Zhao Yi's old face turned dark.
This woman is the head of a temple, yet she speaks such scandalous words!
Seeing Miaoyin Zhenren finish off the roast chicken with greasy hands, Zhao Yi looked on with disdain.
"You're the head of a temple at least, can't you pay a bit of attention to your image? If the followers see this, Xuanzhen Temple's thousand-year reputation might be ruined!"
Miaoyin Zhenren indifferently said, "What is there to fear! Wine and meat pass through the belly, but Buddha remains seated in the heart!"
Zhao Yi couldn't hold it in: "But you are a Daoist, does Buddha have any authority over you?"
Miaoyin Zhenren glanced at him askew: "Even Buddha can't govern me, what can you do!"
Whoa!
That's quite reasonable!
Zhao Yi was rendered speechless!
Huang Ying, beside them, suppressed laughter, holding a warm towel and helping Miaoyin Zhenren clean her hands.
Miaoyin Zhenren wiped her hands clean, and with a serious expression, looked at Zhao Yi.
