After entering the yard, he closed the door. After determining that there were no outsiders, he said with a look of smugness, "Jingfa, Jingzhen, Jingkuan, Jing… Jingxin, I think there's no need for you." Fangzheng wanted to posture in front of his disciples, but when he recalled that Jingxin was a demon king, what hadn't he seen? To posture in front of him, he would probably be ridiculed, so he might as well get him to scram.
However, the monastery was only so large. Once Fangzheng shouted, everyone naturally gathered, all of them curiously asking, "What's wrong, Master?"
Fangzheng simply ignored the bare-ass brat with a red dudou and coughed dryly. "I'll be creating a miracle for all of you!"
"Miracle?" Lone Wolf was very cooperative as he widened his eyes and asked with hints of curiosity.
Monkey lifted his eyelids, looking like an elderly monk in meditation.
