The sword and the beads are entangled, indistinguishable from each other. The Taoist priest and the monk were also in a stalemate with each other, not moving.

Zhao Rang watched this scene with interest, the two started abruptly and ended abruptly.

There are many things in the world that start inexplicably, but they don't end inexplicably.

"Okay, I'll throw in the towel."

As soon as the Taoist priest's voice fell, the Buddha beads also vented their strength and relaxed.

The Taoist priest returned the sword into the sheath, and the Buddhist beads were also re-worn by the monk around his neck.

"Amitabha, it's the poor monk who lost."

The Taoist priest waved his hand, still trying to argue something, but the monk continued:

"If you're not angry, why don't you find an outsider to judge? The authorities are fascinated, and we don't even count. ”

The Taoist priest nodded and said:

"Good idea. But Lao Zhang is not there, and all the good players on the first floor have been taken out by him, who else can he find? ”【1】

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The monk clasped his hands together in front of his chest, then separated his right hand, led to Zhao Rang's side, and said:

"This young benefactor has been watching it for a long time, why don't you ask him to comment?"

The Taoist priest didn't look at it, only twisted the beard on his chin, and said:

"Yes, you can. But I still have some personal affairs with this young man, and I have to ask you to invite it, otherwise it will be unfair! ”

Buddha has never had a reason to refuse. Monks cultivating Buddha are naturally the same.

I saw the monk bowing his head lightly at the Taoist priest, and then the monk's robe shook.

Zhao Rang felt that his eyes were in a trance, and the monk actually stood in front of him half a zhang, recited Amitabha, and then folded his hands and saluted him, and then said politely:

"If the donor wishes, just go out the window. If you don't want to, just close the window. ”

Zhao Rang said with a smile:

"Do you monks talk like that?"

The monk explained:

"A monk never makes it difficult for others. At least that's the case with the little monks. ”

Zhao Rang asked again:

"If I really don't want to close the window, you won't blame me?"

The monk shook his head and said:

"The little monk came to bother the donor, and he was already very guilty in his heart. How dare you renew your hatred? ”

Zhao Rang sighed and said:

"Even if you tell the truth, but you don't get angry, the Taoist priest doesn't necessarily."

Zhao Rang said, jumped lightly, and climbed over the window.

"Amitabha, thank you! The benefactor is a great good man! ”

Zhao Rang slandered: "This monk said that he would not blame, but as soon as I came out, I said that I was a great good." If I don't come out, won't I become a great evil? What is never strong...... It's all! ”

The monk led Zhao Rang through the verandah, came to the center of the courtyard, and said:

"Please also ask the donor to make a judgment, who will lose and who will win the monk and the Taoist priest."

The Taoist priest looked at Zhao Rang with burning eyes, as if he was extremely eager to make him say that he had lost.

Zhao Rang was not so stupid, he asked sharply:

"You're a monk, you believe in Buddhism, right? You're a Taoist, you're a cultivator, right? ”

Both the monk and the Taoist priest nodded.

This was an obvious thing, and the two of them didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Rang's question.

"If a person who cultivates the Buddha wins or loses a battle with others, will the Buddha be happy? Cultivators are the same, Dao Ancestor didn't say that you should benefit all things without fighting, isn't it wrong for you to do this? If you want me to say, you both lost! No one won! ”

After Zhao Rang finished speaking, the Taoist priest's eyes widened, his mouth was wide open, and he was choked so that he couldn't say a word.

On the contrary, the monk was more open-minded, and a look of shame immediately appeared on his face, and he said:

"What the donor said is very ...... It's because the little monk doesn't practice enough, and he reads all the scriptures on his lips and doesn't read them in his heart. Today, the donor will appoint, and in the future, I will work hard to practice, stick to Zen, and no longer go-for-tat with others, and talk about winning and losing. ”

After the monk finished speaking, the Taoist priest's open mouth also closed.

Although the two believe in different things, all the laws come together, whether it is the Buddha or the Taoist ancestor, and they have never made people brave and ruthless.

"Zhao Boyi's son is really not ordinary!"

The Taoist priest said with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Boyi is the name of Zhao Rang's father, and Zhao Rang asked in surprise:

"Does the Taoist know my father?"

The Taoist priest replied:

"Very familiar."

Zhao Rang listened to his tone, and felt that there must be a lot of stories within this very familiar area, and it was definitely not as simple as a general acquaintance. Thinking that he was still carrying an unclear murder case on his body, and seeing that since this Taoist priest could draw his sword casually in the first floor, he must be in a transcendent position, so he thought of using him to mediate a thing or two, at least don't lock himself in a golden wire cage like a thrush.

When I was lying on the chaise longue before, I certainly felt very comfortable. But the comfort of being restricted in freedom, in the final analysis, is still to build the stairs for yourself, where is it better to be chic and comfortable outside?

As a result, before he could say anything, the Taoist priest preemptively said:

"I know about you, but I can't intervene. You were able to say guilty about this monk in just a few words, which shows that you are a transparent person. ”

Zhao Rang smiled bitterly:

"The master said that he only recited the scriptures on his lips, but why didn't I just say it on my lips? If I can think of a beautiful way in my heart, I won't be in a hurry! ”

After hearing this, the Taoist priest not only refutated, but nodded approvingly and said:

"It's not only transparent, it's honest. But I still can't help you, I'm going to pay you a lot here! ”

Zhao Rang didn't mean to blame at all, shook his head and said:

"The Taoist is polite."

