I didn't expect that this little monk would orchestrate people in this way, and it would be so harmful to people, and it also left Boshan without any power to refute.

A mouthful of blood almost spurted out. If Boshan's eyes could pinch someone to death, the little monk would have been torn into pieces.

Taking a deep breath, Boshan burst into laughter.

"The master is indeed very talented in literature. He can curse people in such a lively and civilized way. I admire you. However, is the master really afraid that something will happen to me if I go alone? Or does the master already know something?"

Boshan held on to the question. The more the young monk didn't answer, the more questions he had.

"The donor is too worried. You and I have reached a consensus a long time ago. Naturally, I am worried about your safety. Why, doesn't the donor welcome the young monk? In this case, the young monk resigned."

Wu Chen still looked neither sad nor happy, with nothing unusual on his face, which made Boshan a little suspicious.

Could it be that I am really too worried?

But just now, the word "slow" conveyed deep uneasiness and fear, as if the speaker was afraid of something happening.

Boshan believed that he was definitely not worried that something would happen to him, nor was he worried that he would break the coffin...

After carefully recalling it, Boshan couldn't figure it out and felt that it wasn't that simple.

"It doesn't matter whether you are over-hearted or not. What is important is, Master, look at how we can open this coffin."
Chapter completed!