Chapter 243 Don’t be too Tang Monk

When Qin Lei came back, he wanted to take Yongfu to the temple to the release pond to see goldfish, old turtles, etc., but she said she was tired and wanted to go down the mountain. Seeing that she looked depressed, Qin Lei didn't know that this girl was caught by the requested sign, so she didn't say anything. She asked her again and asked Shiyun and Ruolan. One of them shook their heads and said nothing, and the other was talking about him.

Yongfu was rarely traveling once, but he was so disappointed by this dilapidated temple! Qin Lei couldn't help but feel angry. He pretended to be nothing, and sent Yongfu down the mountain and back to the car to rest. After Yongfu was settled, Qin Lei threw a wink at Ruolan and said that some official duties were asked to set off first. Then he arrived and got off the car.

After a while, seeing Yongfu falling asleep, Ruolan also found an excuse to get out of the car. Shiyun knew what they were going to do, but she was a miserable outsider and couldn't get in. She could only wait nervously and prayed that they would not make trouble.

Ruolan found the prince in front of the team, and without asking, she told the story of the princess asking for a signature. She was originally a very smart woman. Although she read less, she had a good memory. She actually said the signature, dialogue, interpretation, and poetry without any loss.

Qin Lei's face was gloomy at first, and when he heard the literati's witty words explaining, even if the person's face was slightly relieved. But when Ruolan said with admiration, the literati measured the three words "Qiao Yunshang", his brows that had just stretched became entangled again. After listening to Ruolan's narration patiently, Qin Lei nodded and asked her to go back.

When Ruolan walked away, Qin Lei called Xu Tian over again and asked in a deep voice: "Does anyone come down the mountain?" Xu Tian affirmed: "Since the prince went up the mountain, no one has been able to go down the mountain." Qin Lei still trusted his captain's ability unconditionally. He did not ask any questions, but ordered: "Strengthen the guard. If anyone breaks down the mountain, kill him or her!"

"Yes!" Xu Tian took the order and left.

Qin Lei also ordered Shi Gan to take good care of the ladies at the foot of the mountain, so he ordered Chen Qi and the "monster" Qin Wei who were punished in Zongzheng's mansion that day: "Get together our team and go up the mountain with Gu!" The two obeyed the orders with sternly.

Two flowers bloomed, each with one branch. It was said that the monk Yuantong from Baoen Temple respectfully sent the distinguished guests and ordered the young monks to do their homework, but he moved to the back wing and entered a small courtyard where a layman lived.

When he knocked on the door, a crisp voice came from inside: "Who is it?" "Little junior sister, it's me." Then the door opened, revealing a charming little face. It was the girl in the green shirt who appeared in a panther on the tower. She smiled at the old monk and said, "It turns out that it's my teacher brother, please come in quickly." As she said that, she flashed and welcomed him into the room.

When he entered the room, in addition to the girl in the green shirt, there was the middle-aged scholar who had just sat on the couch and drank tea, with a calm and composed expression. He also changed his half-old long gown and changed to a white wide cloth robe, which made him look even more elegant and casual. Although the old monk looked much older than the scholar, he still saluted respectfully: "Teacher."

Seeing the old monk come in, the scholar smiled and said, "Sit up quickly, your junior sister can't make a few pots of Junshan Silver Needles that are smooth at the prince's house."

The girl Cuishan said coquettishly: "Master, you are joking with your disciple again, that is clearly... it is someone else's wages..." The scribe laughed and said: "Okay, then let's taste the disciple's labor income." The girl Cuishan refused again.

The old monk was not as leisurely as the two masters and apprentices, and said with a wry smile: "The apprentice failed to help the teacher achieve his goal, how can he have the right to drink tea?" He said with a little nervousness: "The guards of the royal palace outside did not withdraw, it seems to have something to do."

The scholar pinched the teacup and sipped it. When the tea soup entered his throat, he closed his eyes and savored it carefully. After a long time of enjoying it, he sighed and said, "The sparse fragrance and white teeth have a lingering smell, and he feels that the heart is clear and unconscious. It is indeed a good tea."

The old monk grabbed his beard and said anxiously: "Teacher..."

The scholar opened his eyes and smiled, "Old disciple, don't be anxious, even if the one outside is swaying, he will not act rashly." As he said that, he looked at the girl Cuishan with a narrow glance and smiled, "Is it, Yunshang?" The girl was Qiao Yunshang who left the book half a month ago. He refused to rely on him again when he heard this, and he actually went forward to pull out the scribe's beard, but scared the scribe so much that he quickly begged for mercy. He said a lot of good things, and then gave up.

The old monk smiled and looked at the two of them laughing, but was not surprised. He knew that the teacher never married her for life because of a past incident, so he always treated her junior sister as her daughter. The master and apprentice naturally had a very good relationship.

After laughing for a while, the three of them sat down and spoke. However, the worries in the old monk's heart disappeared with their laughter. He took the tea cup served by the junior sister, took a sip of tea, and said with regret: "But I didn't let the teacher meet the man, and I wasted some arrangements."

