Chapter 554
Chapter 554
Chapter 554
A snowflake fell on Yan Sanhe's eyebrows. She was moved in her heart and asked: "The monks on the mountain are on the mountain all year round?"
"No."
Relief: "I go up the mountain in winter, and in the remaining three seasons I will go down the mountain to wander around, or travel around."
This was what Yan Sanhe was waiting for.
"Tell me, among the more than 100 temples in Mount Wutai, who is the monk who likes to travel the most? Who is the most knowledgeable monk? Who is the smartest monk?"
"This..." Relief was stuck.
"I know."
Everyone turned around.
Donkey Dan was so frightened that he quickly hid in the threshold, his voice sounding like a thief.
"...Yes, it's Xuyun!"
"Go, go, go, don't cause trouble."
The young monk next to Shi Ran flicked his sleeves and said, "Let my master think about it carefully."
Who is causing trouble!
Donkey Dan looked upright, "It's just Xuyun, it's not wrong."
Yan Sanhe walked up to him and said, "Tell me, why him?"
Only then did Donkey Dan really see what Yan Sanhe looked like. He was so white and so pretty.
"He wrote a letter for our family. Oh, it was written to my eldest brother. My eldest brother works in Taiyuan Prefecture Blacksmith Shop. His handwriting is very good."
Yan Sanhe: "Is there any more?"
Donkey Dan: "He passed by our house that time because he was going to travel to western Yunnan."
Yan Sanhe: "Is there any more?"
Donkey Dan: "I don't understand a lot of what he said, but my dad said he is a smart man."
"Pfft!"
The little monk covered his lips with a smile and waved his hand at Donkey Dan, "Okay, you stupid boy, go and stay where you can to cool off!"
Yan Sanhe treated the dead horse as a living horse doctor, "Come on, follow me in to see the portrait."
The young monk was surprised: "Female donor, you are really..."
"What if?"
Yan Sanhe grabbed Donkey's sleeve and pulled the person to the table, "This is the person. Take a good look to see if he is Xuyun."
"This..." Donkey Dan scratched his head.
"That..." He scratched his head again.
The young monk snorted noblely and coldly, "I'm just saying..."
"It would look like a full beard."
Donkey Dan stretched out his hand: "Here, here, here, here, draw them all."
There was a sudden silence in the room.
This was a shock to the young monk, but a surprise to Yan Sanhe and the others.
Yan Sanhe immediately picked up the pen and drew a beard on the place where Donkey Dan pointed, "Does it look like it?"
Donkey Dan frowned and pouted for a while, with a very deep look on his face.
"If I painted it a little more old-fashioned, it would look more like it."
The picture on the paper shows Geng and Song Sheng as they were when they were scholars, while what Donkey Dan sees is how they looked after becoming a monk. There is a difference of several years.
With just a few strokes, the man in the painting has aged ten years.
Yan Sanhe raised his chin: "Does it look like it now?"
"It's similar, it's similar."
Donkey Dan nodded desperately, "They are exactly the same."
Yan Sanhe handed the portrait to Shiran. He looked at it for a long time before he recognized it, "It's Xuyun. He is a disciple of Master Chanyue."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces showed surprise, especially the Zhu family brothers and sisters, who almost cried with joy.
It's really hard to find a place to go through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.
Found it, really found it.
When someone finds him, Yan Sanhe will ask more questions, "Abbott, who is Master Chanyue?"
The look of relief turned into respect.
"There is only one eminent monk in the world every 300 years. Pilgrims who come to Wutai Mountain not only burn incense and worship Buddha, but also have a wish to meet Master Zenyue."
Yan Sanhe: "Why did you see him?"
Relief: "Fortune telling!" Fortune telling?
Little Mr. Pei glanced at Zhu Yuanzhao secretly, wondering why this demon in his heart kept coming around, he was all a magician?
Yan Sanhe also glanced at Zhu Yuanzhao and said calmly: "Is Master Chanyue's calculation accurate?"
Relief: "It's more than accurate, it's simply a divine fortune teller."
Yan Sanhe: "Who did he learn fortune telling from?"
"It is said that you can learn it right from your mother's womb."
Feeling relieved, he touched a bit of his beard and sighed: "His mother's family is in this business, and his father is a lama."
Lama?
Tibetan?
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Yan Sanhe: "Can a lama get married and have children?"
Relieved: "Yes!"
Everyone was dumbfounded again.
"Master Zenyue only practices in the mountains during the coldest three months of winter. The rest of the time he is invisible. Xuyun is the disciple he took in when he was wandering around."
Relief: "I don't know whether he is smart or not. It is said that after the master accepted him, he never took in another disciple, and he only took him with him every time he traveled."
Little Mr. Pei winked at Li Buyan: We are really right to come at this time, otherwise where would we find him?
Li Buyan glared at him: Stop interrupting and listen.
