Chapter 11 Practice

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a large number of believers burn incense and worship the Buddha.

Zhang Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, came to stand in front of the Buddha, closed his eyes and mouth, and seemed to be chanting scriptures.

"Master, my old lady has died of illness, and I want to invite a high-ranking monk to my home to do things, please help!" A middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper quietly stuffed a fat acquaintance with some broken silver.

"This ...... Okay! I'm just going to pull down the skin and ask for an uncle who is strong in Buddhism for my husband. Fat Zhike said.

"Thank you so much, master!" said the butler with a grateful fist.

Zhang Feng's eyes suddenly opened, glanced at the housekeeper and then walked over. He was waiting for this kind of person in this hall of the Great Majesty.

"Ahem!" Zhang Feng pretended to cough, attracting the attention of the two.

Zhike was suddenly startled, and his hand quickly retracted as if he had been electrocuted, but when he saw Zhang Feng, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, it turned out to be Senior Brother Xuyun, Senior Brother I only appeared at this time, I really should be beaten!" This acquaintance stretched out his fleshy palm, smiled and gently patted his fat face. The monks in the Shaolin Temple all know that this little monk of Xuyun is very good and easy to get along with, and everyone jokes with him.

"Don't be weird, by the way, I just heard that you are looking for a senior monk to do things?" Zhang Feng asked knowingly.

"It's extreme, it's extreme! It's hard for the senior brother to want to make a move. Fat Zhike nodded and said.

"Do you think I can do it?" Zhang Feng glanced at the fat man angrily, he was only thirteen years old, even if others wanted to invite him, the monks of Shaolin Temple would not agree, and he had never learned how to do things.

"When it comes to Buddhism, who is better than the ancestors of the Xuanzi generation. However, most of the ancestors of the Xuanzi generation were in retreat and specialized in Buddhism, so it was difficult to invite them. Zhang Feng paused and continued: "And among the Hui generations, if you want to talk about Buddhism, the family teacher is the best among them, of course, I don't know if the master and his old man will agree!"

This fat man's heart is bright, and when he sees Zhang Feng say this, he naturally won't dismantle his platform. patted his head lightly, and said with some annoyance: "Look at me, how did you forget Master Hui'an, who in the temple doesn't know that Master Hui'an's Buddhism is strong." If he does things to save his soul, he will guarantee a good birth in the next life. ”

Zhang Feng and the fat man asked and answered, and the housekeeper's eyes suddenly lit up, grabbed Zhang Feng's hand, and said, "Little brother, can you be grateful for introducing the commander below?"

"Hmph, donor, do you know that your behavior has insulted the poor monk's personality?" Zhang Feng put the silver back into the butler's hand, his face sank.

The key looked at Zhang Feng seriously to confirm that he was not pretending to be posturing, and then said with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, little master, it's the fault of the bottom, the fault of the bottom." "Seeing that Zhang Feng was not moved in front of money, he secretly sighed in his heart, 'This is the real master', the more I look forward to Zhang Feng's master.

The housekeeper was easy to talk about, and the fat man knew the guest beside him to persuade him, Zhang Feng's face softened a little, and said: "The monks are merciful, and it is a good thing to save the soul, and my master has no reason to refuse!"

"Master, someone is looking for you outside. Zhang Feng walked into the meditation room and said to Hui An.

Hui An nodded and walked out.

"Poor monk Hui'an, I don't know what this benefactor is doing with the poor monk?"

"That's the case, the old lady passed away in the lower mansion, and wanted to invite the eminent monks to the mansion to practice. I talked a few words with Master Xuyun in the Daxiong Treasure Hall before, but now he talks extraordinarily and has profound Buddhism. I admired Master Xuyun in my heart, but I admired the master even more. And Master Xuyun said that the master's Buddhism is profound and compassionate, which is why ...... That's why I want to invite the master to the mansion!" The housekeeper picked out the good ones and said that he also brought a high hat to Hui'an.

Everyone likes to hear good words, and Hui'an is no exception.

Hui An was ready to refuse after listening to his previous words, and there was a special person in charge of doing things. But what kind of Dharma is profound and compassionate, if I refuse, wouldn't it mean that I am not good in Buddhism? There is no compassion in my heart? So I nodded my head with a strange face.

Zhang Feng quietly gave Feng Lin a look.

"Master, if you want to do something, can you take us with you, we can also see and understand. Feng Lin said understandingly.

"Your homework...... Well, if you are not a teacher, you can't calm down with your naughty nature. Hui An nodded and agreed. The Feng brothers are not like Zhang Feng, and their youthful nature will naturally not be so easy to erase.

"Master, when are we leaving?" Although the butler was anxious, he did not dare to urge the enlightened monk in front of him.

"The poor monk still has to arrange things, how about leaving tomorrow morning?" Although Hui An was asking the housekeeper, his tone was unquestionable, after all, he still had some anger in his heart, and the housekeeper had spoken to him before.

In the evening, Zhang Feng called the Feng brothers to the open place in the back mountain, and said, "I don't plan to come back if I leave tomorrow." His eyes were silently fixed on the two brothers.

"Our brothers have long sworn to follow Brother Feng to the death, and we will go wherever Brother Feng goes!" Feng Lin said resolutely.

"My brother is right. Feng Shan nodded.

Zhang Feng's face was a little good-looking, and said, "Since you follow me, then you must be mentally prepared, tomorrow in Shaolin Temple, I will teach six guys a lesson!" Zhang Feng looked at the Feng brothers indifferently.

"Teach the six people, no problem!" Feng Shan patted his chest, not ambiguous at all.

"What about you?" Zhang Feng looked at Feng Lin and said coldly.

", even if Brother Feng asks me to kill someone, I will do it, and I will never be soft. Feng Lin nodded heavily.

"Okay!" Zhang Feng suddenly showed a smile.

"Brother Feng, who are we going to teach tomorrow, and how did they offend you?" Feng Lin asked suspiciously. has been in Shaolin Temple for so many years, but he doesn't know who has offended Zhang Feng, and there are so many people.

"There's nothing to show off, just don't say it!" Zhang Feng squinted his eyes and said with a smile.

"Alright, now I'm going to start talking about my plans. Don't eat two steamed buns at breakfast tomorrow. So the three of us together are six, and then I'll put the drug in and give it to the six people. Zhang Feng said.

"Didn't they offend you? Will they eat it?" Feng Lin said.

"Don't worry, they'll eat it, but I'm not sure every single one of them will. If three people eat it, then our plan is almost successful. Zhang Feng said.

"Why?" Feng Shan asked.

"The three of us each made a piece of cloth, and I poured the drug on it, and if anyone didn't eat it, I would secretly cover their mouths and noses with the cloth, and they would faint before they could breathe. Zhang Feng said.

"No problem!" Brother Feng nodded, it was not a murder, what dare not.

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