.When he entered the garden of the villa, he saw Master Huikong sitting cross-legged under the tree and closing his eyes to practice meditation. A young monk served by the side and heard their footsteps. The young monk opened his eyes first. Seeing Cha Wei and the other two coming, he quickly stood up.

Master Huikong's expression did not change at all, and he was still immersed in his own world.

Cha Wei smiled at the monk, and she turned around and made a gesture to Xue Weitong and Zhang Yang. The three of them sat down at the stone table, quietly waiting for Master Huikong to finish his practice.

But after waiting for more than half an hour, Master Huikong was still sitting there without moving. Master Zhang also knew how to sit in meditation. He didn't believe that this old monk could achieve a state of transcendence. They had been here for so long, but the old monk could not play deeply and pretend without notice. Using this method, it made others feel that he was unfathomable. Zhang Master Zhang was a person who couldn't stop. While no one around was paying attention, he quietly picked up a pine needle from the stone table, bent his middle finger, and pointed the pine needle at Master Huikong and shot it over. Aren't you a meditator performing your meditation? Today I will test your character.

Master Huikong suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the boss with both eyes, and took a deep breath. The husband in Zhang Daren's hand was so powerful. Although it was a pine needle, it was no different from a steel needle under the stimulation of his internal force. He was still merciless. Even so, a small half of the pine needle stabbed into Master Huikong.

The old monk endured the pain and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! Dear donors, you have been waiting for a long time!"

He stood up slowly and couldn't do it slowly. Although the old monk was a top-notch monk, he had a thorn on it, which hurts!

The expression on Zhang Daguanren's face seemed to be a smile. This guy understood why the old monk stood up quickly.

The old monk waved his sleeves and took advantage of everyone's attention. He stretched out his hand and wanted to pull out the thorn on it and opened his eyes again. He couldn't do it. The pine needle was so crispy that it was not pulled out and broke. Master Huikong was so depressed that he couldn't understand why he was so unlucky. He could even get pine needles into his meditation.

Xue Weitong said respectfully: "Master, please sit down!"

The old monk smiled indifferently and said, "Several donors will sit first, and give tea to them." He said goodbye again: "I'll go change my clothes, come here."

Xue Weitong and Cha Wei were both a little surprised. Master Huikong suddenly wanted to change his clothes now, did he have to change his clothes after sitting in meditation? How could they know that the master was going to pull out the thorns?

The little monk Mingjue poured them a few cups of tea. When he heard the master call him, he hurried over.

Xue Weitong couldn't help but say, "Master Huikong's behavior today is so strange."

Zhang Yang smiled and told them about what happened just now. Xue Weitong and Cha Wei couldn't help laughing when they heard about this. Cha Wei blamed Zhang Yang and said, "You will cause trouble. You dare to disrespect the master. Are you not afraid of thunder?..." Before he finished speaking, there was a thunderclap in the sky.

It scared Zhang Daguanren, and the autumn rain that had stopped for noon began to fall again.

Mingjue came over and asked them to talk in the room.
Chapter completed!