The white and gray clothes sat opposite each other. People didn't believe that the newcomer sat down after saying a few words.

Compared with the Jiang Long spear that was kicked away just now, there is also an unknown swordsman who still doesn't know life and death.

The two people are dressed differently, look different, and sit in different postures, but these two people sit face to face outside the gate of Chang'an City.

"Why did the donor come?"

The man in white said that he wanted to reason with him, which is naturally his favorite thing, and the world is reasonable.

The Tao is reasonable. The Buddha is naturally reasonable, so he is never afraid to reason with others.

"Wherever there is a donor, please call me son or sir."

The man in white is Lu Butti in the academy, he likes to wear a white dress, although he looks young, but his age is there.

If the son's son calls out, I wonder if he will feed his conscience to the wild dogs on the side of the road.

If you really call Mr. Sentence, then you will not only feed the dog with your conscience, but you may also be uncomfortable for a long time.

"What is the name of the donor?"

The gray-clothed monk folded his hands, if there was no terrifying scene just now, it is estimated that the people around him would believe that this is a high-ranking monk.

It's just that Lu Buti on the other side didn't seem to hear it, and his eyes were still looking at almsgiving. Almsgiving had no choice but to ask again.

"What is the name of the donor?"

Lu Buxi looked at Bu Shi very strangely, and asked with a very surprised expression.

"You know me?"

This sentence makes Bu Shi inexplicable, this person who comes to reason will not be born stupid.

"The poor monk doesn't know the benefactor."

Lu Buti said a little calmly, but the people around him could hear it, and Lu Buti spoke quietly, even the closest people couldn't hear it.

"If you didn't know me before, why do you know me now?"

"People are not born with knowledge."

But when he said this, he paused, as if he thought about it, and then continued.

"I don't know what the name of the donor is and why he came."

Lu Buti didn't care much about the gray-clothed monk, as if he remembered that the white snow cat in his house was basking in the sun. Then he yawned lazily.

"Your husband, my name is Lu Buti, why did you come, I just heard that you, the big monk, are too noisy, I'll let you be quiet."

looked extremely lazy, and the words he spoke were extremely arrogant, and his voice became louder, and the people around him who were closer could hear it very clearly.

I unconsciously prayed that this old gentleman would not be beaten too badly, and then a handful of old bones would fall apart.

"The donor is just uneasy, so he thinks the poor monk is too noisy."

Up to this point, the gray-clothed monks were all sitting quietly with Lu Buti, talking to the two of them.

It's a bit like a nonsensical word, but sometimes it's like this between people, reasoning, in fact, everything is reasonable.

"I feel very at ease, I have been in Chang'an for many years, and I will be for many more years in the future. This is my peace of mind. ”

Lu Buti looked at the gray-clothed monk with some sarcasm, and he looked at him with pity.

"I think you are very uneasy, monk, why did you forget what Northern Qi was like after staying in Datang for a long time?"

"Shut up."

One sentence is not enough for two people, it is indeed calmer than all the previous words, and the people around them covered their ears in pain, but unfortunately it was useless.

"Alas, why is your temper so big, isn't it reasonable?"

The people around just saw that the man in white was still in a gloomy manner, but he didn't have a painful look, but he didn't worry about it anymore.

I was thinking that this wouldn't be those legends, those who didn't like to be born.

And Lu Buti also felt calm, and he was closest to almsgiving, and Lu Buti doubted whether his ears were deaf.

Hurriedly plucked his ears with his fingers, and found that he could still hear the voices of the people around him, so he looked at the gray-clothed monk in front of him with confidence.

"This is the attitude of the donor to reason with others?"

plucking his ears when he was talking to people, no matter how he looked at Lu Buti, it was a provocative look. By no means the attitude of being reasonable.

"Oh, why am I reasoning with Datang and Northern Qi, can't I pluck out my ears?"

Lu Buti also lost his patience, and if his snow cat woke up, the things he had secretly prepared would be gone.

"Then the donor is not going to be reasonable?"

He had already gotten up, and it looked as if the kick, sleeve, and fingers he had just had just had no force at all.

"How can you say unreasonable? I talk to you in front of Chang'an, which is a great truth. ”

The Tang Dynasty people speak in the Tang Dynasty, which is the biggest truth, which was said by a Tsing Yi man in a certain academy in Dongcheng before.

"So, please advise."

As he spoke, he quickly retreated a few steps, looking at Lu Buti but thinking about sending him out in a moment, but he didn't need to spare any strength to repay what he said just now.

"Hey, what? To be reasonable, you can't just want to use force? is really worthy of being a native of Northern Qi. ”

Lu Buti laughed here, but he didn't mean to blush at all. After all, he is an enlightened monk from the Northern Qi Dynasty.

"Hehe, I don't know what the donor was talking about just now, how can a scholar know the truth only when he has a big fist."

Bu Shi didn't bother to talk to Lu Buti more, and a scholar killed more than a thousand people by himself.

These people will just talk about the country, the world, and the people.

It's a pity that if they are asked to do something for the people, these scholars will shirk it again and again.

These are all very normal things, after all, human nature, but unfortunately people still don't have a long memory, and they will continue to say it after one time.

What else will a reader's mouth do besides telling such an unreasonable truth? It is very funny to speak for the people.

While thinking about it, he clenched his fists in his sleeves, and looked at Lu Buti in front of him, who was dressed in white, but he felt a little hateful.

And Lu Buti still sat there, took out a book from his waist, and read it to himself.

The people around him all sweated for Lu Buti, and the charity began to move.

A cuff thought about Lu Buti in front of him and omitted it, and the real killing machine was indeed a fist in his sleeve.

The fist can kill, and this fist in the sleeve can also kill everyone under the Eight Realms, which is his capital to come to Datang.

It is also the confidence of giving, as soon as it is full force, it is afraid of some accidents, and it can be regarded as killing chickens and using it as a knife.

The cuffs have arrived, the fist wind has come out, and it is less than an inch away from Lu Buti's face. Lu Buti finally read the broken book carefully.

Zi said: People are not benevolent, what is the courtesy? If people are not kind, how can they be happy?"

Giving cannot be taken a step forward, as if the whole heaven and earth were pressed down. Lu Buxi suddenly laughed.

"Who says it's useless to read?"