When Zhao Zirat returned to Chen Sanxian's side again, Chen Sanxian was drinking wine in the house, his eyebrows fluttering.

"Second Young Master. Zhao Zimouse looked at Chen Sanxian, who was slightly drunk, and said softly.

"Hmm, little mouse, you're back, come and sit down. Chen Sanxian glanced up at Zhao Zirat and said drunkenly.

Zhao Zirat nodded immediately after hearing Chen Sanxian's words and sat next to Chen Sanxian.

"Little mouse, let me ask you. Chen Sanxian felt that Zhao Zirat had already sat beside him and spoke.

"Second Young Master, you said. Zhao Zimouse replied.

"I've lived two lives, why can't I understand this life and death?" Chen Sanxian asked softly.

"The second young master can't see through it, and my little mouse naturally can't see through it. Zhao Zimouse shook his head and said.

"Why are you so stupid? Obviously, life and death don't need to be understood. I'm alive now, but I'm dead a long time ago. Chen Sanxian listened to Zhao Zirat's answer and said very dissatisfied.

"Second Young Master, you are drunk. Zhao Zirat listened to Chen Sanxian's words, and his heart was a little depressed, so he could only say like this.

"Did you drink too much?" Chen Sanxian easily slammed the wine jar in his hand against the wall, and the wine jar immediately fell apart, and the wine splashed on Zhao Zimo's sleeve.

Zhao Zirat looked at Chen Sanxian, who was a little moody, and felt a little comfortable in his heart. After all, he has been with Chen Sanxian for nearly forty years.

The green wine in Miyang County was not intoxicating, but Chen Sanxian was indeed drunk. The drunk confusion is also drunk thoroughly.

"Little mouse, bring pen and ink!" Chen Sanxian staggered to his feet and shouted loudly.

Zhao Zimouse replied and found pen and ink for Chen Sanxian.

Chen Sanxian took the pen and ink and put it on the table. Then he crouched on the ground, picked up the fragments of the broken jar, and put a little of the wine in it into his throat.

Then he took the pen dipped in ink and waved it on the white wall.

Duan Ying, who followed Chen Sanxian's roar and went out, came to Chen Sanxian's room, and when she saw that the door was open, she walked in directly.

When she walked in, she saw Chen Sanxian splashing ink, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced. Zhao Zirat stood on the left and right. It didn't take long to complete the danqing and the inscription.

Chen Sanxian painted a Buddha statue. But Duan Ying looked closely, and it was not a Buddha statue. Sitting on the lotus of the Buddha in the posture of a Buddha, with a green face and fangs but compassion in his eyes. On the rosette, the robe is half draped. Under the rosette, blood flowed and the pestle flowed. The severed limbs and stumps were reflected on the white wall into Duan Ying's heart.

But when Aunt Duan Ying met the eyes of the blue-faced and fanged man on the lotus seat, the depression and irritability in her heart were all calm.

The rosette and the robe are not worthy of the man with the green face and the fangs, and the man with the green face and the fangs are not worthy of the eyes of mercy and mercy, and the eyes of mercy and mercy are not worthy of the blood and pestle under the rosette.

After watching it for a long time, Duan Ying came back to her senses from the picture. At this time, Chen Sanxian had also finished the inscription.

I saw it written on the white wall:

The Golden Buddha came from Anta West, passing through the dust and haze.

The white-haired boy is dressed in snow, and his ugly robe is upstairs.

There was a Nine Heavens Ambition, and he could swallow his anger.

The ancient temple of Jialan is recited daily, and the green light is often accompanied by white sideburns.

There is a certain number of immortals, and there is no need for a chance to become a Buddha.

Everyone is envious, and everything is illusory and ghostly.

Whoever says that people are determined and unpredictable, and animals will never repay their kindness.

Perhaps the dust covers the eyes of the Buddha, and the love and filth are opened.

It is difficult to fix your eyes on the sage.

Familiar with the principles of creation and transformation, but not clear about the meaning of reincarnation.

When the tiger is thrown at the mouth of the river, the night bridge maple fire dreams of Qinhuai.

The baby warbler on both sides of the river is white willow embankment, and it is not surprising that it is magnificent.

The sky is the tongue of the teeth, and the taste knows the great week.

Ten thousand dynasties have no aspiration to ascend, and naturally rebellion is to kill.

Some people cover the spring peach in the bamboo forest, and the autumn water enters the eyes and flows.

I have never been lovesick to Biqiu, but there is a soft intestine to reach the city.

Wanjin became the foundation of the country, and took two taels as a matchmaker.

I don't know who is tired of whispering, raise my eyes and look at the marquee.

drove the young wife and brother to Changgao, and a cup of herbal tea beheaded the rape.

Maybe he will climb to the dome one day, draw his sword and lean on the sky and be proud.

Wake up tonight and know where to go, cause and effect in the funeral of the sin.

I don't know why Lingming is a Buddha, but now I am looking for my own chance.

The green face has never painted fangs, and the pen is half self-contained.

The eyes are immersed in bliss, and the world is seen with compassion and compassion.

In the robe on the lotus seat, there is no virtue, no heart, no sorrow and joy.

What does the fangs have to do with the eyes when they eat the meat of the donor?

The corpse is hidden under the rosette, and the sea of blood is self-inflicted.

People with lofty ideals should be robbed, leaving the Buddha swear feelings.

I have compassion to comfort the wind and dust, and you redeem people from incense.

This Buddha may have evil thoughts, but all sentient beings have good karma.

