In the meditation hall, Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng were very emotional after listening to the old monk talk about the origin of this Fayu Temple.

"Master, can we meet the eminent monk you are talking about?" Li Zhifeng asked respectfully.

The old monk was slightly stunned at first, and then said with a smile: "Oh, what did you see him doing?" ”

Li Zhifeng shook his head, his eyes were red, and he sighed:

"Actually, it's nothing, I just think it's really not easy for this high monk, if it weren't for this incident, maybe he would live a different life now. Besides, as the saying goes, people at the end of the world cherish people at the end of the world. From him, I also saw the shadow of me and my mother, so I wanted to see him. ”

The old monk looked at Li Zhifeng with deep sympathy, and then moved his gaze to Shan Zhuokun.

"I wonder what this donor thinks of this?"

Shan Zhuokun saw Li Zhifeng bowing his head and choking, he felt a little flustered in his heart, and wanted to wipe her tears, but because he cared about the feelings of the old monk, he could only bow his head and remain silent.

At this time, when he heard the other party asking himself, he also looked up at the old monk and said frankly:

"Although I have not experienced any of this, I do have deep sympathy for this eminent monk. It would be great to be able to meet each other. ”

After saying that, he looked sideways at Li Zhifeng again, his eyes full of sympathy and comfort.

The old monk smiled slightly, still with an unsurprised expression.

He is not a bystander, he is the protagonist of Fang Cai's story, the boy who became a monk in order to help Emperor Yang of Sui transfer. Although his heart was full of resentment about this arrangement back then, he always imagined that if he didn't leave home, he would have another life, having children, and living a simple and busy life.

However, after experiencing the changes of the Sui Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty, his mood also underwent a fundamental change. At least, because he is in the land of Buddhism, he does not have the hardships experienced by ordinary people, which can also be regarded as a blessing for eating fasting and reciting Buddha.

"Buddhism has clouds, see through the red dust, and become a great cause. The two donors are so kind-hearted, and they will surely have great blessings in the future. As for the eminent monk, he has now traveled to the side, and I am afraid that he will not have a chance to see him this time. ”

The old monk smiled on his lips and said lightly.

"Oh? That's a shame. ”

Shan Zhuokun blinked, just after hearing the old monk say this, he could already guess seven seven eight eight of them. But since the other party refused to admit it, then he didn't say more, so as not to be embarrassed.

"Donor, if the poor monk is not mistaken, you should come to dinner to find a female benefactor called Chanji." The old monk leaned forward and said casually.

Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng quickly exchanged a look, they knew that this old monk was definitely not a mortal, but now it seems that he does have some cultivation, otherwise he would not be able to tell the secret in their hearts so easily.

But now that the other party has guessed, there is no need to go around in circles, and it is better to tell each other frankly.

"Master, since you have already guessed the intention of the two of us, you will no longer hide it."

As he spoke, Shan Zhuokun took off the white ivory jade plaque that he carried with him to symbolize his official position, held it with both hands, and presented it to the old monk.

"We are from Chang'an, my surname is Shan, thanks to the emperor's grace, I was named the Imperial Heavenly Supervisor. This is my bodyguard, Yifeng. The reason why the two of us came to Putuo this time is to find Chanji, the lord of Goryeo, by the will of the Holy Lord. If the master had seen her before, he would have been able to help me. ”

After saying that, Shan Zhuokun stood up, clasped his hands into fists, and bowed deeply to the old monk.

The old monk stretched out his hand to take the jade plaque, looked down, and saw that the three big characters of 'Yutianjian' were engraved on the convex and concave places on it. Only then did I know that the scholar in front of him with a handsome face, black hair and a bun, and a cyan robe was actually an official.

"The poor monk is really blind, and he actually offended the official."

After handing the jade plaque back to Shan Zhuokun, the old monk folded his hands and said respectfully.

