The Yun Family's Ninth Child Is An Imp!

Master Wuzhao nodded and gathered all the disciples of the library. Yun chujiu counted. There were only eight people. This Wuzhao was really miserable!

Master Wuzhao said a few simple words. He simply told everyone to be careful when drying the scriptures and not to damage them.

The few disciples heard the conversation between Master Wuzhao and Yun Chujiu. Although they did not say anything, they were not very happy. They were obviously following Master Wuzhao.

After Master Wuzhao finished his instructions, he began to dry the scriptures.

Hei Xinjiu looked curiously at the side. She saw a monk holding a Buddhist scripture in both hands and placing it on the drying platform. Then, he sat down and began to recite the scriptures on it.

The other monks were the same, including Master Wuzhao. They had to recite the scriptures on the drying platform three times before they could finish drying a Buddhist scripture.

Yun chujiu thought to herself, that sect master Wu Lang was too despicable!

This was simply a good example of killing without using a knife. This way, Old Monk Wu Zhao would not have any free time for the next three to five years. The little reputation that he had just accumulated would soon disappear.

She had to think of a way. Otherwise, how could she fish in troubled waters? !

Three days passed in a row. Master Wuzhao and a few monks from the library were carefully drying the scriptures. Hei Xinjiu had been watching from the side and did not say anything.

On the morning of the fourth day, Hei Xinjiu took advantage of the fact that Master Wuzhao and the other monks had not started work yet and said sympathetically, “Master Wuzhao, you shouldn’t have done that:

“Master Wuzhao, it’s not a good idea for you to continue like this. Let’s not talk about your physical strength. If this goes on, you won’t even have the time to cultivate.”

Master Wuzhao’s disciple, Yin Li, said somewhat unhappily, “That’s right. You Won’t be able to finish drying the scriptures in three to five years. How can you have the time to cultivate?”

The others also agreed. Master Wuzhao’s expression was a little ugly, but he didn’t stop her.

Yun chujiu blinked her eyes, “Master Wuzhao, I have an idea that might help you solve this problem.”

Master Wuzhao asked suspiciously, “What Idea?”

Yun Chujiu didn’t answer and asked instead, “I heard that disciples of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sacred Hall need to spend a certain amount of contribution points to borrow scriptures. Is that right?”

Master Wuzhao nodded, “That’s right, even if senior brother sect leader wants to borrow scriptures, he also needs to spend contribution points. This is a rule passed down by the founder.”

“Master Wuzhao, then can you have full authority over the matters of the library pavilion? If there are other people giving orders, can you handle it?”Yun chujiu looked at Master Wuzhao with some worry.

Master Wuzhao was a little uncomfortable under her gaze. He snorted coldly, “The library is under my control. I can naturally make all the decisions.

Just tell me what you have in mind.”

“It’s very simple. If another disciple comes to borrow scriptures, you give them two choices. One is to spend contribution points as usual, and the other is to dry the scriptures for you.

“I’ve observed it for the past two days. At least several hundred people come to borrow scriptures every day. Even if one-third of them agree to do so, your workload will be greatly reduced.”Yun Chujiu said with a smile.