There were more than ten monks dressed in gray, black, and green robes, representing their different identities and statuses in the temple. And in the middle of them was a monk dressed in a red kasaya. He looked dignified and had an extraordinary aura. His bald head was really bright …
Huh?
Chu Kuangge carefully looked at the excessively young monk and was suddenly stunned.
This person …
Why does he vaguely resemble that handsome and adorable young man, Yang Fan, who wears embroidered clothes and a small hat?
Chu Kuangge looked at him, and his mouth gradually opened wide enough to stuff a goose egg in. The ruffians beside him were also stunned. After a long time, one of them jumped up in shock and cried out, "Xiao Fan? Why is it you! You … what are you dressed up like? Are you acting in a drama? "
"How dare you! This is the head of the White Horse Temple, Master Hong Shiqi. Who dares to be rude! "
A monk immediately jumped out and solemnly declared the identity of Yang Fan. The ruffians were even more shocked when they heard this.
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Almsgiver Chu, fellow almsgivers, how have you been?"
Chu Kuangge stood up in surprise and looked at Yang Fan from head to toe. He slowly revealed a bitter smile and said, "Yang … Master Shiqi, your appearance is really unexpected."
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Almsgiver Chu, this way please. This poor monk has something to say …"
The two walked to the other side of the road. Under the big locust tree, a group of monks and a group of ruffians looked at each other with dissatisfaction. There was a kind of unwillingness between them.
One must know that these monks were originally ruffians. When the two groups of people stood together, they could naturally feel the aura of the same kind from each other. Since they were all ruffians, there was a natural sense of competition and hostility. Therefore, the two sides only exchanged glances and found each other to be an eyesore.
On the other side of the road, Yang Fan briefly explained his situation to Chu Kuangge. Even a death row prisoner like Maqiao had been whitewashed by a single sentence from Xue Huaiyi. He was not afraid of Chu Kuangge digging out any secrets, and it was impossible for Chu Kuangge to dig out any real secrets.
Moreover, he knew that Chu Kuangge was a person who knew his limits. A person who had been in the officialdom, especially a person who had suffered a major setback, would not have that kind of boring curiosity. He would not dig up other people's gossip for fun.
He believed that Chu Kuangge would agree to his request, because this matter was beneficial to Chu Kuangge.
More importantly, Chu Kuangge had been chased out of the Thousand Bull Guard and had been homeless for many years. There was a sense of injustice in his heart, just like how he had been wandering in front of the Governor's Office of Guangzhou. As long as he was given a chance, he would seize it. Even if it was just to change his current situation, it was enough to make Chu Kuangge work for him.
Therefore, Yang Fan looked at Chu Kuangge calmly, waiting for his reply.
Chu Kuangge looked straight at Yang Fan and said, "After my brothers go, will they really become monks?"
Yang Fan sighed and waved his hand. He pointed at the few monks who were slanting their shoulders and shaking their thighs. They were competing with Chu Kuangge's subordinates to see who was more mischievous and rascally. He asked, "Look at them, which one of them looks like a monk? Shave your hair and change into monk robes so that you can compete in the name of the White Horse Temple. That's all. "
Chu Kuangge nodded and confirmed, "Thirty copper coins a day. Once they really enter the finals, everyone will be rewarded ten thousand coins?"
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Not only that, if you can make Master Xue happy, Brother Chu will return to the Thousand Bull Guard … Oh, now that it has been renamed to the Fengchen Guards, it will not be difficult for Brother Chu to return to the Fengchen Guards!"
Chu Kuangge's body trembled, and his eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Yang Fan nervously and said with a trembling voice, "Really?"
Yang Fan said, "In this world, there is actually no such thing as fairness. To Brother Chu, you have fought countless battles on the battlefield and fought with your life on the line. It isn't easy for you to be promoted in the Thousand Bull Battalion. However, to Xue shi, if he wishes for you to return to the Thousand Bull Battalion or even reinstate your position, it would only take a single word from him. The crux of the matter is whether he is willing to do it! "
"Good! I will go with you! "
Chu Kuangge's eyes emitted a trembling light. In a trance, it was as if a layer of dust was rustling off his body. It was as if a warrior who had been sealed in a clay figurine had broken free from his shackles. He slowly stretched his body and gripped the spear in his hand.
He straightened his back and his expression became solemn. There was a kind of exuberant vitality between his eyebrows. He stood there like a spear. This valiant general who mingled in the streets, because of a word from Yang Fan, had been reborn and had vaguely recovered some of his former glory!
…
"Abbot, this disciple intends to do this. Our White Horse Temple's original Senior Martial Brothers specialize in Cuju. This disciple and Junior Martial Brother Chu Kuangge will also join them. With Senior Martial Brother Hongyi and Senior Martial Brother Hongliu, this disciple and Junior Martial Brother Nineteen may not be able to win, but we still have a fighting chance. Let the White Horse Temple's senior brothers specialize in Cuju. They will no longer be distracted, and their improvement will be faster. "
"Good, good, good!"
