Chapter 287 Whose Threat (4)_1
"Sour fish is good, so is boiled chicken, but braised pork knuckle is the best." Master Hui Zhen arrived at meal time, and his five martial monks were arranged to dine in the next room.
"Master, in the afternoon, please ask your disciples to check out the newly planted chives in the greenhouse," Lin Ziyin specially reminded him.
Ding’an Temple was different from Chu Suifeng’s villa. Every day, five people from the villa would come to learn and keep up with the latest developments in the greenhouse. On the other hand, the monks from Ding’an Temple only contacted the villa when needed.
That said, Master Hui Zhen and the martial monks were there punctually every day under the guise of collecting herbs on the mountain.
"It’s best to have someone dedicated to learn this daily, to avoid confusion," Lin Ziyin complained.
"Alright, little girl, I’ll get Fat Monk to arrange for someone to come over once I’m back." Master Hui Zhen happily agreed. The so-called Fat Monk referred to Master Hui Lian. As a junior disciple, Hui Zhen always referred to him this way. "Good, good, it’s a pity there’s no food at night."
"Master, the grass on the mountain has withered, there are no more herbs to gather." Lin Ziyin laughed at him, "Let’s see what excuse you’ll use to come here."
"I’ve already made it clear to the temple’s host and Fat Monk. In order to repay the benefactor for his contributions to the temple, I will come over daily to teach a few moves to those practicing martial arts in the villa, for the whole winter," Master Hui Zhen said, cunningly blinking his eyes.
What? However, the Lin Family was delighted to hear this.
"Really, Master, can we all be your disciples?" Every man has a dream of being a hero, and Lin Changshu and Wu Dayou were no exceptions.
"Your physiques are formed and won’t amount to much. Moreover, benefactors have too many distractions in their minds, it’s impossible to be a master." Master Hui Zhen dealt them a blow.