"But if the endless variety of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes are sent down, causing the economy of Jiangnan County to collapse, and the people have no food to eat, and they can't live anymore, do you think they will still support Da Zhou? Don't wait for others to attack, you will be in chaos first. ”

Duanmu Nanfeng raised his glass as he spoke, and his face showed a look of worry that did not match his age.

"I didn't expect Nanfeng to be young, but you have this insight of worrying about the country and the people, which is really amazing." Xiao Chen clinked glasses with him slightly and drank them all.

"Brother Xiao, the first time you and I met, I told you these crazy things, and you won't laugh at the little brother for being crazy, right?" Duanmu South Wind Duct.

"No, I'm actually crazy, even crazier than you." Xiao Chen said with a smile.

"Who is crazy? Can you still be crazy and my monk! As he spoke, a fat monk walked out of the forest, and he didn't walk very fast, but suddenly he came to the pavilion.

But I saw that he had a fat head and big ears, a bad nose and a wide mouth, a pair of eyes like mung beans, thick broom eyebrows and a slanted face, and his face could be said to be extremely ugly.

A monk's robe full of patches was open, revealing a sweaty belly and a thick black hair on his chest.

"Master, you're here!" Duanmu Nanfeng was very happy to see him and got up to greet him.

"Last night, the wild cat barked all night outside the temple, and the monk couldn't sleep, and he just slept back to the cage, but you sent someone to disturb me!" The monk looked unhappy.

"It's Brother Xiao from the capital who is here, and I thought that except for you, the master, no one can accompany him, so I went to invite him...... Brother Xiao, this is Master Zhishen, on the Chicken Coop Mountain...... This meditation. ”

As soon as Xiao Chen saw this great monk, he was overwhelmed, isn't this the flower monk Lu Zhishen!

It's exactly the same as described in the novel, even the law name is the same!

"Oh, what are you Xiao Wucheng?" Monk Zhishen purred and rolled around with a pair of mung bean eyes, looking Xiao Chen up and down, but he didn't see the courtesy, and he didn't fit together, and he was really a rude monk!

"Shame is down." Xiao Chen said with a smile.

"Nanfeng, this baby said hello, Nanqiao's girl also praised you, and my monk's ears were peeled when I heard it! However, I look at it as an ordinary little eunuch, and I don't know where it is good! "Monk Zhishen's evaluation is too subjective.

"It's all the lifting of the concubine and the uncle of the country." Xiao Chen became more and more polite.

"The boy knows some etiquette." Monk Zhishen saw that Xiao Chen always kept his voice low and always smiled at his rudeness, so he also praised him with a very appreciative face.

"Master, please sit down, if you talk about madness, you are the best in the world!" Nanfeng Zhang Luo invited the two of them to sit down, and explained to Xiao Chen: "The master has always been so profligate, he is a person from outside the world, Brother Xiao, you must not be strange." ”

"I like to talk like that." Xiao Chen really didn't mind, but felt that this monk was really temperamental.

"No wonder their young brother and sister praise you, you kid is really interesting, I heard that you are good at writing? Write a poem and listen to it. Monk Zhishen smiled again, but he was also very charming.

"Please also ask the master to propose." Xiao Chen and Duanmu Nanqiao had a very happy conversation, and they were happy, so they drank a few more glasses, and they were already slightly drunk at this moment.

When I saw such a fun and interesting monk again, I was also interested, and I wanted to recite poetry.

"Let's take the word spring as the theme." Monk Zhishen said casually.

"Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, water village mountain Guo wine flag wind, four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain!"

Xiao Chen casually opened his mouth, and it was a quatrain for the ages.

"Good, good!" Duanmu Nanfeng was stunned.

"Amitabha!" Monk Zhishen was shocked, and finally recited a Buddha name, "It's a good poem!" ”

"In the next sacrifice of ugliness, just to throw bricks and jade, and ask the master to give advice." Xiao Chen said.

"Huh? This and this...... The poor monks are not very proficient in poetry. Monk Zhishen was shocked to hear this, and when he was embarrassed, he scratched his bald head and looked embarrassed.

"Hahaha, master, you let Brother Xiao compose a poem, Brother Xiao did it without saying a word, and with affection and reason, you should also have a song, otherwise it will be too much!" Duanmu south wind is unsupportable.

"And yet...... Let the poor monk ponder. Master Zhishen's big face was flushed.

Got up and walked around the pavilion with his hands behind his back, a pair of broom eyebrows tightly locked, and a word in his mouth, obviously searching his intestines and scraping his stomach.

Suddenly I stomped my foot and screamed!

The two of them were startled, and hurriedly listened to them.

"Spring calls cats and cats call spring, and the more he screams, the more energetic he becomes!" Monk Zhishen shook his head and chanted, it was normal to listen to these two sentences, but he didn't know that there would be surprises in the next two sentences.

"The poor monk also has the intention of a cat, and he doesn't dare to bark in front of people!"

Poof! Duanmu Nanfeng just took a sip of wine into his mouth, and before he could swallow it, he was shocked to hear the witty sentence and squirted it out directly!

Xiao Chen's tears of laughter spurted out!

Sure enough, it is a swan song for the ages, and the little brother is willing to bow down!

Both of them laughed and couldn't speak, and gave a thumbs up to Monk Zhishen together.

"Amitabha, I'll just see it." Monk Zhishen smiled shyly.

put the monk's quatrain under the wine, and the three of them drank several glasses in a row!

Straight to the point.

"Master, sister has a letter, I want you to help Brother Xiao take a look at his face, she has always suspected that Brother Xiao is not a person in the world, but a heavenly immortal." Duanmu Nanfeng is a serious way.

It turned out that the so-called monk he called just now was this Zhishen monk.

"Hehe, you two sisters and brothers are very eventful, which can be counted, but if you calculate something earth-shattering, what should you do?" Monk Zhishen said lightly.

What do you mean?

Xiao Chen and Duanmu looked at each other.

"I don't think it's as good as the big guys pretending to be confused!" Monk Zhishen sighed, picked up a glass of wine and drank it dry, the expression on his face was unfathomable.

"It turns out that the master is really good at fortune telling? Then I must ask for advice today...... But I don't want to be a fool. Xiao Chen suspected that he was pretending.

"You are brilliant in literature and smart, why don't you understand the truth that is rare and confused?" Master Zhishen stared into Xiao Chen's eyes, as if he had seen the depths of his heart.

"Please advise." Xiao Chen insisted.

"Well, in the final analysis, it is fate that you and I will meet each other, if we don't see each other today, we will see you tomorrow, and we will see each other frankly sooner or later." Monk Zhishen sighed again.

Said slowly: "The eyes are lost, the heart is lost, the east dragon is white and the west dragon is raining." ”

What does that mean?

Is it a poem or a verse or a proposition?

"Hitting the bell and drinking is sorrowful, and the blue fire blows the nest!"

This sentence is slightly obscure, and it feels esoteric.

"There is no one in the sky for eternity, and the remnant stars break the moon and open the sky."

Duanmu Nanfeng understood this sentence, and couldn't help but gasp.

Forget about the sky and the eternal black, what is the remnant star breaking the moon and opening the sky?

A proper anti-poem.

Master, you're not a fortune teller, it's a terrible thing!

Xiao Chen was a chrysanthemum, and his back was cold.

The heart says!

This crazy monk can't really tell fortunes, right?