"Donor, it's your turn!" The old abbot who accompanied Wang Rui to play chess saw that he was holding a chess piece and was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but remind him.

"Hmmm! It's my turn. Wang Rui's spirits perked up, and he had some kind of plan in his heart, and casually put the chess pieces in his hand in a place in the middle of the chessboard.

"This ......" A sharp-eyed young monk behind the old abbot was stunned, extremely confused by this step taken by Lord Wang.

Because this move played by Lord Wang is not only really unreasonable, but also does not conform to the rules of chess at all.

Judging from the position of the fallen son, this step is completely meaningless. And this "horse" of Lord Wang should not jump four squares at once.

It's always been the "horse" that goes to the sun, what kind of chess is he playing?! There are no rules at all.

"Amitabha! Donor's Tricks. The old man has been taught! The old abbot sighed, casually threw the chess pieces in his hand into the chess basket on the side, and greeted Wang Rui with his hands together.

"Oh? Concession and concession! Wang Rui was in a much more relaxed mood and bowed slightly.

"Donor, dare to invite tea in the lobby?" The old abbot cautiously consulted the opinions of the king.

"Haha! No need. The scenery here is very good, and it is a good place to listen to the wind by the railing! Wang Rui shook his head with a smile and said.

"Donor! Can you allow the little monk to look at your face? The young monk behind the old abbot took advantage of Lord Wang's good mood and suddenly said excitedly.

"Oh. Who is this ......? Wang Rui hesitated for a moment, then turned to the abbot and asked.

The old abbot's face was stunned, and he glared back at the young monk unhappily, and then he smiled and said: "This is the true disciple of this temple, and the Dharma name is Wuzhi." This son is still a late learner, and he has not yet learned the subtlety of Buddhism, so he makes this nonsense. Don't mind! ”

"You're welcome! The so-called knowers can speak, and words can be exhausted. Tall people are not old either. In this way, it will be annoying to the little master! ”

Wang Rui smiled, but he was interested. A time ago, when he was a teenager, he was taken by his family to tell his fortune.

However, the results of fortune-telling did not seem to satisfy him. It's also funny to think about, young people, who doesn't want their life to be young and ambitious, young and rich.

However, the fortune teller who broke his leg said that Wang Rui would have ups and downs in his studies and a difficult career in the future, and he would have some small achievements in middle age.

The most hateful thing is that this guy also said that Wang Rui is afraid of being unexpected.

Calculated such a result, not only Wang Rui's superstitious mother was dissatisfied, but even Wang Rui, the fortune-telling deity, was also angry.

That's all the comments in the past, or an odd number? I'm afraid of being an anomaly!

Wang Rui's mother pulled the master of the broken leg and asked him to tell him the truth. How can this mother allow others to say this about her own children.

In the end, Wang Rui's mother asked that he really couldn't get out, and the master of broken legs said perfunctorily: "This outlier is not necessarily bad." For example, if you win the lottery, make a fortune, or meet a nobleman, it will also encounter an odd number! ”

By the time Wang Rui's mother, who was at ease, wanted to ask for a specific question, the master of the broken leg had already found a gap and let the apprentice push him to escape.

This time, the conclusion is absurd and the fortune-telling prediction is that Wang Rui has never done it in his previous life.

However, since he traveled back to the Ming Dynasty, his views have changed radically.

Wang Rui combined his life experience in the previous time and space, and then traveled to Daming in a strange way, and a series of actions after arriving in Daming, he has to admit that this broken leg master is extremely accurate.

Where is this feudal superstition? It's exactly Chrysostom's prophecy!

"The little monk obeys." Monk Wuzhi began to look at Wang Ruilai seriously, while the old abbot on the side shook his head silently.

"Then bother the little master, please!" Wang Rui became more interested, and wanted to hear what this enlightened monk had calculated.

Monk Wuzhi was not polite, and a pair of sharp eyes looked directly at Wang Rui, as if he could really see something from his face.

"Lord! The benefactor is really a rare male lord in a thousand years! Monk Wuzhi looked at it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, his legs weakened, and he knelt down with a plop.

"Little master, why are you ......? Hurry up, please! Monk Wuzhi's words made Wang Rui very useful, and he raised his hand to signal him to get up and speak.

It's been many years since this time traveled, and it was the first time that Lord Wang had encountered this kind of person who said that he was a thousand-year-old hero, and immediately knelt down. To say that there is no trace of smugness in his heart is absolutely false.

"Donor, the little monk has a request. If the donor agrees, the little monk will get up! Monk Wuzhi blushed and asked emotionally.