Seeing this, Shan Zhuokun also followed the example of the old monk and folded his hands. He first recited Amitabha, and then said:

"The master is serious, as the so-called ignorant is not to blame. I haven't revealed my identity before, so how do you know where I came from? The master said that my master and servant came here on the order of the emperor this time, and I wanted to invite the county lord of Chanji to return to the palace with me. The monks have always been compassionate about compassion, and the master doesn't want to see her a weak woman adrift all the time, right? ”

Shan Zhuokun's words were polite and courteous, which made people's hearts warm when they heard it. Although the old monk has been a monk for many years and is accustomed to seeing the warmth and coldness of the world, his eyes are still a little moist after hearing this.

Under the gaze of Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng, the old monk was silent for a moment, and after barely suppressing the throbbing emotions in his heart, he said in embarrassment:

"The two donors, it's not that the poor monk doesn't want to help, it's just that the lord of Chanji is not in my temple now, and the poor monk can't help. Two donors, please go back. ”

Although the old monk's words sounded very good, he actually gave an order to expel customers.

"Master, do you know where this Chanji County Lord has gone?"

When Li Zhifeng heard this, he immediately became anxious. As the saying goes, heroes cherish each other. Although she and the county lord of Chanji had never met, on the way, she also heard Shan Zhuokun intermittently talk about some things about the woman. knew that she was a heroine who was both civil and military, and dared to love and hate, so she silently had the intention of going on a blind date.

Thinking that if I met Chanji, I would inevitably become sisters with her. Now that this hope has been disappointed, it is natural to be extremely disappointed.

"This ...... Indeed, the poor monk did not know. When the old monk said this, his eyes couldn't help but become a little misty.

Li Zhifeng was about to continue to ask, but was pulled by Shan Zhuokun beside him. She looked sideways in amazement, only to see that the other party was shaking his head, signaling not to say any more.

Li Zhifeng knew that Shan Zhuokun was worried that he would say the wrong thing in a hurry, so he forced himself to calm down, lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Master, you are well-informed, and you must have heard of my Imperial Heavenly Prison. Although Zhuo Kun is not as advanced as the master's cultivation, he has also learned some warlocks' fur from his family teacher, and has a little study of divination and word measurement. Anyway, we are idle, so why don't we test the master on behalf of the Lord of Chan Ji County? ”

Li Zhifeng quickly raised his head and looked at Shan Zhuokun with a look of shock in his eyes.

What kind of medicine is sold in this disciple's gourd? Since the old monk has issued an eviction order, he will leave, so why bother to be bored here? Besides, she had only seen face-to-face word measurement before, and this was the first time she had seen this itchy boot.

Obviously, the old monk also had the same doubts as Li Zhifeng.

"Master Shan, the poor monk has only seen face-to-face word measurement, but he has never heard of the test." The old monk shook his head, then smiled, "Are you sure this can work?" ”

Shan Zhuokun waved his hand to the old monk haughtily: "Anyway, I won't accept your hexagram money, so what does it matter if it doesn't work." And if it's true, what should we do? ”

When the old monk saw that he was talking so loudly, he became somewhat interested.

"Okay, the poor monk promised you, if it really works, you can ask for it casually, and the poor monk will agree."

"Okay."

Shan Zhuokun was secretly happy when he saw that the old monk had fallen for his plan, but on the surface, he didn't show it at all. Just stared at the other party, waiting for him to give a word.

The old monk pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Since the two of you are here for love, then take this word as a test." ”

Shan Zhuokun nodded slightly, and under the gaze of the old monk and Li Zhifeng, he unhurriedly poked the index finger of his right hand into the cup containing tea on the side, and dipped it in water and wrote a big word 'love' on the table.

Seeing him frowning and staring directly at the table, Li Zhifeng's heart suddenly rose to his throat, his two hands were clenched together, and a dense layer of sweat oozed from his palms unconsciously.

The old monk beside him showed a smug look, waiting for the appearance of the show.

The meditation room was extremely quiet, except for the sound of breathing still echoing rapidly.