Chapter 260 stiffens as soon as you fart

When the prince travels, normally there are a lot of entourage guards around him, but this time, there are only two people who come to the front of the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Uncle, go slower, I really can't keep up with you. ”

Although Zhao Yuankui was treated by Huo Yuanzhen for cold poison, his physical strength was still not as good as Zhao Ximo, who was walking like a fly in front of him.

"I told you to be diligent in practicing martial arts, but you just didn't listen, now that the cold poison in your body is healed, you still don't want to pay attention to this matter, don't you know that having a good body is the most important thing?"

Zhao Ximo looked at Zhao Yuankui behind him, and he hated the taste of iron not being steel.

"Uncle, you are all super masters in the late congenital stage, how can I compare with you. ”

"Don't complain, if you don't want to accompany me, an old man, then you can go back, anyway, there are people down the mountain to protect you, I'll just go in by myself." ”

"Hey, that's not good, the abbot of Shaolin's first ring also saved my life, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I won't go, who will introduce you, Shaolin Temple may not be able to let you in." ”

"Nonsense, everyone can enter the door, why can't I enter the door?"

Zhao Ximo is also a stubborn temper, when he was in the palace, because Ma Zhenxi looked down on him, but when Ma Zhenxi pursued Huo Yuanzhen with An Ruhuan, he was stopped alive, and he fought with Ma Zhenxi.

Therefore, Zhao Ximo is actually a little arrogant, very face-loving, and cannot afford to fail.

Seeing Zhao Ximo enter the Shaolin Temple, Zhao Yuankui also hurriedly followed, and happened to meet Huijian, so he asked him to inform the abbot, saying that Zhao Yuankui came to ask to see.

Huo Yuanzhen got the news of Zhao Yuankui's coming, and quietly checked it in the sky with a golden-eyed eagle, and saw Zhao Ximo at a glance.

Seeing this person, Huo Yuanzhen was secretly happy, the last time he was in the palace, he heard that this old man was going to become a monk, Zhao Yuankui recommended him to come to Shaolin Temple, but he didn't expect to come today.

Now that he has a general insight into the other party's intentions, Huo Yuanzhen has to make some preparations.

Let Huijian have affection Zhao Yuankui come over, Huo Yuanzhen sat in the room, and his face quickly returned to the state of Gujing Wubo, although he was not very old, but the long-practiced monk's temperament was immediately revealed.

After a while, Zhao Yuankui and Zhao Ximo came to the abbot's courtyard.

Zhao Ximo did not immediately enter Huo Yuanzhen's room, but looked outside for a while and said, "Is this house also given by the Buddha?"

Next to him, Hui Jian said: "That's right, most of the buildings in my Shaolin Temple were given by the Buddha, and only some halls and meditation rooms were built by themselves." ”

Zhao Ximo nodded, but did not continue to speak, with his eyesight, he could naturally see that this house was not ordinary, but if it was given by the Buddha, he still didn't believe it, this Shaolin Temple was a little weird everywhere, and he had to take a good look.

Followed Huijian into Huo Yuanzhen's room, Huo Yuanzhen was practicing with his eyes closed at this time, Huijian stepped forward and said, "Abbot, Master Zhao, they are here." ”

Huo Yuanzhen nodded and motioned for Huijian to leave.

Huijian folded together and slowly retreated.

Huijian went out, Huo Yuanzhen didn't open his eyes, his eyes were still closed, and he didn't talk to Zhao Yuankui and the others.

He didn't speak, Zhao Yuankui couldn't help but speak, and immediately stepped forward to greet Huo Yuanzhen, but was stopped by Zhao Ximo.

Zhao Yuankui paused for a moment, and hurriedly went to see his uncle, only to see Zhao Ximo shaking his head slightly, looking at the little abbot with a playful smile, and signaling Zhao Yuankui not to make a sound.

Seeing Zhao Ximo like this, Zhao Yuankui had no choice but to remain silent and wait to see what these two people were going to do. ..., Huo Yuanzhen sat without opening his eyes, and Zhao Ximo and the others also stood there without moving, and time passed bit by bit.

At the beginning, Zhao Ximo thought that Huo Yuanzhen was pretending to be deep, and thought to himself, you must know our identity, even if you don't know mine, you should know that Zhao Yuankui is the prince, I see how long you can pretend.

But after half an hour, the abbot was still motionless, looking like an old monk in a fixed position, which made Zhao Ximo a little suspicious, whether he had forgotten that there were two of them in the room.

And when people are sitting and the two of them are standing, this taste is indeed not so pleasant.

After standing for a while, Zhao Ximo finally couldn't help it, it was obviously not the right choice to be patient with a monk, he couldn't help but cough to remind Huo Yuan that there was a guest arriving.

Finally, the little monk opened his eyes, glanced at the two of them, nodded slightly, and then slowly closed them again.

Zhao Ximo finally couldn't stand it anymore, and said coldly: "My uncle and nephew came from afar, but the abbot ignored us and didn't even say let us sit down. ”

"Amitabha!"