Xue Huaiyi readily agreed and immediately called Hongyi in front of him. He puffed out his chest and said, "Listen to me. From now on, all disciples are not allowed to leave the White Horse Temple. They are not allowed to eat, drink, or gamble. Listen to your Seventeenth Junior Brother's instructions at all times and practice Cuju diligently. When the Lantern Festival comes, show me your face!"
Hongyi quickly agreed.
Hong Sixteen and Priest Zhuo came over and said with a frown, "Abbot, this disciple is old, do I still have to play football?"
Xue Huaiyi said, "You are in charge of picking up the ball!"
"Oh …"
Seeing that Xue Huaiyi had given his orders, Yang Fan said again, "As for this disciple, I will practice Polo with Nineteenth Junior Brother's group, but the horses …"
Xue Huaiyi patted his chest and said, "No problem, I will immediately go to the Ministry of War and ask for dozens of their best warhorses. There is also a place, we can practice in the open space behind the White Horse Temple!"
After Xue Huaiyi finished speaking, he touched his bald head and smiled with satisfaction, "Haha, Cuju, it's just a competition with a bunch of women. Even if I win, it will inevitably be a little unfair. If I can show off my power in Cuju, then that is the ability of a man! Damn, in the past, I could only sit there and watch others show off during the Lantern Festival. This time, I can show my face in both Cuju and Cuju! "
This guy was a natural optimist. Nothing had happened yet, but he was already convinced that his team would definitely win.
Chu Kuangge wanted to use Master Xue's power to return to the Imperial Army, so he hurriedly said, "There are no weak soldiers under a strong general. This disciple will not embarrass Master Abbot. The horses have not arrived yet, so this disciple will go practice Cuju with Seventeenth Senior Brother first."
"Good, good, good. Go practice, practice well. Whether or not I can show off my might at the Lantern Festival is all up to you."
"Hmm? Wait! "
Chu Kuangge had shaved his head at this moment and was wearing a short monk's robe that was modified from arrow sleeves. In fact, it was somewhere between a martial arts robe. Before that, there were actually many kinds of monk's robes, and there was no unified one. It was only after the establishment of the Tang dynasty that the color of the official robes was limited according to the rank of the official. Moreover, the royal family of Li Tang also attached importance to Buddhism, Confucianism, and Taoism, so they also made regulations on the monk's robes.
However, monks all wore wide robes with big sleeves. There were very few short robes, and they did not wear them in front of their believers, so the imperial court did not set any regulations. Therefore, this short monk's robe suitable for competition was actually modified from the short robes of a martial artist. Therefore, even though he had shaved his head, he still looked majestic.
Xue Huaiyi called out to Chu Kuangge, pinched his chin, and looked him up and down. He asked, "You look so strong, do you know sumo?"
Chu Kuangge smiled and said proudly, "To tell you the truth, when this disciple was in the Thousand Bull Guard, I was one of the top 120 warriors in the sumo competition and won the championship time and time again!"
Xue Huaiyi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said loudly, "Good! Good, hahaha, it seems that we can also compete with others in sumo. "
Chu Kuangge bowed and said, "I am willing to serve Abbot."
Xue Huaiyi had heard Yang Fan talk about Chu Kuangge. Seeing him so respectful, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Nineteen, Seventeen has told me about your situation. Don't worry, as long as you bring me face, I will definitely fulfill your wish and let you return to the Thousand Bull Guard! I am a boorish man, but I am a man of my word! "
Chu Kuangge's heart was filled with excitement when he heard this. He immediately cupped his fists and said, "Abbot, don't worry. Even if Chu Kuangge has to bow his head to the ground, I will bring you back this face!"
In his excitement, he performed a military salute. Xue Huaiyi was not a proper monk to begin with, so he did not care. He was very satisfied with his attitude and nodded repeatedly. "Good! Good! Work hard. Once you succeed, I will not go back on my word! "
To Xue Huaiyi, this match was only a matter of face. He liked to be in the limelight, especially in front of Wu Zetian. However, to Chu Kuangge, it was a matter of life and future, so how could he dare to be negligent? He thought of how there were so many masters in the sumo wrestling competition. If he were to lose, his hopes of returning to the Imperial Army would be dashed.
Chu Kuangge said, "Abbot, this disciple is naturally not afraid of competing with others in sumo wrestling. It's just that there are many masters in every sumo wrestling team. If this disciple is alone, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to fight alone. If I have a helper to look out for each other, my chances of winning will greatly increase. Why don't I invite Seventeenth Senior Brother to compete with me?"
"Seventeen?"
Xue Huaiyi looked at Yang Fan and curled his lips. He shook his head like a rattle drum. "No, no! Look at his frail body. Cupping, bowing, and striking are all based on his agility. Naturally, he can compete in sumo wrestling. How can a sumo wrestler not have a good physique? With that body of his, it's impossible! "
Chu Kuangge said in surprise, "Abbot, you don't know that Seventeenth Senior Brother's wrestling skills are godly?"
"Hmm?"
Xue Huaiyi looked at Yang Fan in surprise. "Seventeen, you know wrestling skills?"
Yang Fan rubbed his nose and smiled shyly. "A little, a little …"
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