Regardless of Chu Zhendong and Zhao Xiaohu, people who have just touched the threshold of Neijiaquan are not qualified to touch the "Supreme Wonderful Realm". Only Chen Tairan is qualified.
Although this bastard has some unique skills, his internal Qi foundation is quite solid, his little brain is smart enough, and most importantly, he has a very agile temperament and is not rigid in doing things. He should be able to please his uncle...
Zhao Yuantong knew the character of his uncle, so he specially told Chen Tairan to avoid any red tape and at the same time show his ability to avoid disappointment.
According to the address given by Zhao Hongtong, Chen Tairan took Chu Zhendong and Zhao Xiaohu around the mountain for more than two hours. What he was thinking about was no longer how to please his uncle, but how to find his uncle first.
people!
"Brother, are you sure you didn't bring us for climbing training?" Even though Zhao Xiaohu was in good physical condition, he couldn't help but feel out of breath after climbing several mountains in a row.
"What the fuck..." Chen Tairan was also very depressed. He sat down on the stone steps and read over and over the piece of paper Zhao Hongtong gave him several times.
There is no reason. Zhao Hongtong has never met him before. There is no grievance or grudge between him. When we met yesterday, we had a good conversation. Although he is cool, he speaks in a friendly manner. There is no need to be intimate in person and give a fake address behind his back.
Bar……
"Is it possible that my uncle lives here?" Chu Zhendong patted Chen Tairan on the shoulder and pursed his lips in front of him.
Directly in front of the three people is a temple. It seems to be a few years old. The words on the stone tablet have been exposed to the sun and rain and have been in disrepair for a long time. It is almost impossible to tell what is written. However, if you look carefully, it is still vaguely recognizable.
I guess it should be the word "Mingyun".
"No way..." Zhao Xiaohu and Chen Tairan both smiled bitterly and shook their heads. His Xingyi Sect is the Xingyi Sect. When did it have anything to do with the Monk Temple again?
Please! Please don’t say such nonsense that your great uncle has already shaved off his hair and became a monk. You can’t afford to be hurt. You can’t afford to be hurt...
"Then what do you think we should do? Why don't we go back and ask Uncle Hongtong?" Chu Zhendong shrugged, with a look of "it's up to you."
Chen Tairan had no choice but to grit his teeth and move forward. Since the address given by Zhao Hongtong was here, there was nothing more to say. If there were dates or not, just hit the pole and you would know.
There are quite a lot of people here, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going. It can be seen that the business of this Mingyun Temple is quite good. As soon as Chen Tairan and the others entered, a young monk came up to them and said with a smile on his face: "Several of you
Will the donor come to offer incense? Please come with me.~"
Chen Tairan couldn't just come up and say directly, "I'm here to find someone, and I don't have time to worship your Buddha." So he could only follow along and give him a hundred and eighty yuan.
When the young monk saw the scale of his attack, he immediately knew something in his mind. Just now it was the midsummer of August, and now it has become the late autumn of October. His expression and words became neither salty nor indifferent. He treated Zhao
Xiaohu also ignored Xiaohu’s questions.
What kind of temper does Brother Xiaohu have? He wanted to explode on the spot, but seeing that neither brother had any reaction, he suppressed it forcefully. Anyway, the great uncle is everyone's great uncle. It's useless to be anxious alone. Keep looking.
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The four of them walked around the temple. When they passed a side room, they suddenly heard a roar from inside: "I said you are all crazy, right? There is no mysterious abbot here, only an empty abbot. You don't want to offer incense."
Just get out of here as soon as possible! What do you mean by being stuck here? Do you still want us to treat you to lunch!?"
Chen Tairan was attracted by the quarrel. He glanced over there unintentionally and was immediately happy - oh, isn't this that so-and-so? At the Anyang Railway Station, two monks, an old one and a young one, were being blackmailed.
, that’s them!~
Chen Tairan had to sigh, the world is really big when it comes to big things, and small when it comes to small things. Not long after he returned to China, he met this strange pair in Anyang. Now, just two days after arriving in western Hunan, he met them again. This
Is it the legendary fate?~
The old monk clasped his hands together, saluted the fat monk who was scolding him, and said lightly: "In that case, please invite Abbot Kong to come out and see him. We just want to chat with him for a few words, isn't this okay?"
"Funny! Our abbot is very busy and is not in the temple now. If you want to see him, make an appointment and come back another day!" The fat monk waved his hand impatiently and turned to leave.
"Stop!" The young monk standing next to the old monk couldn't bear it and shouted.
"Ouch, what's going on?" The fat monk turned around and said with a strange smile: "Boy, are you trying to get into trouble with your fat master? Do you know where this place is? It's Mingkong Temple! It's not that messy place like yours.
! Fatty, I just listened to you now and I really stopped. What do you want to do? Hit me, or scold me?"
The little monk was so angry that his face turned red, but his master grabbed his hand and made him unable to move.
"In that case, the poor monk will not bother you anymore and take his leave." The old monk looked indifferent and turned around to leave.
"Wait a minute!" The fat monk laughed strangely, and quickly stepped forward to block the two of them. "Do you really think that after you come here and act wild, you can pat your butt and leave?"
The old monk turned around, wrinkled his long white eyebrows and said, "What do you want?"
The fat monk stretched out his fingers and rubbed them, then raised his eyebrows and said, "One thousand yuan isn't too much, right? The price I gave is already very fair. I only pay this for the sake of both of us being Buddhists.
Don't say that I bullied you when you go out."
The young monk glanced at the master and swallowed his anger: "We don't have that much money."
"No money? Why are you here making trouble if you don't have money? You want to leave, right? OK, we still have a lot of dishes and bowls here. They have all been cleaned. Fatty, I will let you go today."
Chen Tairan smiled, why are there always so many weird things in the world...
The little monk was about to reply, but suddenly he heard a lazy voice beside him: "It's a thousand yuan short, right? I'll give it!"
The old monk narrowed his eyes, the fat monk was stunned, Chu Zhendong shrugged, and Zhao Xiaohu scratched his scalp, all expressing some confusion... What kind of trouble is this young man (this kid, Brother Tai) going to make?
It seems like it's none of his business, right?
"A thousand yuan, right?" Chen Tairan took out his wallet, counted out a bunch of pink Mao Zedong, and handed it over with a smile.
"Yes, yes, yes." The fat monk laughed and secretly scolded this man for being stupid, but who would have trouble with money? Since it is given to him, just take it.~
"Hold it.~" Chen Tairan chuckled, suddenly flipped his palm, and threw out a stack of 100 yuan in RMB. However, he heard the roar of the wind and it was very fast!