"Oh? If the little master has any requests, you might as well tell me and hear it! Wang Rui was on the rise, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Enlightenment! Don't be rude. I have been a family member, or should I be indifferent to Buddhism! The old abbot hurriedly spoke, trying to stop the apprentice's impulse.

In fact, the old abbot disagreed with the statement of the male lord in front of the monk Wuzhi.

What is Male Master? Take the heroes of the world as the heroes. To put it bluntly, that's to be the emperor!

Is this something that can be said? Regardless of whether it is true or not, how can this leaking of heavenly secrets be reckless!

"Master, this kind of fate is my great blessing for Buddhism!" Monk Wuzhi ignored the old abbot's refusal at all, but continued to tell Lord Wang his request.

"If his ambition succeeds, the little monk only asks me Laizhou Hanfeng Temple to become the first royal temple of this country. I hope the donor will be fulfilled! "Monk Wuzhi bowed again.

"Haha! It is said that the four major monks are empty. Today, it seems that monks are not exempt from vulgarity! Wang Rui couldn't help laughing.

In later generations, those monks who drove BMWs and took beautiful women, ate and drank everywhere, and swaggered to make money, Wang Rui saw a lot, and he had long lost his awe of this Buddhism.

Of course, the world's most powerful teachings are fighting and killing...... That's right, it's the kind that the Hui people in China believe in, and Wang Rui is even more sneering: What a thing!

Because in Wang Rui's view, if you really want to say that it is my true Chinese tradition, in fact, there is only Taoism.

Whether it's Buddhism or *** religion, it's just a foreign religion from other countries!

"Donor! This ......" Monk Wuzhi saw that Wang Rui just laughed, but he didn't agree, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncertain.

"Get up! The mountains and fields are chatting, we don't need to take it seriously, don't pass it on...... "Wang Rui waved his hand and put an end to the matter in front of him.

"Enlightenment! Do you understand what the donor means? Get up! The old abbot was very relieved to see that the matter had passed like this.

"Zhang Er, come up!" Wang Rui turned around and said hello to Zhang Er, who was standing outside the pavilion.

Zhang Er quickly walked to the pavilion, arched over and asked, "What does the lord command?" ”

"Send a hundred taels of snowflake silver to the temple, let's also come to see the Buddha and worship the Buddha, let's get married!" Wang Rui commanded.

"Yes, my lord!" Zhang Er made a military salute and hurriedly walked out of the pavilion to arrange the implementation.

Wang Rui didn't care about him, and casually swept all the chess pieces on the chessboard in front of him, and slowly laid out four big words: "Zhao Zhao Daming"!

The old abbot looked at it with a solemn expression and was silent. But the monk Wuzhi looked puzzled.

Although the monk is only 29 years old, his experience is quite complicated.

He was originally an orphan in Jinan Mansion, named Zhang Dajun. When he was nine years old, he fainted on the street from hunger, and was rescued by a wandering Taoist who followed him around to practice.

Although this Taoist master is extremely accurate in fortune-telling, he has never explained six or seven times out of ten to the fortune-tellers. And it only charges ten copper coins.

If someone forcibly gives more, he will definitely find a place to send it out immediately.

Because Zhang Dajun had a flexible mind and acted very well-behaved, the Taoist chief carefully taught him Taoism and fortune-telling skills.

When he was nineteen years old, Zhang Dajun had already obtained the true transmission of the Taoist on the way to fortune-telling, and he was no longer willing to live a life of penance and wandering without food and clothing. He began to tell fortunes and collect money everywhere, trying to save enough money to find a prosperous place to build a Taoist crown.

The Taoist chief tried to persuade him not to listen, and in a fit of anger he expelled him from the Dao Gate.

In desperation, Zhang Dajun had no choice but to bid farewell to the Taoist chief and began to wander around Dongchang Mansion to tell fortunes.

A magistrate in Dongchang Prefecture heard the name of Zhang Dajun's divine operator, so he asked him to tell the fortune of the newborn child.

Zhang Dajun looked at each other and realized that this child was a short-lived ghost. He was not stupid enough to tell the truth, but boasted about it in a vain manner, begged for some money and left.

However, the truth that was calculated really made him suffocate to death. When he left the county magistrate's mansion, he still couldn't help but give his concierge an extra mouthful.

Sadly, it turned out to be a prophecy! The beloved son of the county really died in Huangquan on the tenth day after the fortune telling.

After Zhang Dajun's words reached the ears of the grief-stricken magistrate, the angry magistrate regarded Zhang Dajun as a thorn in the flesh and sent his family members and officials to lock him up and take him to fill his life.

In desperation, he fled to Laizhou, and became a monk in this Hanfeng Temple, taking the Dharma name "Wuzhi".