This chanting of the Buddha's name suddenly gave Zhang Biwu and Fu Yuzhi a meaningful look on their expressions.
Sure enough, Zhao Xuanji had already arranged everything.
And there was no discussion with them.
Such an example has never happened before.
Zhang Biwu and Fu Yuzhi looked at each other and felt that the atmosphere between the three of them had undergone some changes that would never go back to the past.
Fu Yuzhi turned around and looked around, only to see that there was no one in the room leading to the balcony where they were.
"Over there."
Zhang Biwu shouted softly, and Fu Yuzhi quickly looked around, only to see an old monk wearing cassocks walking towards the restaurant downstairs at the end of the street where they were.
The visual distance between the two is at least one or two hundred meters, not to mention that one is upstairs and the other is downstairs.
At such a distance, if ordinary people want to communicate, they have to at least shout at the top of their lungs to hear some sounds, but the old monk's words just now seemed to be spoken right into their ears.
"These strange people among the people really do have some abilities." Fu Yuzhi said calmly.
Because of some experiences in his early years, he has never liked these people in the world, not to mention that as a high-ranking member of the imperial court, he is now a powerful provincial minister, and can be said to be one of the most powerful core members in the imperial court.
, look down upon these so-called martial arts masters even more.
Zhang Biwu just smiled faintly when he heard this, and when he was about to speak, he saw a sudden knock on the door.
Zhang Biwu was stunned and subconsciously looked downstairs, but where could he see the figure of the old monk named Jue'an just now?
"Please come in."
Zhao Xuanji spoke calmly.
The door was pushed open with a creak. Monk Jue'an, who was downstairs a hundred meters away from the restaurant a moment ago, was standing at the door of the room. He bowed slightly with a kind look and said: "Amitabha, Lao Jue'an, have you seen him before?"
Mr. Zhao, Mr. Fu, Mr. Zhang."
"Master, there is no need to be polite. Please come and talk." Zhao Xuanji said.
Jue'an then walked to the balcony, waited for Zhao Xuanji's signal, then bowed to Yuzhi and Zhang Biwu respectively, and then sat down.
"Master, please have tea."
Zhao Xuanji had a very kind attitude towards Jue'an. He poured a cup of tea for Jue'an himself, handed it to him, stretched out his hand to signal, and said with a smile on his face.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhao." Jue'an clasped his hands together, took the tea cup with both hands, lowered his head and took a sip.
At this time, Zhang Biwu had the opportunity to look at Jue'an carefully.
Jue'an is tall and burly, wearing a cassock, with a kind expression and kind eyes. The most eye-catching thing is his pair of eyebrows, which are white and long, hanging straight to his earlobes.
It seems that it is somewhat understood by the master.
Zhang Biwu asked: "How old is the master?"
Jue'an put down his tea cup and replied warmly: "I was born in the second year of Taiwu. Now I am eighty-three."
"The second year of Taiwu!"
Zhang Biwu praised: "I saw the master walking vigorously, thinking clearly, and speaking even more clearly. I thought the master would not be more than seventy years old, but I didn't expect that he is already an octogenarian. It's disrespectful."
Jue'an replied: "Buddhism pays attention to self-cultivation, and many exercises also have the effect of prolonging life. In addition, if you eat fast all year round, the food will be lighter and less fishy, so you will live longer."
