"But if the endless exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes are imposed, causing the economy of Jiangnan County to collapse, and the people have no food to eat and cannot survive, do you think they will support the Zhou Dynasty? Don't wait for others to attack, just do it yourself
It’s chaos first.”
Duanmu Nanfeng raised his glass after speaking, with a look of worry on his face that did not match his age.
"I didn't expect that Nanfeng, you are so young, but you have such insight into caring about the country and the people. It's really amazing." Xiao Chen clinked his glass with him and drank it down in one gulp.
"Brother Xiao, even if I told you these crazy things when we first met, you wouldn't laugh at me for being crazy, right?" Duanmu Nanfeng said.
"No, actually I'm even crazier than you when I'm crazy." Xiao Chen said with a smile.
"Who is crazy? How can anyone be more crazy than me, monk!" Following the voice, a fat monk walked out of the forest. It seemed that he was not walking very fast, but he suddenly arrived in the pavilion.
But I saw that he had a fat head, big ears, a bad nose and a wide mouth, a pair of eyes like mung beans, and thick broom eyebrows that drooped down his face. His appearance could be said to be extremely ugly.
A monk's robe covered with patches was opened, revealing his sweaty belly and a patch of thick black hair on his chest.
"Master, you are here!" Duanmu Nanfeng was very happy to see him and stood up to greet him.
"Last night a wild cat barked outside the temple all night long, causing the monk to toss and turn and unable to sleep. I just got back to sleep, but you sent someone to disturb me again!" The monk looked unhappy.
"Brother Xiao from the capital is here. I thought that no one could accompany him except you, the master, so I went to invite you...Brother Xiao, this is Master Zhishen, on Jilong Mountain...this
Practice Zen.”
Xiao Chen fell in love with this great monk when he saw him. Isn't this the flower monk Lu Zhishen?
It’s exactly the same as described in the novel, even the name is the same!
"Oh, are you that Xiao Wucheng?" Monk Zhishen's mung bean eyes were darting around, and he looked Xiao Chen up and down without showing any courtesy or folding his hands. He was indeed such a rude monk!
"I'm ashamed of myself." Xiao Chen said with a smile.
"That boy Nanfeng said good things to you, and that girl Nan Qiao also said good things to you, which made my monk's ears peel when he heard it! But I think he's just an ordinary little eunuch, and he's not that good at all!" Monk Zhishen said.
The evaluation is too subjective.
"It's all thanks to the noble concubine and the uncle." Xiao Chen became more and more polite.
"Young man knows some etiquette." Monk Zhishen saw that Xiao Chen was always groveling and always smiling in response to his rudeness, so he complimented him favorably.
"Master, please sit down quickly. When it comes to madness, you are the best in the world!" Nanfeng invited the two of them to sit down, and then explained to Xiao Chen: "Master has always been so wild, he is an outsider, Brother Xiao
You must not be offended."
"I like talking like this." Xiao Chen really didn't mind, but felt that this monk was really serious.
"No wonder they both praise you. You are really knowledgeable. I heard that you have good literary talent. Come and write a poem and listen to it." Monk Zhishen smiled appreciatively, and he was very charming.
"Master, please give me a proposal." Xiao Chen and Duanmu Nanqiao had a great conversation, and he felt happy, so he drank a few more drinks, and now he was slightly drunk.
Seeing such a fun and interesting monk again, I became interested and wanted to recite poems to amuse myself.
"Let's take the word spring as the title." Monk Zhishen said casually.
"Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers, there are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are so many towers in the mist and rain!"
When Xiao Chen opened his mouth casually, he would say an eternal quatrain.
"Okay, okay!" Duanmu Nanfeng exclaimed.
"Amitabha!" Monk Zhishen was shocked and finally recited a Buddha's name, "What a good poem!"
"I'm showing off my ugliness just to attract others. I also ask the master to give me some advice." Xiao Chen said.
"Ah? This... this poor monk is not very proficient in poetry." Monk Zhishen was shocked when he heard this and became embarrassed. He scratched his bald head and looked embarrassed.
"Hahaha, Master, you asked Brother Xiao to compose a poem, and Brother Xiao did it without saying a word. You should also harmonize with emotion and reason, otherwise it would be too much!" Duanmu Nanfeng was overjoyed.
"However... let the poor monk think carefully." Master Zhishen's big face turned red.
He stood up and walked back and forth in the pavilion with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed and his mouth muttering something, obviously searching his intestines and stomach.
Suddenly he stamped his feet and shouted, "Yes!"
The two of them were startled and hurriedly listened.
"Chun calls the cat, the cat calls spring, and the more he calls, the more energetic he becomes!" Monk Zhishen shook his head and started chanting. Hearing these two sentences seemed normal, but he didn't know that the next two sentences would bring surprises.
"The poor monk also has the spirit of a cat and doesn't dare to bark in front of others!"
Pfft! Duanmu Nanfeng had just taken a sip of wine into his mouth, but before he could swallow it, he was surprised to hear the witty words and quatrains, and spurted them out!
Xiao Chen laughed so hard that tears burst out!
It is indeed the best song of all time, I am willing to give in!
Both of them laughed so hard that they were speechless, and they both gave a thumbs up to Monk Zhishen.
"Amitabha, you can just live with it." Monk Zhishen smiled shyly.
He drank the monk's quatrains with his wine, and the three of them had several drinks in a row!
Back to business.
"Master, my sister has written a letter and wants you to help Brother Xiao take a look at his face. She has always suspected that Brother Xiao is not a human being in the world, but an immortal in heaven." Duanmu Nanfeng said seriously.
It turns out that the divine monk he just called was this Zhishen monk.
"Haha, you two siblings are very troublesome, so you can calculate it, but what if you make an earth-shattering calculation?" Monk Zhishen said calmly.
What's the meaning?
Xiao Chen and Duanmu looked at each other.
"I don't think it's better than everyone pretending to be confused!" Monk Zhishen sighed, picked up a glass of wine and drank it all, with an unfathomable expression on his face.
"So the master can really tell fortunes? Then I must ask you for advice today...I don't want to be a fool." Xiao Chen suspected that he was just showing off.
"You are extremely talented and intelligent, but why don't you understand the difficult truth?" Master Zhishen stared into Xiao Chen's eyes, as if he could see the depths of his heart.
"Please give me some advice." Xiao Chen insisted.
"Well, after all, it is fate that you and I meet each other. If we don't meet today, we will meet tomorrow. Sooner or later, we must be honest with each other." Monk Zhishen sighed again.
He said slowly: "The eyes are confused, the heart is confused, the east dragon is white and the west dragon is raining."
What does it mean?
Is it a poem, a gatha, or a dictation?
"Ringing the bell, drinking wine, the sea of sorrow is overwhelming, and the green fire blows the nest of two wild beasts!"
This sentence is a bit obscure and feels profound and difficult to understand.
"There are no two crows that shine in the sky forever, and the remaining stars break through the moon and open the sky."
Duanmu Nanfeng understood this sentence and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Even if there are only two crows shining in the sky forever, what does it mean to see the remaining stars break through the moon and open up the sky?
A perfect anti-poem.
Master, this is not fortune-telling, this is life-threatening!
Xiao Chen's anus tightened and his spine felt chilly.
My heart says shit!
Does this crazy monk really know how to tell fortunes?