant sutras like to find people to judge you so much?"

Thinking of the unpleasant things, Murakami glared at him angrily, "Isn't it bad to just stay in the temple and preach to others when you are old? Why do you have to come here to compete with young people like us?"

The old monk curled his lips and did not explain, but said stiffly, "I am happy!"

The little monk Benle, who was struggling to eliminate the food, raised his head, blinked his big innocent eyes, and said pitifully, "It's all my fault. Master took on the task just to feed me. If... …If you have caused trouble to all the donors, brothers and sisters, I, I apologize to you…”

With that said, he put down the food and bowed to everyone, looking serious. The little wizards were a little at a loss.

"Well, that's not what I meant." Murakami scratched his cheek, "I'm just unhappy with this old man. He's obviously just an old man, but he still wants to run to dangerous places."

As he said that, he glared at the old monk and said, "At least consider your actual situation!"

Master Liaochen sighed, looking a little embarrassed.

But his young apprentice sold him out again.