The eight-fingered Buddha said: "Amitabha." ”

Wei Dao said: "So, we need your help to gain the absolute trust of the Zeng family and find out the secrets of the Zeng family." ”

The Eight-Fingered Buddha said: "If this secret is as we guessed, then the Three Realms will be destroyed. ”

Wei Dao said: "Sin, sin." ”

Cheng Liudao: "If I don't hurt Liu Nan, I will not hesitate to do it." for your life is also given by you. ”

Wei Dao said: "If there is any difficulty, I will not force it on you." ”

Cheng Liudao: "I promise." ”

Wei Dao said, "If you need our help, you can inform Amei." ”

Cheng Liudao: "Aunt Mei? Why don't you see her today? ”

At this moment, Liu Nan sent a message: "Are you up?" Aunt Mei and I had already picked up my grandfather at the airport. We will pick you up at Zhusheng Temple in a moment, and my grandfather will let us go to Huang Tingguan to eat Chinese food together, and visit Wei Daochang by the way. ”

Nariyu told the message to the Taoist and the Eight-Fingered Buddha. Wei Daochang said to the Eight-Fingered Buddha: "You can also stay and eat!" Meet the big guy together. ”

The eight-fingered Buddha replied, "The little monk obeys." ”

Chengliu was still pondering in shock, immortality, rebirth, mythology, these bridges that only exist in books, are so close to him. He felt that the Eight-Fingered Buddha and Wei Daochang were becoming more and more magical and strange. What kind of people are they? And Zeng Wrong, what is his purpose?

They drank tea and waited, the sun had risen to the top of the sky, the bamboo leaves outside the window had hung their heads, and the painting walls in the cloud pavilion had long been blank. The windows of the Cloud Pavilion were open, and there was no air conditioning inside, so although Chengliu was drinking hot tea, he felt extremely cool. Nanyue is always full of magical things.

Chengliu told Liu Nan that he had come to Huangtingguan with the Eight-Fingered Buddha. At noon, the Zeng family's three cars stopped in Huang Tingguan. Accompanied by Chengliu, Zeng and his party were led to a large tea room for reception. In the tea room, there is a six-foot ink plum presented by the eight-fingered Buddha, the flower color is elegant, the plum branches are vigorous, the momentum is striking but it is hearty. Wei Daochang and the Eight-Fingered Buddha have been waiting in the tea room for a long time. Wei Daochang sat in the master's seat, the eight-fingered Buddha sat on the left side of the tea table, Zeng Cuo sat in the center of the guest seat, Zeng Chen, Liu Nan, and Cheng Liu sat on Zeng Cuo's left and right, Aunt Mei stood behind Wei Daochang, and several bodyguards stood behind the guest seat.

Wei Daochang tinkered with the tea set and said to Zeng wrongly: "I have heard the name of Zeng Shanren for a long time, and today I finally see the true face." ”

Zeng mistakenly said: "Don't dare to be, I have a relationship with Xianguan, I remember that the last time I paid a visit was a few decades ago, and the Taoist chief at that time seemed to be surnamed Wei." ”

The Eight-Fingered Buddha said: "Old Daoist Wei has ascended with the Purple Void Yuanjun. ”

Wei Daochang looked kind and nodded to the Eight-Fingered Buddha.

Zeng mistakenly said: "I don't know what this senior monk is called?" ”

Wei Dao said: "The dry plum Zen master of Zhusheng Temple is known as the eight-fingered Buddha. ”

Zeng mistakenly said: "I have admired the name for a long time, the Buddha is great, admired by others, and admired by contemptible." I don't want to see each other here, there are rudeness, and I will come to the door to listen to the teachings another day. ”

The Eight-Fingered Buddha clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk does not dare, the world is famous, and the donor does not have to worry about it." ”

Zeng mistakenly said: "Listening to the master's accent, it should be from Hengyang." ”

Eight-fingered Buddha said: "The ancestral home is Hengyang Zhajiang." ”

Zeng thought for a while and said, "Zajiang? That's Xue Shuai's hometown. ”

Eight-fingered Buddha said: "The poor monk is the descendant of the Yangtze River sailor. ”

Zeng Cuo's eyes lit up and said: "Fate, the contemptible ancestor was also the Hunan army. He looked at a painting of Momei on the wall and said, "I remember that Xue Shuai only loved painting plums when he was alive." ”

The eight-fingered Buddha said: "His plum is just a hobby of letter pen graffiti, and it is difficult to be elegant." Cheng Liuzhi wondered why the humble Eight-Fingered Buddha would belittle the achievements of his ancestors so much.

