Two Pig Heads

The other three people in the room saw Luo Yunji's practiced motion of collecting the treasure, and for a moment, they all lost the ability to speak.

Just as the three came back to their senses and Pukong raised his hand, about to smash out the Buddha Bowl in his grasp, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared in the pitch-black room.

"Master..." Pukong's eyes went round as he stared at Puzhi's soul before him. He really was startled.

"This is seeing a ghost in broad daylight!"

In a certain sense, this was Puzhi Divine Monk's first time seeing a ghost too, wasn't it?

"Amitabha!" Divine Monk Puhong completely lost the ability to think. Right now, he had no idea whether this situation was good or bad.

"Senior Brother! Junior Brother!" Puzhi looked at Puhong and Pukong, gave them a Buddhist salute, and called softly.

It was a very ordinary form of address, yet it made the two divine monks, Pukong and Puhong, show grief on their faces. How long had it been since they had heard that familiar voice? It had grown somewhat blurred even in their memories, yet today they could actually hear it with their own ears again. Both of them were deeply moved and each gave Puzhi's soul a Buddhist salute.

Perhaps Puhong and Pukong had forgotten about Luo Yunji taking the jade plate magic treasure right in front of them. The two did not ask him to return it, instead politely seeing the two of them back to their meditation room.

"In the future, I may disturb you often. I hope Martial Nephew will forgive me!" Divine Monk Puhong said with a beaming smile as he looked at Luo Yunji. Now he did not even call him benefactor anymore, directly addressing him as Martial Nephew. Their relationship