Zhang Li suddenly closed the booklet, laughing awkwardly, "Haha, this booklet just contains some trivial matters of our Huangshan Dao Court, not worth discussing with outsiders."
Chen Ji casually said, "Daoist Master Zhang Li, you haven't turned my second scripture debate with the Bodhisattva into a new story, have you?"
Zhang Li's expression froze, "How could that be?"
Chen Ji gave an "oh", "That's good, otherwise, when your story gets published, I might just join the Buddhist Sect as a layman without shaving my head."
Zhang Li was speechless.
He gritted his teeth and took out a wooden box from his sleeve.
When the box opened, it contained six Yushu Leaves, their surfaces as translucent as jade, gleaming in the sunlight.
He reached out to pinch a leaf but was caught by surprise when Chen Ji bent over and snatched the box away, "Thank you, Daoist Master."
Zhang Li was startled, "Hey, my leaves!"