Qiao Yunshang covered his mouth and chuckled, "He doesn't like being led by the nose the most. He will definitely not do anything you ask him to do." Seeing that, he was quite proud.

The old monk said incrediblely: "As a noble man like him, he should care about these things the most..."

The scribe shook his head and smiled, "Yuantong is naturally not as good as Yun Shang to understand the prince," and said, "It's not that this kind of person doesn't believe it, but that he doesn't want to believe it. In fact, there is no difference."

Yun Shang curled her lips and chuckled, "No matter how you say it, it can't hide the fact that the master is busy in vain." She did not feel sorry for the teacher at all.

The scholar took a sip of tea, blinked at Yunshang, and smiled, "How can it be considered in vain? At least I know that my disciple's competitor is one..." Speaking of this, he deliberately paused, making Yunshang so anxious that he wanted to take action again, and then he slowly said: "Goddy and steady, gentle and kind, round on the outside and square on the inside, and has a thousand years of success. He has only seen him for decades." As he said, he said a little melancholy: "I'm afraid no one can achieve this in the world except the person decades ago."

When Yun Shang heard that his master gave such a high praise for underestimating the enemy, he pouted and said dissatisfied: "Then he said we are Chunlan and Qiuju."

The scribe shook her head and smiled, "Although I love you, I want you to know that except for your appearance and character, you should be good at playing, she is slightly better than you in other aspects."

Yun Shang said coquettishly: "It's not that you've taught me badly by Master, but you've talked about him." As he said that, he wanted to pull his beard again. The scholar quickly remedyed it and said: "Don't worry, she is not that easy either. You still have a chance to surpass her. Master will always support you!"

Yuantong was sweating all over his head and thought to himself, what a mess is all about, and he was still surrounded by others, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Teacher, why do you want to see that Your Highness?"

The scribe joked: "That brat stole the precious apprentice of his teacher. He naturally wanted to see if he could match my Yunshang."

Yuantong widened her eyes and said, "Just for this?"

The scribe slid his beard and smiled, "Maybe... I want this highness to enjoy the food." As he said, he said with a frown: "In order to pay off the debts for Yun Shang and that bastard, he has sold all the assets he saved for decades, otherwise he would not have come to you to eat and drink."

Yuantong smiled and said, "Teacher is joking. As long as you show your reputation, the princes and princes in the world will not be invited." As he said, he said, "I look at the prince of Long, who is arrogant but has a shallow foundation. In just one year, he offended all the two huge stents of the Qin Dynasty. It really means to perish. How could the teacher like him?"

Before the scholar could speak, Yun Shang didn't like to listen to it for now and said angrily: "Teacher brother, if you say this again, I will never come to you again." Yuantong said sadly: "Junior sister calm down, senior brother is just talking about the matter."

Yun Shangxing stared slightly and said fiercely: "That's not OK, don't say bad things about him!" As he said that, he defended Qin Lei, "He often said: 'You look superficially, but my deep heart is as elusive as the vast ocean'... Oh, what's wrong with you, Master?" The scholar was already lying on the ground with a smile, and his round old face had already smiled like a chrysanthemum.

The scholar smiled unhurriedly and said, "Silly girl, you believe it even if they say nonsense. I think you are crazy."

Yun Shang frowned and said, "Then the things he did in the south are not fake. Master, it's not fake, right? I don't believe that you are really afraid that I will be bullied and want to be a dowry master." After saying that, he felt it was inappropriate and said shyly: "It's not a dowry,... it's that meaning."

The scholar smiled and shook his head and corrected: "The master just said that there is a possibility. As for whether to take his rice, he still needs to see it again." After hearing what he said, Yuantong felt relieved and no longer mentioned this time.

While the master and apprentice were talking, a panic voice from the monk Zhike came from outside: "Master, the noble man who left before has returned to search the temple, saying that there was a spy from Nanchu."

Yuantong said in a deep voice: "I know, I'll go there now." As he said that, he looked at the scholar and said softly: "Teacher, look?"

The scribe seemed not surprised and smiled and said, "You go and deal with it. If he insists on entering the temple, you will drag him to this yard to see me." Yuantong nodded and then stood up and went out.

As soon as he left, the scholar smiled at Yun Shang and said, "Disciple, move those guys and teachers out quickly."

Yun Shang asked in confusion: "Master, when is it now? Do you still have to make tea?"

The scholar stroked his beard and smiled, "The disciple doesn't understand now. Why did Liu Xuande visit the cottage three times to invite Zhuge Wolong, who is in his early twenties? Without it, only Kong Ming knows how to create momentum for himself."

But Yun Shang heard this and curled his lips and said, "The master is so treacherous," but he tended to turn his elbows out. But then he thought of the bad guy's ability to cheat people to death and laughed, "That person is used to pretending to be a ghost, and the master is afraid he will show off his skills."

After some ridicule, she glared at the white-clothed escort with a sarcastic spirit, and cursed with a smile: "I have raised you for more than ten years in vain, so why not be hurried. Your senior brother can't stop your little lover for a long time."

