Chen Chufan didn't care about the ridicule in Fu Bo's tone, but kept a serious face, and said, "Since the elders want to hear about the kid's adventures, I don't dare to hide it. It's just a bit of a stretch, and it starts when I was younger. I still remember when I was 4 years old, when I was playing in front of my house, an old monk suddenly appeared in front of me. ”

Speaking of this, Chen Chufan paused, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was trying to recall, and only after a long time did he continue to speak: "That old monk was born with a square head and big ears, and his kind eyebrows and eyes made people feel kind when he looked at it. I remember that he seemed to praise me for my beautiful eyebrows and bones, and even more rare to be destined to have a relationship with him or something, and then he used his hand to play with my head for a long time, and I felt a hot breath spread from his hand all over my body. Later I learned that there was a special name for that action called Daigo Empowerment. ”

Fu Bo looked at Chen Chufan with a blank face and a vivid face boasting about himself, no matter how he sounded like a bloody plot in a martial arts novel, even TMD Daigo empowerment was made. Could it be that this little guy really thinks of himself as an old fool and can fool around at will? Although he was a little annoyed in his heart, Fu Bo did not interrupt Chen Chufan's performance, but smoked a cigar with a calm face while listening to the legendary story told by Chen Chufan.

"After the old monk gave me the initiation, he passed on two sutras to me, left me a Buddhist scripture, and then drifted away. Don't say it, the Daigo empowerment was really useful, and I felt very clear at that time. I memorized every word of the scriptures that the old monk passed on to me. Chen Chufan sighed on his face, and seemed to be still sighing for the adventure that day.

Fauber finally couldn't help it, and interjected: "It's really useful, otherwise how can you even remember the things when you were four years old so clearly, not bad, not bad!" ”

The tone was undisguised mockery.

Chen Chufan didn't seem to be able to hear Fu Bo's mocking tone, but instead nodded with a straight face, and agreed: "Indeed, otherwise how could I still remember the events of my four-year-old so clearly?" ”

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, you go on!" Fauber said angrily, he wanted to see what tricks this lazy boy could come up with.

"The scripture that the old monk passed on to me is the long-lost golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt of the Shaolin Temple. Since then, I have been practicing this mastery diligently, and the few sutras left to me are some of the Buddha's teachings. Later, when I grew up, my natural kung fu became more and more profound, and I also had a lot of experience in this Buddhist method. It was because of this adventure when I was a child that I was full of admiration for the Buddhist culture, and I read the Chinese Tripitaka when I was a teenager. Verse after verse can be memorized backwards. Later, he entered the Guiyuan Temple, and after talking about Buddhism and Taoism several times, he presided over the friendship in the temple. After telling the truth, he couldn't help but beg in every way, so he agreed to him and did the false position of the Vajra protector in the Guiyuan Temple.

After some nonsense, Chen Chufan also learned from the world's masters and sighed, and then said leisurely: "Later, because I realized that art and Buddhism have something in common, I chose to study at the Julie School of Music in NW, but I didn't expect that the first time I used the Buddhist method between the piano, it was actually seen by Fu Bo. But I can't hide it from you, I told you the story of the kid, but don't tell it to you! ”

"Hehe, the old monk master who doesn't know Classmate Chen, but where is he wandering?" Fu Bogan laughed twice, and asked noncommittally about what not to be said.

"The family teacher is a master in the world, and I was only fortunate to see that once, boy. Since then, he has never been looking for a trace. Chen Chufan's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he came directly to death without proof.

"The Guiyuan Temple in WH City is also a famous temple, and I returned to China a few years ago, and I went to worship once at the invitation of the local political axe leader, but I didn't know that Chen was still the protector of the temple, and I didn't know that Chen's function as the protector of the temple could be recognized by the Buddhist Committee of Country Z?" Fauber asked again.

"It was just a private invitation from the presiding officer of the temple, and I reluctantly agreed. After all, the kid's life experience is really a bit incredible. Although the presiding officer of the temple knew, but he also promised that the kid would not leak it at will, how could he report to the Buddhist committee? "Well, a drop of water is leaky, so that people can't check it.

The story is almost over, Fu Bo's cigar addiction is almost over, put down the cigar in his hand, Fu Bo continued to ask without hurry: "Oh, I don't know how the abbot of Guiyuan Temple, Master Qingyuan, is in health recently?" ”

"I don't know what Fu Bo is talking about, how many hosts are you in Guiyuan Temple? It's the long-term mage who is good friends with me! ”

"Haha!"

"Huh"

The old and the young looked at each other, and at the same time let out a deceitful laugh, like two foxes. However, the little fox was still a little immature, far from the natural sophistication of the old fox's smile.

"Fu Bo doesn't believe what the kid says at all?" There was no other one else's old way of smiling, so Chen Chufan put away his smile and asked with a serious face.