I once mistakenly glanced at the inscription of the Momei map, which read the words "Dry Plum Old Monk", and knew that the painting on the wall was painted by the eight-fingered Buddha in front of him, which could be painted so exquisitely, and it was indeed much better than his ancestor Peng Yulin. So he was not surprised by the evaluation of the eight-fingered Buddha, and said: "I heard that he painted plums, not because he loves painting, but because of a love story that can be sung and cried." ”

The eight-fingered Buddha clasped his hands together and was silent. When they saw the severed fingers of his hands, they were all appalled.

Liu Nan, who was just beginning to fall in love, seemed to be very interested in this kind of thing, and asked in a somewhat excited tone: "Grandpa, what kind of love story is it?" Let's hear about it. ”

The eight-fingered Buddha closed his eyes, and his heart was stunned. Wei Daochang saw it and hurriedly said: "The story of the past, don't mention it." As she spoke, she distributed the tea in the fair cup to the guests one by one.

He mistakenly heard Wei Daochang's dissuasion, and saw the eight-fingered Buddha's melancholy face, so he thought that the story of love and love was not suitable to talk about in front of the monks, so he said to Liu Nan kindly: "I will give you the book "Zeng Guofan" when I go back, which records these stories, and the history of our Hunan army, you can also have a good understanding of it." ”

Liu Nan said whimfully: "Okay! ”

The Eight-Fingered Buddha heard Zeng mistakenly say the word "Zeng Guofan", so he asked: "Master Zeng, Di Weng is the person I admire the most, I don't know what your relationship with Lord Di Weng is?" ”

Zeng mistakenly said: "We can also be regarded as the descendants of Zengmen, when we participated in the fight for long hair, my ancestor was a close relative of Lord Zeng, and he served as a captain of the guards under the Nine Shuai." ”

The eight-fingered Buddha took a sip and said: "Zeng Laojiu, who kills people without blinking, is not loyal to the court, does not treat the people well, and ruins the wisdom of all Hunan troops. Not killing him is the only mistake in Lord Diweng's life! ”

Zeng misheard, his eyes became gloomy, and he almost wanted to get angry, but he still calmed down and said: "But the long hair was beaten down by him, and the fathers and elders in his hometown are very grateful for his generosity, and they hope that the master will show mercy." ”

But Zeng Confession on the side listened, but he couldn't help the anger in his chest, because among the Hunan army he knew, he only admired Zeng Jiushuai, and heard that his idol-like ancestors were so offended, so he took the case, pointed at the eight-fingered Buddha and scolded: "Dead thief bald, you don't respect your ancestors, even if you dare to be unreasonable to our ancestors, what are you?" At this moment, the bodyguards behind the guest also rushed to point at the eight-fingered Buddha and curse.

The eight-fingered Buddha changed his humility, glanced at Zeng Confession with a sharp gaze, and then glanced at the bodyguards on the side. This scene frightened Zeng Xin and quickly withdrew his fingers. Except for Daoist Wei present, everyone present was shocked by this divine skill.

Zeng mistakenly filmed the case, but instead of the eight-fingered Buddha, he pointed at the bodyguards and said angrily: "Where is your turn to make a mistake here?" Get out of here. ”

As soon as Zeng Cuo's words fell, the eight-fingered Buddha closed his eyes, and the flames on the index fingers of the bodyguards disappeared immediately, and even the pain disappeared together. Shocked, they reluctantly left the tea room.