What to say?
Because Lin Mumu could already foresee that there would be another pitiful teacher who would be fooled by the old faker, and would worship him for a lifetime.
Her master was such a swindler, he fooled others, but still made them feel grateful.
Lin Mumu was a little worried about teacher Yan, so she stayed in the religious department building to water the flowers and plants.
During that time, Lin Mumu saw the old faker open the door once, seemingly pointing at the flowers and plants outside, and then closing the door.
From this glance, Lin Mumu saw teacher Yan's face full of shock and worship.
Old faker!
Lin Mumu didn't even need to go inside to listen. She already knew that this old guy must be telling teacher Yan, "Look at me, this place is filled with outstanding people and spirits, so the flowers and trees are auspicious. No matter how precious and difficult to raise the flowers and trees outside, when they come to my place, it's very easy to survive. This is the" aura ", or in your words," magnetic field ".
Anyway, this old guy used these flowers and plants at the door to deceive many people.
Bullshit aura, it's clearly your disciple's credit! If you have the ability, old faker, why don't you raise them yourself?
Lin Mumu really disdained to ridicule her family's master, so she could only silently light a candle for teacher Yan, praying that he wouldn't have any use value, and would quickly be fooled by the old faker and return home.
Unfortunately, teacher Yan really had some use value.
When Lin Mumu finished watering the flowers and returned to the second floor, she saw teacher Yan kneeling in front of professor Lin's office door, his upper body straight, and his face full of respect and worship.
"Teacher Yan, why haven't you gone back yet?" Lin Mumu knowingly asked, meaning that teacher should go back.
Who knew that teacher Yan would open his mouth and start begging Lin Mumu: "Senior sister, please help me, let professor Lin accept me as his disciple.
No, I know the rules of your sect are strict, I'm old and my breath is not pure, so I may not be able to be the old immortal's disciple. I only ask to be the old immortal's student, so I can often listen to the old immortal's teachings. "
Lin Mumu facepalmed. Fortunately, they had a formal religious system, and had applied for a formal national Taoist association certificate. Otherwise, with her master's style, the old immortal's magical power, he would confuse people into marrying him, and make them his slaves. Wouldn't that be a typical evil cult?
"Teacher Yan, my master only accepts graduate students majoring in religious studies." Lin Mumu was helpless and could only remind him.
Teacher Yan's face was full of suggestions. He knelt at the door and respectfully kowtowed three times to Professor Lin, then stood up and said to Lin Mumu:
"Thank you for reminding me, Senior Sister. I will definitely go back and study hard. Next year, I will try to get into the religious studies postgraduate program."
Wait, wait!
Can we talk about this again?
What did he mean by going back to study hard? Take the postgraduate entrance exam next year?
When Lin Mumu told him about this matter, she originally wanted to make him feel desperate. She wanted to tell him that her master only accepted graduate students in religious studies, and that he was also a teacher. He was already too old, so it wasn't suitable for him to be abducted by her master.
Lin Mumu watched Teacher Yan kowtow to her master three times and thought the matter was resolved.
Who would have thought that the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became. He fell too deep into the pit and actually said that he wanted to take the postgraduate exam next year.
Looking at Teacher Yan's back as she left the school building, Lin Mumu angrily pushed the door:
"Old faker, are you done yet? Be careful, or I'll ask Yunting to catch you!"
"Disciple, come, make a pot of tea for your master. This little Yan doesn't even know how to make tea, his spirituality is much worse than yours. "Professor Lin said with a leisurely face.
Lin Mumu was obviously angry, but in front of Professor Lin who raised her, she couldn't vent her anger and speak out of anger, but she still had to obediently make tea for her master.
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