"Do you think I should believe it?" Fauber asked rhetorically.

"What if the boy can prove that everything he says is true?"

"How to prove it? Proof of what? ”

"For example, the exercises of the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, for example, can the Buddhist scriptures be recited by the boy to Fu Bo, for example, although the boy's Buddhist tokens have been withdrawn, the business card of the old abbot of Nalongyuan is still carried with him."

"This" Fu Bo's face showed a suspicious look for the first time today, and it didn't seem like he was joking when he looked at Chen Chufan with a serious face. This made the old guy a little uncertain. At the beginning, he was completely with the mentality of watching a play, listening to the young man in front of him flickering at will, but now when he heard the young man take the initiative to confirm what he said, he couldn't help but be suspicious.

"If I don't show my hands, it seems that Fauber won't believe me, maybe I think the kid is bullying, that's really a sin! Today, the kid has no form, so he shows his hands in front of Fauber! After speaking, Chen Chufan stood up directly, walked to the bookcase in the study, picked up the big knife that was placed under the bookcase, touched the blade, and waved it a few times in his hand, and praised it sincerely: "Yes, it's a good knife!" ”

"The knife is indeed a good knife, or I received it from a person who is said to be a Boxer general, with a total weight of more than 20 catties, and ordinary people really can't swing it a few times!" Fauber also stood up from his seat and said with a bow.

"Well, then I'll use the knife of Fu Bo to prove the exercises I have practiced!" After speaking, Chen Chufan didn't wait for Fu Bo to react, so he put one hand on the wide desk, and the other hand holding the big knife slashed towards his arm without hesitation, only to hear a muffled sound of "poof", and the blade was bounced off by the skin on Chen Chufan's body, leaving only a faint blood mark under the arm.

"This" Fu Bo was speechless again, he even walked closer and touched the position where Chen Chufan was cut with his own hands. Just soft skin and nothing else.

"If you still don't believe me, you're the only one left to cut it yourself." After speaking, Chen Chufan turned the blade and handed the handle to Fu Bo, who was standing beside him.

Fu Bo simply took the big knife and asked, "Do you want luck?" ”

Seeing that Chen Chufan shook his head, he quickly slashed at Chen Chufan's left arm with a swift knife, of course, the result was still the same.

"This exercise has been verified, if you still don't believe it, can you try the kid to recite that Buddhist scripture?" Chen Chufan looked at Fu Bo, who was stunned, and continued.

"Oh?" Li Afu hesitated a little, could it be that the story that this young man just told was the truth? But this is too incredible, isn't it, is there really any worldly master in this society now? Is there really an old monk who sees the head of the dragon and does not see the end?

Li Afu hesitated, but there was a knock in the study, and he put the knife in his hand back on the bookshelf, and Li Afu said in a deep voice: "Come in." ”

It was Fu Bo's maid who walked into the study, and she respectfully bowed to Fu Bo before she spoke: "Master, the meal is ready." ”

Dishes are good dishes, and wine is good wine.

Especially after eating Western food for a week, when I see six pure national dishes in front of me, the temptation is great.

Stewed beef brisket with potatoes, braised crucian carp, stuffed yellow chicken with ginger, stir-fried cabbage, roasted tender pork ribs with sauce, and a pot of yellow egg soup, all of them seemed to make Chen Chufan's index fingers move, and he only felt that his trip today was really worthwhile, and even the performance he had just given to Fu Bo in the study was worth it!

Especially when there was a bowl of golden porridge in front of him that he couldn't name, the fresh and fragrant taste had been invading Chen Chufan's sense of smell.

Chen Chufan couldn't wait to move his chopsticks. But before the master could speak, he could only endure it.

"This 80-year-old bottle of Moutai is my treasure, classmate Chen, accompany me, an old man, for a drink?" Fu Bo didn't move his chopsticks, but pointed to the bottle of Moutai wine placed in front of the table and said to Chen Chufan.

"Dad, pianists can't drink!" Without waiting for Chen Chufan to speak, Su Xiuqing, who was sitting opposite Chen Chufan, spoke first.

"Who says you can't drink?" Fu Bo taught his daughter with a straight face, "What kind of sea pianist did you go to see two years ago, isn't the pianist there just like a violin player who plays the piano and sings while drinking?" ”

"That's a movie, and a movie is different from reality!" Su Xiuqing argued.

"What's the difference? Can you play it in the movie? In reality, you can't play it? ”

Seeing that the father and daughter quarreled over whether they drank or not, Chen Chufan was anxious.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with the two arguing, but that they were arguing back and forth, when would he be able to eat? So he said simply: "Since Fu Bo invited, I will accompany Fu Bo to have a drink, but first say okay, I will only drink a cup, but I can't drink too much!" ”

(To be continued)