"Don't do this. Don't think that I don't know who you are. Although I have been demoted to a lay disciple, I am still a half-monk and have Buddha in my heart."

Zhihuan laughed angrily and bluntly pointed out that he had seen through Wu Ming.

"Hey, I know you can't hide it from your senior brother!"

Wu Ming smiled.

"Hmph, if you don't tell secrets in front of Mingren, tell me what the deal is!"

Zhihuan was not in a good mood.

"That's it, there are layers of difficulties in the Nine Difficulties Tower..."

Wu Ming's expression tightened and he whispered what he was thinking one by one.

"The method is a good one, but the Nine Difficulties Pagoda is created according to the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm. One person has one realm. Everyone who enters the tower will see different difficulties. Even if your experience is helpful,

It’s not that big!”

Zhihuan's expression changed for a while, and he finally figured out what Wu Ming wanted to do, but based on the little information he knew, a trace of disapproval appeared on his fat face.

"Senior brother, it is precisely because everyone's experiences are different that there is something going on here! As long as this is the case!"

Wu Ming snickered in a low voice.

"What? You...haven't you become a profit-seeking, stinky businessman?"

After hearing this, Zhi Chuan was astonished.

"What's the difference? Not to mention, does the temple charge money for incense? Does the temple run a bank? Does the temple have acres of real estate?"

Wu Ming smiled nonchalantly.

"But this is all for..."

Zhihuan said hesitantly.

"I know, it's all to maintain the daily operating expenses of the Shaolin Temple! But the Buddha only needs incense, and the disciples have to live!

You can't, you want the horse to run, but you don't give the horse grass, right? Senior brother, look at how many times you have lost weight, junior brother feels distressed just looking at it.

Amitabha, my Buddha is so merciful, how can you bear it?"

Wu Ming talked eloquently, and at the end, he patted Zhi Chuan's fat belly, and the fat rippled everywhere, just like his mood.

"But if you do this, after all..."

Zhihuan licked his dry lips.

"Senior brother, you are just giving guidance to those fellow disciples who are dedicated to worshiping Buddha and seeking military protection. They are grateful for your kindness and show their filial piety by doing small things!"

Seeing that the heat was almost done, Wu Ming said meaningfully.

"Okay, let's do it! Even if the Discipline Academy inquires, I will deduce that I am instructing my brothers to ask for martial arts and pray to the Buddha. They are willing to give it to me. I can't be a donkey's liver and lungs with good intentions!"

Zhihuan's eyes flashed, and he slapped Wu Ming hard on the shoulder, causing him to stagger.

"That's right! Senior brother, you see, junior brother, I have been away for a year and I don't even have a place to live. Is that right..."
Chapter completed!