The melon-eating system, everyone listens to my voice

The intelligent master smiled without saying anything. He was a man from another world with a peculiar fate. He carried treasures and could change his destiny.

These were all determined by the master of intelligence through his disciples' words and the art of fortune-telling.

There is no need to say these.

He just needed to make sure that the female donor in front of him would not have any negative impact on the dynasty, and let nature take its course without interfering.

Shen Zhao secretly complained to Guagua,

[Gua Gua, do you think the abbot of the royal temple is a truly capable person?

I feel like he seems to understand everything. Could it be that he has discovered you? 】

I don’t know about the melon-eating system either, but if you can’t afford to offend it, it’s generally recommended to avoid it.

[Host, why don't we go? Since we're already here, let's go find the princess.]

Shen Zhao's evil mood came into play. She moved her restless fingers and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

As soon as the intelligent master saw the smile, he knew that something bad was happening and was about to chase the person away. But he had already met the person anyway, and if he wanted to meet him again in the future, he would have the chance to do so.

Master Zhineng felt that the emperor would come to see him soon, and he had to think carefully about what to say.

"Donor, do you want to see Princess Sheng? I,..."

[Guagua, do you have any news about this smart master? ]

The smart master secretly thought that this was not good, he didn't want to become the target of other people's gossip.

As a result, it’s too late!

[Host, let me look for you]

[Hey, it really exists, host. You would never have thought that the Master of Intelligence has a hobby.]

Master Zhineng was glad that no disciple had come to the meditation room with him just now. Now there was only him and the excited female donor sitting opposite him.

As long as he didn't embarrass himself in public, the smart master would have nothing more to ask for.

Pick up the brewed tea and drink it slowly.

[Host, the Master of Intelligence likes to drink.

Before he became the abbot, he would secretly go down the mountain to the restaurant to buy a pot of Lihuazui every two weeks, but he was discovered by his master every time, without exception.

[Master Zhineng is really persistent. He knows that he will be discovered every time, but he still insists on going down the mountain every time. If this is not love, then what is it? It is Zhu Bajie's love for beautiful women! ]

The melon-eating system was almost laughing, and it continued,

[Not only that, but he didn't buy wine to drink alone. He always gave half a pot to his junior fellow apprentice. The two of them were dizzy, and their master came to catch them at this time.]

[Is Junior Brother okay? ]

[No, the smart master took all the blame on himself. He is responsible for his own actions.]

[Is it true that his master always finds out that it is this junior fellow who tells his master? ]

[Host, you also know this. The poor intelligent master suspected every one of his fellow apprentices, except for his youngest apprentice.]

[In the eyes of the intelligent master, the junior fellow apprentice spent the entire night drinking with him, so how could he have the opportunity to inform on the master? ]

Master Zhineng agreed in his heart. He didn't expect that Shen Zhao was going to eat this melon. He really hadn't found out for all these years who had complained to the master and caused him to be beaten.

As for the junior brother Shen Zhao mentioned, it was impossible. How could it be possible? The junior brother swore in front of him that it was definitely not him who said that.

A monk will not swear easily, but if he does, it means that what he says is right.

Junior brother didn’t lie to him!

The smart master believes it!

[Host, your guess is right.]

The junior fellow disciple swore to Master Zhineng that it was definitely not him. Even though the junior fellow disciple ran to the toilet every time, he never doubted it.

Because the toilet and the master's residence are in two different directions and are not on the same route at all.

Moreover, the place they chose was very close to the toilet, but very far from the master's meditation room. It would take almost two more incense sticks of time to walk there, and the junior apprentice brother had no time to go to the meditation room at all. 】

[How did the junior brother tell on me?]

[Host, he wrote a note with a pen and asked a passing fellow apprentice to pass it on.]

[Hahahahahahahaha, I didn’t say that. I really didn’t say that.

Junior Brother is not a liar at all, he is really a sincere and kind person! 】

The Master of Intelligence never expected this to happen. Zhikong, just wait for me.

Ninety-nine and eighty-one beatings, how painful!

Master Zhikong, who was teaching morning classes in the main hall, sneezed and felt a little cold.

I want to go back to the meditation room to sleep. Why hasn’t the abbot come back yet?

He couldn't have gone out drinking again, that shouldn't be possible!

Since becoming the abbot, my brother has become a completely different person, a replica of his master.

Thinking of the sweet taste of pear blossoms, Zhikong licked his dry lips.

Fortunately, he bought ten pots last time he went down the mountain and hid them in the back mountain, so he went to dig a pot at night.

As for the abbot, forget it. I won't give him any.

Master Zhineng decided to go to the back mountain at night to catch this insidious junior brother. Don’t think he doesn’t know that he buried Lihuazui in the back mountain.

I turned a blind eye to it, but I didn't expect that my junior brother was the one who stabbed me in the back.

The Master of Intelligence sat there with a calm expression. After finishing the tea in his hand, he continued to drink another cup and invited Shen Zhao to taste it with him.

This is the tea tree grown in the back mountain, and it has a unique flavor.

Shen Zhao was eating all kinds of gossip about the Intelligent Master with the gossip-eating system, mainly his various experiences of being cheated by his junior fellow apprentices. He lamented that the Intelligent Master was really easy to be deceived.

While drinking royal tea, which is unique to royal temples, the name is correct.

Should she remind Master Zhineng that this man is too pitiful. He has been deceived all the time and even became the abbot through deception.

Because Master Zhineng's other fellow disciples were not very interested in managing the affairs of the temple.

They prefer to travel around and beg for alms, or to put it nicely, live like a free and unrestrained wanderer.

Master Zhineng thought that it was a rare opportunity for his master to value him.

In fact, his master had already asked all his fellow disciples before this, and it was the youngest disciple who knew how to share the master's worries and strongly recommended the Master of Intelligence.

Master of Intelligence: My fist is hard.

The junior fellow of the master of intelligence: Brother, calm down and don’t come over here.

Shen Zhao was very satisfied with his meal and asked Master Zhineng where his mother lived.

After Master Zhineng gave directions, he finally sent away this gloating donor.

Don't think he didn't see that she kept covering her mouth and laughing, and occasionally gave him sympathetic looks.

Wait, his smart melon isn't that tasty!

Shen Zhao followed the instructions of the intelligent master all the way, and finally after taking three wrong paths, he set foot in the right direction.

Fortunately, she cleverly asked her cheap mother what the place where she lived was called, otherwise she wouldn't even be able to tell someone the way if she asked for directions on the street.

As a result, after Shen Zhao went through untold hardships and arrived at a quiet little courtyard, he found that through the golden sunlight, he could vaguely see the Zen room not far away.

Because there was a thick and lush willow tree outside the Zen room, when Shen Zhao saw it, the willow branches danced gracefully in the wind, so he was deeply impressed by it.

Shen Zhao estimated that it only took a few hundred meters to walk from the meditation room.

Because there are many trees in the royal temple and they grow well, the meditation room and the small courtyard are blocked from each other.

It just so happened that Shen Zhao was standing in this direction, stepping on a higher stone to rest, and looking around, and then he found that the Zen room was not far away.

The road that the intelligent master showed her was the longest road, and it also had the most turns and the most circuitous direction.

Shen Zhao laughed out of anger. Very good, she would go and remind her junior brother later.

At this moment, a helpless voice came from the small courtyard.

"Princess, why don't you take your medicine?"