Zhao Rang remembered that the Taoist priest said that he had a private matter to look for him.

Of course, private matters can only be said in private, and more than two people are not considered private.

There was also an extra monk here, which was certainly inconvenient, so he bowed, turned around and prepared to go back to the house, and continue to lie on the comfortable chaise longue.

Zhao Rang, who turned around, didn't see the surprised expressions of the Taoist priest and monk behind him. They thought that even if they couldn't speak for Zhao Rang, Zhao Rang would definitely greet them for a while with the courtesy of juniors. I didn't expect him to be so neat and didn't drag it out at all.

"Why doesn't the donor ask me?"

The monk's voice came from behind.

Zhao Rang stood still and turned his head, and asked rhetorically:

"What do you mean, Master?"

monk says:

"I also know the donor's father, why doesn't the donor ask the monk?"

Zhao Rang smiled lightly:

"They didn't throw me in prison, and I knew there was a lot of room for it. It's so comfortable in the house, it's nothing to stay two more days! ”

The monk chanted a Buddha name and said:

The donor knew it. Please also ask the donor to go to the little monk's room, and the little monk is willing to personally serve tea to the donor! ”

Zhao Rang thought about it, and he would sit idle when he went back to the house. It's better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone, especially these two people are extraordinary when they look at it.

What Zhao Rang didn't expect was that the monk's house was next door to him, and he and the monk turned out to be neighbors.

Fortunately, he didn't toss around in the house for any strange things, otherwise it would be embarrassing for the monk to hear that he still knew his father.

There was no chaise longue in the monk's house, nor was there a stove lit with olive pit charcoal and cloud mountain tea.

There was only a table, a plain white tea set and four futons, but there was not even a bed.

Zhao Rang was very curious about how he slept at night, but remembered that when he first entered the Western Regions with the Admiralty Dart Bureau, he was so sleepy that he could even sleep on a wooden box containing gold and silver, and it was not difficult to sleep on the flat floor. What's more, this monk's martial arts cultivation is not low, maybe he just needs to sit there and adjust his luck.

The three took off their shoes and knelt on the futon.

An Taoist was very used to it, but this posture made it difficult for Zhao Rang to sit still.

He estimated that he would feel numb in his legs before the tea was ready.

When making tea and drinking tea, it stands to reason that you are not allowed to speak.

Zhao Rang knows this rule.

But when the monk brewed tea, it was like opening a conversation. Holding the teapot in his hand, he went from the spout to the handle, and even the droplets that fell on the table when boiling water had to be judged. and the old and serious masters before, they are like two people.

"Don't be surprised, monks drink tea just like we drink. The more we drank, the more we talked, and he started by making tea, and he talked a lot. ”

The Taoist priest explained.

"How does the Taoist know that I drink?"

"Because you are Zhao Boyi's son."

"But my dad doesn't drink much?"

"That's because you haven't seen him drinking."

Zhao Rang is considered an old man, and when he is counted, Zhao Boyi is already middle-aged. At most, he drank a few glasses of wine as the head of the family at the May Festival, August Festival, and the Spring Festival, and Zhao Rang never saw him take the initiative to drink at other times.

However, since this Taoist priest said that he was very familiar with his father, he must have been together when he was young.

"Dare to ask the ...... of the question"

Zhao Rang found that the monk was talking to himself, completely immersed in his own world, and did not need to be echoed by others at all, so he concentrated on chatting with the Taoist priest, and by the way, he also wanted to inquire about his father's youth.

"Haven't you seen it yet?"

The Taoist priest's sword was laid flat on the table, and the jade-colored crane hanging from the hilt of the sword hung to the side, shaking slightly.

"White Crane Mountain!"

Zhao Rang said.

He had a relationship with Xuan Lingzi of Baihe Mountain. At that time, Zhao Rang still had a good impression of this Taoist who had a clear love and hate, but it was also embarrassing that he died tragically in the hands of Hong Jiang in the end.

"Xuan Lingzi is under the junior brother. I, a junior brother, have not been determined enough to learn the Tao since I was a child, and I am not patient enough to cultivate martial arts. In Baihe Mountain, they all have seniority and seniority, so they can be responsible for some unimportant sundries. This time Lu Zu ceremony, he was also noisy and had to go. Alas...... It's also my fault, knowing that his strength is not good, and he wants to go to such a chaotic place in the Western Regions, he still agreed. originally thought that there was a Golden Bell Dart Bureau, and there was also the head of Jin Sanliang, the head of the dart, so it should be fine...... Alas! ”

In just a few words, the Taoist priest sighed twice.

"Xuan Lingzi blames him for exaggeration, he is so happy, he is to blame, it has nothing to do with you, but you don't have to worry about being contaminated with cause and effect!"

At the end, the Taoist priest added another sentence.

Zhao Rang knew that Xuan Lingzi was the person with the highest rank in Baihe Mountain, except for those "old immortals" who did not leave the cave.

This Taoist priest said that he was the senior brother of Xuan Lingzi, and then looked at the jade-colored crane hanging on his sword, the more he looked at it, the more it looked like a token of the White Crane Mountain Palm Sect.

"Stinky monk, did you talk too much when you were making tea, and the spittle Xingzi flew in? Why does this tea taste so strange? ”