The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Gu Weimian frowned.

Not willing to give in?

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

Before she could catch him, she heard the abbot look at the little novice monk and whisper,

"Just say it's not convenient for me to entertain him today."

The little novice monk nodded, turned around and ran away again.

After a while, the little novice monk came back again,

"He, he, he came right in."

The little novice monk had a look of fear on his face, as if there was a big monster chasing him behind him.

The abbot frowned.

Look behind the little novice monk.

Gu Weimian's whole body became even more tense.

This location is boxy.

There wasn't even a place to hide.

She quickly looked around, thinking about the possibility of leaving quietly without being discovered by Huo Yan.

But there is no way out.

We can only... face Huo Yan.

Gu Weimian had already made up his mind.

The abbot, who had been sick and looked like he was about to die, stood up from the ground with his hands on the ground.

He took the Buddhist prayer stick on the side with one hand and opened the square cabinet on the side.

Inside are neatly stacked yellowing books.

"Don't forget to pick it up."

After he whispered, he walked out quickly.

Gu Weimian was startled.

Not far away, the man's footsteps had reached the end of the corridor.

The moment Huo Yan walked out of the corridor, the abbot stopped in front of him.

"Master Huo.

He put his right hand in front of him and pronounced the Buddha's name,

"Amitabha, does Huo almsgiver have anything to do with this poor monk?"

"I want to talk to the abbot." The man said, "I want to talk to the abbot." Every word in this sentence sounded really emotionless.

It sounds more like he's looking for trouble.

The shadow belonging to Huo Yan on the ground moved, and the man seemed to be heading this way.

Gu Weimian's heart tightened.

But he saw the old abbot standing in front of Huo Yan again.

He chuckled and said lightly,

"Old monk is really inconvenienced today."

When Huo Yan heard this, he just snorted coldly,

"Which distinguished guest is here?"

When the abbot heard this, he smiled bitterly and whispered,

"I am a poor monk, and today I am going to travel in the clouds."

Gu Weimian felt bad after hearing this.

He was still in the house before, and he didn't bring anything with him, so why would he be wandering around?

How could Huo Yan believe it?

Sure enough, Huo Yan didn't believe it at all.

"It doesn't take more than a few minutes."

After he finished speaking, he was about to pass the abbot.

When Gu Weimian saw this, his expression suddenly changed, and every hair on his body stood up.

The abbot remained motionless.

Huo Yan's feet have already stepped out of the corridor.

At this moment, the little novice monk shouted,

"Master?"

The man paused in his steps and turned his head.

In his sight, the abbot lowered his head and took out a box from his arms.

"I'm leaving Nanshan Temple. That room will belong to the new abbot from now on."

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment and looked at the abbot blankly.

New abbot?

Does the old abbot mean that he is giving up his position as abbot?

He looked at Huo Yan with a slight smile,

"Donor Huo, I really can't help you with anything. If you really have time, why not come and visit our evening class today."

After he finished speaking, he stopped saying anything to Huo Yan, touched the little novice monk's head, and walked out first.

Gu Weimian looked at the motionless shadow of Huo Yan reflected on the ground, and his heart was pounding.

Breathing became lighter.

Will he come?

A few seconds felt like a century had passed.