"This is not difficult to answer. The reason why Xiao Fanzi calls me the young master is just like you call your master, it just means different names."

When Xiao Fanzi saw that the young master solved his problem, he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, what the young master said is right, that's exactly what he meant."

After hearing what they said, the three little monks suddenly seemed to understand and responded, "Oh..."

After the words came, he tilted his head and asked the old monk in confusion: "Master, is this the case?"

The old monk replied with a smile: "Well, this donor is right."

After receiving the master's affirmative answer, the three little monks said in unison with joy: "Hehe, the disciples understand."

After saying that, after the three of them started to cheer, they came to the temple.

When the monk who was cleaning the fallen leaves in the temple yard saw them coming in, he quickly stopped his movements, bowed to them, and chanted: "Amitabha, abbot, you are back!"

While speaking, he reached out to take the basket from the old monk.

When he heard the monk in front of him called the old monk "Abbot", Chu Zhongtian and Xiao Fanzi were stunned for a moment, looking at each other in a glance, thinking that they had an illusion.

The old monk said with a smile: "Take the herbs in this basket and the snakes in the bag to the pharmacy, and I will go there later."

The monk took it and replied, "Okay abbot."

After seeing Chu Zhongtian and Xiao Fanzi looking at each other, the little monks next to them immediately guessed something and couldn't help but smile secretly.

After the monk left, Chu Zhongtian finally couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you the abbot of this temple?"

Xiao Fanzi also looked at the old monk with a smile on his face in front of him with shock.

The young monks beside him could not help but responded first: "That's right, our master is the abbot of Sikong you are looking for."

Hearing that the disciples beside him had already revealed their identities for him, the old monk couldn't help laughing.

Xiao Fanzi said in surprise: "No, right? You are not lying to us, are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young monks said in unison: "Amitabha, little brother, have you never heard the monks not lie?"

Xiao Fanzi was once again asked by their words.

He walked around the back of his head in disbelief and said, "That means is your master the abbot of Sikong we are looking for?"

"Of course." The little monks raised their heads and responded with certainty.

After receiving their affirmative answer, Chu Zhongtian suddenly saw his hands clasping his fists and kneeling on the ground with one leg, saying, "Chu has eyes but no beads, I hope Master Sikong will forgive me."

Seeing this, Xiao Fanzi hurriedly knelt down and said timidly: "Little Fanzi has eyes but no beads. I hope the abbot will forgive me if I had something to take presumptuously just now."

Seeing this, Master Sikong hurriedly reached out to help them up, and said apologetically with a smile: "Donor, you are so serious. It's not your fault, I'm just trying to conceal your identity."

After Chu Zhongtian and Xiao Fan stood up, Master Sikong said to a little monk beside him: "Huigen, go and bring the blue and white porcelain jar that the master placed on the pharmacy shelf."
Chapter completed!