Huo Yuanzhen pronounced a Buddha name, then opened his eyes, and said to the two: "The two donors, if they come, they will be safe, the hospitality of poor monks has always been casual, when this Zhao Shizhu came to Shaolin in the past, he was also used to it at will, and when he came today, why is he still so restrained?"

Zhao Yuankui opened his mouth and didn't speak, thinking that I wanted to sit down too, but this uncle wouldn't let me.

Zhao Ximo looked at Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, you let us feel free to talk like this, but do you know why we came?"

"Could it be that you are asking for a poor monk?"

Zhao Ximo was stunned for a moment, thinking that this little monk was really straightforward when he spoke, although he had the intention of becoming a monk in Shaolin Temple, but he couldn't easily show it, after all, he was the emperor's younger brother, and his identity was still there.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ximo said proudly: "No request!"

"Since there is no demand, then it must be to come to see the poor monk. ”

Zhao Ximo continued: "I want to come to see you, it's my nephew, not the old man. ”

"Oh, then I don't know why you came here from this benefactor?"

Zhao Ximo thought for a while, "I'm just coming over and sitting casually." ”

"The poor monk has already said that my Shaolin's hospitality has always been relaxed and casual, since the donor wants to sit, then sit down, why blame the poor monk for refusing to let him sit?"

was a little speechless by Huo Yuanzhen's crooked reasoning, Zhao Ximo paused for a moment, and said after a while: "Actually, the old man came here this time because he wanted to discuss a few questions with you. ”

"Donor, please. ”

"The Buddhist scriptures say that "Sumeru hides mustard seeds, and mustard seeds contain Sumeru" is a mystery, how can a small mustard seed accommodate such a large Mount Meru? If you don't understand common sense, you're deceiving people, right?"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled when he heard this, and asked, "I wonder if this benefactor is willing to study?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yuankui said: "My uncle has read a lot of books, and it is not an exaggeration to read more than 10,000 volumes. ”

Hearing Zhao Yuankui's praise, Zhao Ximo smiled silently, with a smug look on his face, but the performance was not obvious.

"Oh, your nephew said you read more than 10,000 books, but is there such a thing?"

"The specific number, the old man can't say, but it is said to be 10,000 volumes, but it's about the same", Zhao Ximo groaned for a while and said.

Huo Yuan could really see that this person was not lying, and he did read a lot.

"Then may I ask this benefactor, where are the ten thousand books you have read now?"

Zhao Ximo raised his hand and pointed to his head and said, "It's all here!", Huo Yuanzhen smiled: "Strange, I see that your head is not as big as a watermelon, how can it fit ten thousand books?

Hearing Huo Yuanzhen's words, Zhao Ximo was stunned for a moment, and thought about it for a long time, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense.

However, let him admit that he was persuaded by Huo Yuanzhen, he would not be reconciled, and still continued: "Your theory is ridiculous, I have read more than 10,000 volumes, but it is true, I have read a lot of books and five classics, hundreds of schools, and even Buddhist classics." ”

"The donor has also read Buddhist classics, great goodness, but I don't know what the donor's state of mind is?"

Zhao Ximo thought for a while and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "It's not that the old man is boasting, the old man's state of mind, maybe the abbot may not be able to reach it." ”

"Oh, in that case, the poor monk really wants to see and see. ”

Zhao Ximo stood up, came to Huo Yuanzhen's desk, and picked up a pen and paper.

"The old man won't say much, abbot, please take a look. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ximo quickly wrote a few sentences, and then handed them to Huo Yuanzhen.

Huo Yuanzhen took it and secretly praised it, this person's calligraphy is excellent, and this poem is also good.

"Outside the clouds, the sky is in the sky, the light is huge, the eight winds can't blow, and the purple golden lotus sits upright. ”

This poem is Zhao Ximo's boasting realm, the so-called eight winds, it refers to: "praise, ridicule, destruction, reputation, profit, decline, suffering, happiness and other eight realms, can affect people's emotions, so they become the eight winds."

Zhao Ximo thinks that he will not be affected by these eight winds, which shows that he thinks very highly.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled: "The benefactor's poems are really excellent, and they are rare not to be moved by the eight winds." ”

Zhao Ximo nodded and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Since the abbot thinks it is excellent, then give the old man's poem a comment." ”

"It's fine. ”

Huo Yuanzhen took the pen and paper, thought about it, raised his hand and wrote two big characters on it, and handed it to Zhao Ximo after writing.

When Zhao Ximo saw the results, he was immediately furious.

I saw that this abbot wrote the word "fart" directly next to his poem!

Zhao Ximo, who had never been insulted like this, had his eyes full of flames, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Monk, you are so bold, you don't agree with my realm cultivation, how can you insult me? If you don't give me an explanation, you will definitely demolish your broken temple today!"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Donor, aren't you known as the eight winds that can't blow, why is this fart stiff?"

Zhao Ximo opened his mouth twice, and instantly his face became a big red cloth, and he was ashamed.