At the gate of Hanshan Temple, Liu Fan was lying under a statue of King Kong, he was holding a weed at the corner of his mouth, with a lazy expression on his face, leaning sideways on the stone carving next to him, staring at the temple gate without blinking, carefully observing everyone who entered and exited the temple.

After leaving from Yizhuang, Liu Fan returned directly to the city medical center, and after learning that Chu Minghui had returned, he immediately went straight to Hanshan Temple. And Qihong and Zhu Zishan and the others were still dealing with the aftermath of Chunling in Yizhuang, so Liu Fan was sure that he was ahead of them, but he didn't expect those people to be so slow.

Wait, wait, wait until it was almost dark, Qihong and Zhu Zishan finally returned to the temple gate, Liu Fan waved his hand at Qihong from afar, and saw Liu Fan coming here to collect debts, Qihong was a little depressed, at first he pretended not to see, and walked back and forth with his head down, seeing his appearance, Liu Fan walked over directly.

Seeing that he really couldn't avoid Liu Fan, the host of Qihong wanted to persuade Zhu Zishan again to see if he could follow Liu Fan to Yangzhou and protect Liu Fan's safety along the way. It's a pity that he just opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Zhu Zishan recited Buddhist scriptures and walked towards the temple.

Host Qihong tried to pull two handfuls but didn't hold him, and watched Zhu Zishan enter Hanshan Temple, but he had no choice but to step forward to greet Liu Fan alone. Looking at Zhu Zishan's bullish appearance, Liu Fan couldn't help but be a little curious about the relationship between Zhu Zishan and Qihong, and after Qihong came over, he couldn't help but ask.

Hearing Liu Fan ask about the relationship between himself and Zhu Zishan, Qihong did not hide it, he told Liu Fan directly about the inside story, it turned out that Qihong presided over the Songshan Shaolin Temple, and Zhu Zishan is a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, although the two are more than 20 years apart, but by chance, they both worshiped the ancient sky monk and sat down.

The ancient sky monk was originally a learned Confucian, and later became a monk because he saw through the red dust, he realized a set of magic skills when he consulted the Confucian classics and Buddhist scriptures, and was respected as one of the top ten masters of martial arts, Qihong and Zhu Zishan were placed under his door, so that Qihong and Zhu Zishan became brothers.

Although the two brothers were accepted as disciples by the ancient sky monks, the two took completely different paths, at that time Qihong majored in Buddhism, and his attainments in Confucianism and Buddhism were extremely high, but he rarely dabbled in martial arts. And because Zhu Zishan is a lay disciple, and he loves martial arts since he was a child, he practiced martial arts in the temple and occasionally listened to scriptures.

Zhu Zishan has excellent talent, has studied art for fifteen years, and has practiced the hard skills of the Shaolin school to perfection. After the death of the ancient empty monk, Qihong traveled all over the world to understand Buddhism, Zhu Zishan went down the mountain to create a dart game, he relied on his strong cultivation, galloped the rivers and lakes for 20 years, and broke down the name of "the stele wrestler", ranking among the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

After breaking through the name from the rivers and lakes, Zhu Zishan's dart board has become bigger, with a scale of nearly 1,000 people, and his dart board business can continue to be done, but a few years ago, the border line was turbulent, and the nomadic Hu people of the grassland repeatedly invaded the border, which led to Zhu Zishan's dart board losing several darts in a row, and many employers came to the dart board to claim compensation.

The dart board is open for business, and it can't help but take the dart to the border, but after going, it is easy to lose the dart. The most important thing about doing business is reputation, if the reputation is bad, there will be nothing. The frequent loss of darts on the border side caused Zhu Zishan's reputation to plummet, and many dart masters and executioners all left the dart game.

In fact, before this, Zhu Zishan already had the idea of washing his hands in a golden basin, seeing this situation, Zhu Zishan simply closed the dart bureau and took the family back to his hometown in Suzhou, and at this time, Qihong was already the presiding abbot of Hanshan Temple, although the two brothers were in Suzhou, but they usually don't move around, so outsiders don't know about this relationship.

Because he has saved some savings over the years, after returning to Suzhou, Zhu Zishan pondered for a while, then took a real estate and changed his career to become an innkeeper, a generation of masters disappeared in the crowd, what happened later, Liu Fan already knew, no one expected, Zhu Zishan went around in a big circle, and finally returned to the temple.

After listening to the introduction hosted by Qihong, Liu Fan knew the inside story, and after feeling the impermanence of the world, he changed the topic and began to ask Qihong for bodyguards, saying that he would return to Yangzhou later. ”

"Yes, Abbot." In response, the monk ran towards the temple.

After a while, two monks wearing brown and cyan monk's robes came to Qihong to bow and worship, they were the disciples of Qihong, the burly monk was called Fazun, and the other tall monk was called Huizhen, Fazun was about forty years old, Huizhen was twenty years old, and the two looked at Qihong's eyes full of respect.

These two people have an extraordinary temperament, the Dharma Zunsheng is tall and majestic, two meters tall, the face is majestic and fierce, the muscles are as hard as iron and stone, the arms are full of green tendons, and the hands are covered with thick calluses, as if the King Kong Buddha is in general, Liu Fan, who is angry and angry, is frightened, this person is brave and unmatched, just standing still, it gives people a feeling of palpitation and danger.

Different from the fierceness of the Fazun, Huizhen's temperament is diametrically opposed. He has a slender figure, starry eyes and sword eyebrows, handsome and chic. Hui Zhen always has a faint smile on his face, a light and breezy expression, although his body is thin and looks thin and weak, but I don't know why? Liu Fan always felt like a spring breeze when he stood beside him.