Yan Sanhe walked to the table, picked up the roster, and looked through it carefully.
"There is no Xuyun's name on this list. Is he a wild monk?"
"Of course it's impossible."
She smiled bitterly in relief: "The old monk treasures his disciple. He would rather let him be a wild monk and use his own salary to support him than report it to the government, saying that he is afraid that he will be snatched away by other temples."
Zhu Weixi, who had been listening quietly, suddenly said: "Master, have you seen him?"
"Who?"
"Geng...Master Xuyun."
"It was just a one-time encounter, and it only lasted for a cup of tea. It is said that he is more elusive than his master. Few people in the entire Wutai Mountain have seen her."
Zhu Weixi hesitated for a moment, then asked, "He, what is he like now?"
She Ran glanced at Zhu Weixi curiously.
"He was very tall. He stood silently behind the old monk and looked fierce..."
"Bullshit."
Donkey Dan was unconvinced: "He was not aggressive at all when he was at our house, and he even took out a handful of peanuts for me to eat!"
Yan Sanhe's eyes turned and landed on Donkey Dan.
Donkey Dan curled his lips aggrievedly, "I'm not telling lies."
Yan Sanhe stepped forward, put his hand on Donkey Dan's shoulder, and patted him gently: "If it were you, would you go up the mountain now or tomorrow?"
"You, why are you asking me?"
Donkey Dan's dark face turned into an eggplant, "I, I, I'm not married yet, quickly, take your hands away."
Yan Sanhe deliberately brought his face closer, "If you don't tell me, I won't take it."
Mother, mother, there is a fair and tender girl teasing me?
Donkey Dan's face was burning and he was protecting his crotch with his hands.
"Yes, if it were me, I would go up the mountain now. After a night of wind and snow, the mountain and the mountain road are even more difficult to walk on. It is impossible to go up."
The young monk was so excited that he scolded: "What are you talking about? What if you fall off the cliff while climbing a mountain in the dark? These are all noble people from Beijing."
Donkey Dan was afraid of the little lady, but not the little monk.
"Tie a rope around your waist and follow each other like a grasshopper."
Yan Sanhe turned his face and asked him to look at her, "How did you know?"
Mother, mother, she started touching my face?
The donkey raised his waist and pushed his butt back: "I, I... I climb mountains every day, I don't know anything!"
day by day?
Yan Sanhe looked closer.
"Thirty taels of silver will take us up the mountain now, do you want to do it?"
(End of this chapter)
A snowflake fell on Yan Sanhe's eyebrows. She was moved in her heart and asked: "The monks on the mountain are on the mountain all year round?"
"No."
Relief: "I go up the mountain in winter, and in the remaining three seasons I will go down the mountain to wander around, or travel around."
This was what Yan Sanhe was waiting for.
"Tell me, among the more than 100 temples in Mount Wutai, who is the monk who likes to travel the most? Who is the most knowledgeable monk? Who is the smartest monk?"
"This..." Relief was stuck.
"I know."
Everyone turned around.
Donkey Dan was so frightened that he quickly hid in the threshold, his voice sounding like a thief.
"...Yes, it's Xuyun!"
"Go, go, go, don't cause trouble."
The young monk next to Shi Ran flicked his sleeves and said, "Let my master think about it carefully."
Who is causing trouble!
Donkey Dan looked upright, "It's just Xuyun, it's not wrong."
Yan Sanhe walked up to him and said, "Tell me, why him?"
Only then did Donkey Dan really see what Yan Sanhe looked like. He was so white and so pretty.
"He wrote a letter for our family. Oh, it was written to my eldest brother. My eldest brother works in Taiyuan Prefecture Blacksmith Shop. His handwriting is very good."
Yan Sanhe: "Is there any more?"
Donkey Dan: "He passed by our house that time because he was going to travel to western Yunnan."
Yan Sanhe: "Is there any more?"
Donkey Dan: "I don't understand a lot of what he said, but my dad said he is a smart man."
"Pfft!"
The little monk covered his lips with a smile and waved his hand at Donkey Dan, "Okay, you stupid boy, go and stay where you can to cool off!"
Yan Sanhe treated the dead horse as a living horse doctor, "Come on, follow me in to see the portrait."
The young monk was surprised: "Female donor, you are really..."
"What if?"
Yan Sanhe grabbed Donkey's sleeve and pulled the person to the table, "This is the person. Take a good look to see if he is Xuyun."
"This..." Donkey Dan scratched his head.
"That..." He scratched his head again.
The young monk snorted noblely and coldly, "I'm just saying..."
"It would look like a full beard."
Donkey Dan stretched out his hand: "Here, here, here, here, draw them all."
There was a sudden silence in the room.
This was a shock to the young monk, but a surprise to Yan Sanhe and the others.
Yan Sanhe immediately picked up the pen and drew a beard on the place where Donkey Dan pointed, "Does it look like it?"
Donkey Dan frowned and pouted for a while, with a very deep look on his face.
"If I painted it a little more old-fashioned, it would look more like it."
The picture on the paper shows Geng and Song Sheng as they were when they were scholars, while what Donkey Dan sees is how they looked after becoming a monk. There is a difference of several years.
With just a few strokes, the man in the painting has aged ten years.
Yan Sanhe raised his chin: "Does it look like it now?"
"It's similar, it's similar."
Donkey Dan nodded desperately, "They are exactly the same."
Yan Sanhe handed the portrait to Shiran. He looked at it for a long time before he recognized it, "It's Xuyun. He is a disciple of Master Chanyue."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces showed surprise, especially the Zhu family brothers and sisters, who almost cried with joy.
It's really hard to find a place to go through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.
Found it, really found it.
When someone finds him, Yan Sanhe will ask more questions, "Abbott, who is Master Chanyue?"
The look of relief turned into respect.
"There is only one eminent monk in the world every 300 years. Pilgrims who come to Wutai Mountain not only burn incense and worship Buddha, but also have a wish to meet Master Zenyue."
Yan Sanhe: "Why did you see him?"
Relief: "Fortune telling!" Fortune telling?
Little Mr. Pei glanced at Zhu Yuanzhao secretly, wondering why this demon in his heart kept coming around, he was all a magician?
Yan Sanhe also glanced at Zhu Yuanzhao and said calmly: "Is Master Chanyue's calculation accurate?"
Relief: "It's more than accurate, it's simply a divine fortune teller."
Yan Sanhe: "Who did he learn fortune telling from?"
"It is said that you can learn it right from your mother's womb."
Feeling relieved, he touched a bit of his beard and sighed: "His mother's family is in this business, and his father is a lama."
Lama?
Tibetan?
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Yan Sanhe: "Can a lama get married and have children?"
Relieved: "Yes!"
Everyone was dumbfounded again.
"Master Zenyue only practices in the mountains during the coldest three months of winter. The rest of the time he is invisible. Xuyun is the disciple he took in when he was wandering around."
Relief: "I don't know whether he is smart or not. It is said that after the master accepted him, he never took in another disciple, and he only took him with him every time he traveled."
Little Mr. Pei winked at Li Buyan: We are really right to come at this time, otherwise where would we find him?
Li Buyan glared at him: Stop interrupting and listen.
Yan Sanhe walked to the table, picked up the roster, and looked through it carefully.
"There is no Xuyun's name on this list. Is he a wild monk?"
"Of course it's impossible."
She smiled bitterly in relief: "The old monk treasures his disciple. He would rather let him be a wild monk and use his own salary to support him than report it to the government, saying that he is afraid that he will be snatched away by other temples."
Zhu Weixi, who had been listening quietly, suddenly said: "Master, have you seen him?"
"Who?"
"Geng...Master Xuyun."
"It was just a one-time encounter, and it only lasted for a cup of tea. It is said that he is more elusive than his master. Few people in the entire Wutai Mountain have seen her."
Zhu Weixi hesitated for a moment, then asked, "He, what is he like now?"
She Ran glanced at Zhu Weixi curiously.
"He was very tall. He stood silently behind the old monk and looked fierce..."
"Bullshit."
Donkey Dan was unconvinced: "He was not aggressive at all when he was at our house, and he even took out a handful of peanuts for me to eat!"
Yan Sanhe's eyes turned and landed on Donkey Dan.
Donkey Dan curled his lips aggrievedly, "I'm not telling lies."
Yan Sanhe stepped forward, put his hand on Donkey Dan's shoulder, and patted him gently: "If it were you, would you go up the mountain now or tomorrow?"
"You, why are you asking me?"
Donkey Dan's dark face turned into an eggplant, "I, I, I'm not married yet, quickly, take your hands away."
Yan Sanhe deliberately brought his face closer, "If you don't tell me, I won't take it."
Mother, mother, there is a fair and tender girl teasing me?
Donkey Dan's face was burning and he was protecting his crotch with his hands.
"Yes, if it were me, I would go up the mountain now. After a night of wind and snow, the mountain and the mountain road are even more difficult to walk on. It is impossible to go up."
The young monk was so excited that he scolded: "What are you talking about? What if you fall off the cliff while climbing a mountain in the dark? These are all noble people from Beijing."
Donkey Dan was afraid of the little lady, but not the little monk.
"Tie a rope around your waist and follow each other like a grasshopper."
Yan Sanhe turned his face and asked him to look at her, "How did you know?"
Mother, mother, she started touching my face?
The donkey raised his waist and pushed his butt back: "I, I... I climb mountains every day, I don't know anything!"
day by day?
Yan Sanhe looked closer.
"Thirty taels of silver will take us up the mountain now, do you want to do it?"
(End of this chapter)