Master Wuzhao almost died from anger when he heard Hei Xinjiu’s words!
Was he reciting sutras to give her a peaceful sleep? !
This little girl was too crafty. Just as he was about to say something, he saw that little girl take out a small tent and actually burrow into it to sleep.
Master Wuzhao felt indignant and even mispronounced the sutras. He hurriedly collected his thoughts. Amitabha. Sin, Sin.
At this moment, he heard a voice from inside the tent, “Master Wuzhao, don’t stop. Wait until I wake up.”
Master Wuzhao felt that his cultivation was most likely not at home. Otherwise, why would he want to curse?
It was a daily task to recite the Buddhist scriptures, but now, he felt that he was being forced to do so. Not only was his state of mind not at peace, it was even getting more agitated.