The abbot's eyebrows moved slightly and he glanced at Zhou Qing.

The monks escorted Zhou Huailin forward, and a monk kicked Zhou Huailin hard on the bend of his leg, and Zhou Huailin knelt down.

"Master, this person destroyed our flower shed!"

Zhou Qing...

Zhou Huailin hit the ground with a heavy knee, grinned in pain, and quickly explained, "It's not me, I didn't touch your flowers."

Zhou Qing hurriedly said, "Are you a misunderstanding? How could my third uncle smash your flower shed?"

"Of course it's for selling flowers! You are afraid that Qingquan Temple will not receive your flowers, so you asked him to smash the flower shed in Qingquan Temple. You know that Qingquan Temple needs flowers for the Buddha Festival, so that your flowers can be sold! You are so cruel!"

Zhou Huaihai was supported by someone and walked in from outside.

On his face, he had the kind of heartbroken expression he had when he stood on the moral high ground.

He glared at Zhou Qing fiercely and saluted the abbot.

"Master, my guards saw this man smashing the flower shed with his own eyes."

Zhou Huaihai fell to his words, and a monk stepped forward and said, "Master, this person is here to burn incense. His guards went to the cottage and got lost. He happened to pass by the flower shed. He met this person and committed an assault."

The abbot looked at the people around Zhou Huaihai.

"You saw it with your own eyes?"

The ward bowed his head, "I saw it with my own eyes, he smashed the flower shed."

Zhou Huailin never expected that he had just said a few words to his father and suddenly became dizzy and lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, he was in the flower shed.

The flower shed was smashed to pieces.

Many monks ran towards him, yelling that he was the murderer.

Kneeling on the ground, Zhou Huailin gasped, "It's not me, it's not me, I don't know anything."
Chapter completed!