At the beginning of good karma, evil thoughts come out, and the people are not afraid to look up to goodness.

There are no good or bad people in the Buddha, and the idealistic mind is the way back.

From the beginning to the end, Ying didn't understand what Chen Sanxian's bullshit words meant. Maybe this is not an inscription anymore, it is completely random and written as you like.

Duan Ying just wanted to ask Chen Sanxian what he meant by what he wrote, but he saw Chen Sanxian sitting at the table with a rather empty expression.

"What's wrong with him?" Duan Ying wanted to ask Chen Sanxian directly, but seeing Chen Sanxian like this, she could only ask Zhao Zirat out loud.

"Second Young Master, it's nothing. Just drunk. Zhao Zimouse shook his head, "Miss Duan, you should rest early, it's too late." ”

Duan Ying nodded, she knew that since Zhao Zimouse said this, she would definitely not ask anything else. So she walked out.

But before leaving, she still glanced at Chen Sanxian, today's Chen Sanxian is different from the past.

He has seen three Chen Sanxian, one is Chen Sanxian who had a smiling face no matter what, one is Chen Sanxian, who is the most human-like in Guazhou, and finally Chen Sanxian, who wrote a bullshit poem after getting drunk.

Which is the real Chen Sanxian? Duan Ying actually didn't know. But the only thing she knew was that she should be sleepless tonight.

The next morning, when Duan Ying opened the door with a tired face, Chen Sanxian's smiling face came into view again.

"What the hell are you doing, say something quickly!" Duan Ying, who had been sleepless all night, said angrily when she saw Chen Sanxian again.

"Pack up, we're about to leave Miyang County. Chen Sanxian smiled and said to Duan Ying.

"Leaving so soon?" Duan Ying said with a look of surprise upon hearing this.

"That's right, otherwise what are you doing here?" Chen Sanxian nodded thoughtfully.

"Can you leave again tomorrow, let me get a good night's sleep. Duan Ying looked at Chen Sanxian's eyes and said with some pleading.

"Well, it's up to you. Anyway, I knew the news of your father before I was going to leave. Since you're not in a hurry, I won't worry about it. Chen Sanxian said with an indifferent face.

"Chen!Three!Xian! I'll go! Can't I go!Let's go now!" Duan Ying knew that Chen Sanxian was deliberately disgusting herself, but as soon as she heard that it was related to her father, she couldn't shirk it, so she could only grit her teeth and say this.

"Don't force yourself, if you really don't want to go, it's okay. Chen Sanxian said in a long voice.

"Let's go, let's go now!, you're so annoying!" Duan Ying said as she slammed the door shut.

Chen Sanxian was also cunning when he saw Duan Ying's appearance, and he was ready to go downstairs for breakfast.

As soon as he arrived downstairs, Chen Sanxian saw Zhao Zirat talking to someone. When he walked in, he saw that this person was Song Xuan, who had been with them all the way.

"Yo, this Daoist. I don't know what to do with us. Chen Sanxian saw Song Xuan and greeted him directly.

"It turned out to be Chen Gongzi, and Poor Dao came here today to see Miss Duan. Song Xuan saw Chen Sanxian smiled and asked.

"What can be seen?" Chen Sanxian said directly when he heard Song Xuan's words.

"Since I saw Miss Duan, I must have something important to tell Miss Duan in person. Song Xuan smiled slightly.

"I have to say it myself, who knows what the hell you are up to?" Chen Sanxian said with a cold snort.

Chen Gongzi said with a smile, no matter what, he still had to thank Chen Gongzi for everything he had done to the Daomen. Song Xuan looked at Chen Sanxian and suddenly said.

"I can't imagine that you are still from the Daomen, which ancestor are you?" Chen Sanxian suddenly asked when he heard Song Xuan's words.

"Ancestor can't talk about it, it's just an idler. Song Xuan shook his head and said.

"It's not necessarily an idler. Chen Sanxian's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he said softly.

"Maybe it's not an idler. Song Xuan said and went upstairs.

"Second young master, this person is a little weird. Zhao Zimouse looked at Song Xuan's figure going upstairs and said with a frown.

"Is it weird? I kind of know who he is. Chen Sanxian shook his head and said after listening to Zhao Zimo's words.

"Little Er, bring me an altar of green wine. After Chen Sanxian finished speaking, he sat down directly and said to Xiao Er.

"Come on, this master!"

Han Kyoto, inside the mansion of Yingbiqiu.

Ying Biqiu was drinking tea and discussing with an old monk who looked like a monk.

"What Ying Xiang said is very good, and the poor monk has his own understanding when he hears this. The old monk spoke softly and said in a Zen manner.

"What's the matter? I have been a monk for a few years, and I really think of myself as a holy monk?" Ying Biqiu said after taking a sip of tea without even looking at the old monk.

"The heart is to the Buddha, and naturally there are Buddhas everywhere. The old monk did not directly answer Ying Biqiu's words, but said so.

"You've grown a lot in Tai Chi. Ying Biqiu snorted coldly, "You should know, if you still can't replace Hua Ting, then there is no need for you or you to exist." ”

"Everything has its own numbers. The old monk closed his eyes and his tone was a little desolate.

"A definite number, if there is a definite number, I am the only variable. Ying Biqiu said while pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Amitabha. The old monk listened to Ying Biqiu's words, recited the Dharma, and stopped talking.

Ying Biqiu didn't continue to say anything, then, an official and a monk sat opposite each other, the breeze in front of the court was blowing, and the tea on the table was rising, and it seemed that there was only a little less tranquility and Zen machine that should have been.