Yun Shang then got off the floor and put the master's small charcoal stove, table, chair and tea set in a big basket. He carried it out and muttered as he walked: "Master is such a waste. As long as you illuminate your name and let the emperor carry you down the mountain, why do you still make fun of him?"

Why can't the white guard hear that his apprentice was praising him, but in fact he still wanted to speak for his lover, but he could only sigh that the girl was outgoing, and carried two chairs and piled them on a small machine, and walked out with her head and smiled bitterly: "If the world misleads the name of a master, he would be happy, but I'm afraid you will be a widow in a few days." Imagine that Gong Liangyu can still wander around the Three Kingdoms with his status as his successor; go to the palace and make friends with the powerful, let alone his deity.

It is said that the South Guigu North Shenji are two great wise men in China. They are both talented by Guan Zhong and Le Yi and the ability of Zifang Zhongqing. They have millions of soldiers in their hearts and thousands of books in their hearts. They can maintain national affairs and stabilize their country by martial arts. Those who get one of them can be at peace with the world.

These two people lived in seclusion in the mountains all year round, but occasionally glanced at them, but they were the characters who were not seen by the dragon. I wonder what this person was going to do when he ran to the middle.

When Monk Yuantong arrived at the front yard, he saw the prince walking around the courtyard with his hands on his back. His subordinates had already drawn swords and shields, and opened their bows and arrows to cover the walls and the houses, surrounding the temple.

The old monk's expression changed, and he immediately returned to the expression of a monk who had attained enlightenment. He walked to Qin Lei and pronounced the Buddha's name and said, "Amitabha, I wonder if the prince is back, but his entertainment is not over?"

Qin Lei frowned and said coldly: "Look for someone, call out the fortune teller sour scholar to Gu, and ask him if you have something to do."

The old monk clasped his palms and smiled, "The prince was joking. There were only lay Buddhists who ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name in Han Temple, but there were no scholars who told fortunes and divination. If you want to ask for good or bad luck, you should go to Fuxi Street to find some good fortune and good luck." This Yuantong temper was a bit honest. First, he was prejudiced against Qin Lei, and then seeing that he was so arrogant, he naturally didn't feel angry when he spoke.

Qin Lei glared and said, "No wonder you are so fat, you old monk. It turns out that you are fat when you break your promise. An hour ago, you had to ask the Lone King to ask for a visa, but why do you say it's gone now?"

The old monk suddenly said, "It turns out that the prince is talking about Guanyin spiritual signature, so how could it be fortune telling? That is asking for a signature. It is not fortune telling, and fortune telling is not fortune telling..." In order to fulfill the teacher's instructions, the old monk did his best to talk nonsense, but unexpectedly his image in Qin Lei's heart suddenly coincided with a monk in his previous life.

Qin Lei suddenly felt extremely big and waved his hand to stop and said, "I know that you stinky monks recite scriptures and Zen all day long, grinding your mouth thinly. They are all eloquent and don't talk to you. Please hand over the person out quickly..." As he said that, he turned his back and said, "Otherwise, don't blame the Gu King for burning your ruined temple!"

The old monk said with a grievance: "You can ask for something. How can I know if I don't say it? I will know only after I tell it, and only after I know it will consider whether to agree or not. Do you think so?"

Qin Lei was shocked and waved his hand and called the old monk aside. Yuantong didn't know Qin Lei's intention, but the old monk was very cooperative in non-violent ways. Hearing the words, he followed Qin Lei to the corner.

Qin Lei hugged the old monk and his fat neck as thick as his head, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "Supreme treasure?"

The old monk looked at Qin Lei in confusion and said in a stern voice: "How did the prince know?"

Qin Lei suppressed his surging heart. At that moment, he even wanted to thank the Bodhisattva sister. He was about to say, "I finally have a companion, comrade!" But he heard the old monk say ashamed: "I was indeed a bad gambling man before I became a monk, but my gambling fortune was very bad. I had never touched the Supreme Treasure..."

"Uh..." Qin Lei's temple jumped up and he said in a muffled voice: "A Chinese Odyssey?" The old monk shook his head in a daze.

"Moonlight Treasure Box?" The monk continued to shake his head, and Qin Lei's fist had already clenched.

"Tofu Xishi?" still shook his head...

"I'll hit..." The big fist of a vinegar cymbal fell on the old monk's fat face like a full moon.

"Ouch! Prince, how did you hit someone?" the old monk covered his left eye and whined.

Qin Lei angrily punched the old monk in the right eye, "Oh..." A wailing voice resounded throughout Bao'en Temple, shocking the master and apprentice who were producing stoves in the backyard to look at each other, and then continued to fan the flames...

The old monk covered his entire face tightly with his fat hands, and said, "Why do you hit me? I have never touched the cards again after becoming a monk..."

Qin Lei still unhappily bowed left and right, punching one punch after another on Yuantong's rolling fleshy belly. Every punch would make a loud "pa" sound. While hitting, he also cursed and said, "I told you that you don't learn well!"
Chapter completed!