Xiao Feng's remarks were just overheard by Hui Yi, who had walked to the back courtyard gate.
Seeing the reactions of his junior brothers, Hui Yi immediately turned black in the face and regretted inviting Uncle Monk Hong Ren himself.
In his eyes, Xiao Feng and his junior brothers were like an old smooth talker and naive newbies, easily swayed and confused by a few words.
This is taking advantage of my absence to sow discord.
"Benefactor, the Abbot is here."
Not giving his junior brothers a chance to express themselves, Hui Yi immediately announced loudly, walking over with Hong Ren.
The martial monks hurriedly stood straight, but they looked somewhat absent-minded.
The stories told by Xiao Feng were like seeds with a tenacious life force, taking root in the hearts of the martial monks, sprouting and growing without deliberate nurturing.
Limited edition supercars, villas with pools, virtual reality glasses...
These words constantly flashed through their minds.
