The atmosphere in the hall became increasingly weird as the silence lasted longer.

Everyone present is a person who travels around the world, and their sense of danger is far beyond that of ordinary people.

If someone wants to have bad intentions, as the party that may suffer a loss, he will naturally feel it. No, Qin Yijue has quietly moved closer to Ning Dai, planning to take immediate measures as soon as the situation goes wrong.

Ning Dai adjusted her sitting posture and suddenly said: "Master Wenjing, why don't we have a private chat?"

When the righteous people present heard this, they couldn't agree with it.

Immediately, someone loudly asked Ning Dai to stop dreaming: "Abbot Wen Jing has already made it clear that it is up to us to decide on this matter. You, a little girl, want to know the secret book of the mind, ha, your tone is not small!"

When Qin Yijue heard this, he frowned and stared coldly at the speaker.

Ning Dai's face was really deceptive. Looking at her face, the person who spoke momentarily forgot that she was the feared leader Ning, who was simply cruel and inhumane.

At this moment, he was so addicted to his mouth that he startled the people around him to break into a thin layer of sweat and quickly gave hints.

But shut up! You can say it like this, don't get into trouble without knowing it, and be remembered later. It's not your own misfortune, but don't hurt others!

Ning Dai looked at the person opposite and chuckled twice.

She thought her smile was normal, but to others it was not the case.

The person who spoke quickly just now suddenly came to his senses, and his two sides immediately started to tremble.

Ning Dai's eyes deliberately glanced at the person speaking, and she unexpectedly caught the cold sweat on the other person's forehead.

Immediately, she turned her gaze to Abbot Wenjing and said again: "Abbott, do you really not consider having a private chat? It's just you and me. You may not feel it now, but maybe after you chat with me, you will suddenly realize

, I like the feeling of chatting with me."

Righteous people: "..."

We have always known that this leader Ning has vicious methods and ruthless actions, but we never knew that she is so shameless!

Abbot Wen Jing seemed to think for a moment, then turned to Pei Ji who was sitting aside and said, "Donor Pei, why don't you all please stay in the hall for a while while I go to the back of the hall to have a chat with Donor Ning."

Pei's expression remained unchanged and he seemed to agree with Abbot Wenjing's decision.

Abbot Wenjing then nodded to Ning Dai, gestured to the inner room at the back of the palace with one hand, and made an invitation to Ning Dai.

Ning Dai fiddled with the broken hair on her forehead and stood up from her seat.

"Master." Qin Yijue called her hesitantly beside him, not wanting her to be alone with Abbot Wenjing. After all, Ning Dai could not feel even half of her internal energy, so Qin Yijue was worried that Ning Dai would suffer a loss.

Ning Dai glanced at her and said without feeling any danger: "Wait in the hall and keep an eye on our Master Mingyue for me." When she said Master Mingyue, Ning Dai did not forget to turn her head and give him a look.

"Master Mingyue, please wait for me."

The monk didn't know what to say in reply, so he could only salute her, but the look in her eyes showed a little worry.

When Ning Dai saw this, she laughed, told Qin Yijue to be careful, and walked up to Abbot Wenjing.

Abbot Wen Jing led the way, and the two of them left the hall one after the other.

Entering the inner room, Abbot Wenjing motioned for Ning Dai to take a seat.

The furnishings in the inner room are simple, with a picture of Bodhidharma crossing the river hanging on the wall, a low table and two futons, and a tea set on the table.

When Abbot Wenjing invited Ning Dai to take a seat, he also sat down on the futon.

Ning Dai followed him and took a seat.

After she sat down, Abbot Wen Jing picked up the tea set on the table, brewed two cups of tea, handed one cup to Ning Dai, and said: "Donor Ning, please use the messenger." Then, regardless of whether Ning Dai knew it or not.

Knowing how to drink, he picked up another cup by himself, brought it to his lips, and took a slow sip.

Ning Dai knew that Abbot Wenjing was afraid that she would suspect there was something wrong with the tea, so he deliberately drank tea first to dispel her concerns.

Unfortunately, even if the abbot expressed this attitude, Ning Dai still had no intention of touching the tea.

Smiling, she pushed the teacup forward, indicating her attitude.

Abbot Wenjing glanced at her without saying anything. After putting down the teacup, he just asked her: "What do you want to talk about, Donor Ning?"

Ning Dai looked at the brown color in the teacup. When she heard the words, she said perfunctorily: "What does the abbot want to talk about? I can talk about anything. I have dabbled in the Mahayana and Sutras, as well as the scriptures. It depends on the abbot."

I am relatively familiar with Mahayana sutras or Hinayana sutras."

Abbot Wen Jing glanced at her and didn't know what he was thinking, but said in a calm tone: "Amitabha, Donor Ning is destined to be my Buddha. In this case, why don't you want the incense of Buddha's bones from my temple?"

"There is also a secret book of mental skills." Ning Dai added.

Abbot Wenjing said nothing.

Ning Dai didn't care about the old abbot and just smiled.

After she finished laughing, Ning Dai put one hand on the table, supported her forehead, and looked sideways at Abbot Wenjing.

"Abbott, let's be honest here. The secret scroll of the Heart Dharma is something belonging to our Xianyi Sect. Doesn't the abbot really think it should be returned to my sect?"

Hearing Abbot Jing recite "Amitabha", he then said: "The secret scroll of the inner Dharma was entrusted to the temple by an old friend. There is no way to prove the origin of this inner Dharma. I was just following the instructions when the old friend entrusted it to me. There is something wrong with this inner Dharma and it is not suitable for living in exile."

To the rivers and lakes."

"The old friend the abbot mentioned is most likely a thief." Ning Dai said, "The abbot is very interesting. He keeps the words of a thief in his heart."

Abbot Wenjing said nothing.

Ning Dai continued: "Whether the mental method is appropriate or not, it is all the things I teach, so why should I talk about living in the world? Abbot, I have revised the books for you many times before, but you still don't want the things to return to their original owners.

, have you considered it for me, the descendant of the original owner? The Buddhist teachings in your temple don’t seem to be preaching in this way, right?”

Abbot Wenjing still said nothing.

Ning Dai stopped talking.

The inner room suddenly became silent, with no sound at all, and only the scent of sandalwood remained in the room.

Although Ning Dai said nothing, her eyes were fixed on Abbot Wenjing.

After a while, Abbot Wen Jing said: "Donor Ning said that he is a descendant of the original owner of Xinfa, but is there anything to prove it?"

What can be done to prove it?

Ning Dai frowned slightly.

Is there any?...No.

Judging from the memories in Ning Dai’s head, the sudden loss of this mental method was unexpected. In addition, after the mental method was lost, it has not been published, so several leaders of the Xianyi Sect have passed it down, and what happened to the previous leader

, Ning Dai’s position as leader has already been broken.

Ning Dai said it was understandable for others to ask for evidence.

But it's a little uncomfortable to only focus on the evidence and not care about anything else.

Thinking of this, Ning Dai put down her hand that was supporting her forehead and sat facing Abbot Wenjing: "Abbot, I'm going to tell you the truth. I can't produce the evidence. But I didn't lie to you either.
Chapter completed!