"Young Master Liu, these two people are Lao Gu's inferior disciples, Fazun is good at external skills, and Hui Allah cultivates internal skills, since Senior Brother Zhu refuses to leave the temple, Lao Gu has to compensate his apprentice to Gongzi, but Lao Gu wants to take a test for Gongzi, do you guess which of these two has a high cultivation?" Whose cultivation is low? Host Qihong asked with a playful face.

"If I guessed correctly, I don't know what reward the host has?" Liu Fan said with a smile.

"If Childe guesses correctly, the old man will let the inferior stay with Childe and protect Childe for a year, how about it?" Speaking of this, the host of Qihong paused, and then continued: "However, there must be a punishment for this reward, if the son guesses wrong, then the old man will retract his previous promise and not let the bad guy go down the mountain to escort the son to Yangzhou." ”

"Okay, the decision of the presiding master is fair, and I agreed to it." After agreeing to the gambling contract hosted by Qihong, Liu Fan only glanced at Fazun and Huizhen, and walked to Monk Fazun without thinking, and then he looked at Qihong with a smile: "Master Abbot, I have already won, can I leave now?" ”

"Childe hasn't seen them compete, and he hasn't asked Lao Wei, how do you know that you won?" Speaking of this, Qihong also looked at Liu Fan with a smile and said with a smile: "It's not a secret, Liu Gongzi guessed wrong, among my two apprentices, although Huizhen is a junior disciple, his Buddhist cultivation is higher than that of Fazun, and he lost the bet with his son." ”

Qihong presided over a stumbling block, when he was betting before, he deliberately vaguely let Liu Fan guess the cultivation of Fazun and Huizhen, when the question came out, it seemed to be a temporary idea, but in fact, the host Qihong was fully prepared, this is a suspicious topic of changing concepts, no matter who Liu Fan chooses in the end, Qihong will say that Liu Fan guessed wrong.

Liu Fan chose the Fazun, and Qihong took the Buddhist cultivation as the evaluation criterion, so it was accurate, and Huizhen's Buddhist cultivation was higher than the Fazun, so Liu Fan would lose. But if Liu Fan chooses Huizhen, then Qihong will take martial arts cultivation as the evaluation standard, and Fazun's martial arts cultivation is higher than Huizhen, so Liu Fan will still lose at that time.

Seeing that Liu Fan had fallen for himself, host Qihong showed a smug smile. Looking at Qihong's successful expression, Liu Fan was not in a hurry or impatient, he also smiled: "In fact, the presiding master lost, there is a way that the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, and although the presiding abbot is the master of the two masters, he does not understand their cultivation."

Looking at it below, in addition to the martial arts cultivation of this Fazun Master is higher than Master Huizhen, his Dharma cultivation is also higher than Master Huizhen, but Master Fazun is wise and foolish, and he usually does not show it, if the presiding abbot does not believe it, you will verify it on the spot, and let Master Huizhen himself talk about the results. ”

After the words fell, Liu Fan didn't wait for Qihong's host to react, so he turned his eyes to Monk Huizhen on the side, looking at Monk Huizhen's suspicious expression, Liu Fan smiled and asked: "They all say that their family respects teachers and doesn't speak, so dare to ask the master, do you say that the Buddhist cultivation presided over by Qihong is profound?" Or is your Buddhist cultivation profound? ”

"How can the disciple's cultivation be compared with the abbot's master, it is naturally the abbot's master's Buddhist cultivation is profound." Monk Huizhen replied without thinking.

Hearing this answer, Liu Fan smiled, and then he continued to ask: "I don't think Master Huizhen is very old, he must be a junior brother in this Hanshan Temple, and there are many monks in this Hanshan Temple, and those should be the master's senior brothers." You say that your senior brother's Buddhist cultivation is profound? Or is it a master of your own profound Buddhist practice? ”

"The little monk has only been in Hanshan Temple for five years, and most of the senior brothers have been monks for more than ten years, although the little monk is conceited to have some talent in Buddhist cultivation, but after all, the time is still short, and naturally it cannot be compared with the senior brothers, in the heart of the little monk, it must be the senior brother's Buddhist cultivation is profound!" Speaking of this, Hui Zhen suddenly stopped abruptly.

Originally, this was just a humble sentence from Master Huizhen, but when he was halfway through it, he remembered that his master was still betting with Liu Fan, and his master made a bet about changing the concept to make it difficult for Liu Fan, but he didn't expect Liu Fan to also reply with an answer to the concept of stealing, but he unknowingly fell for Liu Fan.

Looking at Hui Zhen's sluggish and embarrassed appearance, Qi Hong suddenly laughed: "Hui Zhen, Hui Zhen, you are conceited and smart on weekdays, but now you have also suffered Liu Gongzi's loss, he is also an answer to change the concept, no matter how you answer, you will lose, if you are conceited that your Buddhist cultivation is higher than that of your senior brother, he will compare with other senior brothers in the temple, if you are humble and inferior to your senior brother, then he will compare with Fazun." ”

"What the master taught is that the disciple has been taught." After listening to Qihong's comments, Hui Zhen showed a relieved smile, and he looked at Liu Fan with admiration on his face: "Liu Gongzi is very wise, and the little monk admires it, but it's a pity that I have suffered from my senior brother, because of the little monk, he has to protect Liu Gongzi for a year, sin, sin." ”

Seeing that Qihong and Hui were really willing to gamble and lose, Liu Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief......