The flowers in the room were looking at the door. He saw Zhou Qin and was stunned. When he was about to speak, he saw that Zhou Qin had rushed to him.

Zhou Qin resisted the impulse to pick up the prostitute monk Wuhua. She bit her teeth and sneered: "master Wuhua, what are you doing here?"

Wuhua seemed to have expected such a thing. He stood up calmly, looked solemn and said, "it's benefactor Zhou and Qin. I haven't seen you for a long time. It's impolite! I'm working for this female benefactor..."

Zhou Qin said angrily, "if you dare say you're opening up for her, I'll slap you to death!"

Wuhua's words were stifled, and then he said, "I'm working for this female benefactor..."

Zhou Qin said, "if you dare to say that you are healing her through clothes, I'll slap you to death!"

Wuhua looked strange. She carefully glanced at the woman on one side, then carefully looked at Zhou Qin, put her hands together, shouted a Buddha's name and said, "Amitabha, color..."

Zhou Qin said again, "Amitabha, you are a head. If you dare to say that color is empty, empty is color, I'll slap you to death!!!"

The corners of Wu Hua's eyes twitched. He looked at Zhou Qin helplessly and said, "benefactor, you haven't heard of..."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qin said again: "bullshit, if you dare to say that wine and color have passed through the intestines, the Buddha will sit in his heart, and I will..."

Before she finished, Ruan Hongling next to her said in unison, "I'll slap you to death!!!"

Then she laughed with Lin Miao.

Wuhua looked up at the sky and sighed: "benefactor Zhou, shoot me!"

Although Ziyuan felt something wrong, she couldn't help laughing when she saw the eloquent Wuhua quilt run with pain on her face, but she was calm after all. She pulled Zhou Qin's arm, motioned to her not to go too far, and then said to Wuhua, "master Wuhua, it's really impolite for us to come here. Why don't we go out and wait for you for a few minutes?"

No flower waved her hand and said solemnly, "I'm crossing the secular world. What's wrong?"

Zhou Qin smiled angrily and pointed next to him: "master Wuhua, please put on your pants first when you talk seriously in the future?"

No flower looked stiff, and then he looked like the same again. He put on his trousers calmly, straightened his clothes, and then asked with a straight face, "what's the matter with me?"

Zhou Qin snorted that there was a request. At this time, she didn't know how to speak, but she really didn't believe that the flower monk could find Li Yundong.

Ziyuan had no hope, but she was content to come. Holding the idea of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, she whispered, "master Wuhua is not proficient in fatalism? I think you can guess our purpose?"

Wu Hua glanced at them, then smiled and said, "you guys are inseparable from Li Zhen's human shadow on weekdays. This time you rushed here so abruptly, and benefactor Zhou did me no harm. There must be something urgent. If I guessed correctly, what happened to immortal Li, do you want to ask me?"