The little monk was the exact opposite of the little girl. He was always muddle-headed when it came to small matters. Every day, he would be scolded as an idiot by the little girl's family of three. After being a monk for a few years, he had worked like an ox or a horse for a few years. But for some reason, he was magnanimous when it came to important matters. He clasped his hands and said, "This little monk will talk about Zen with you."
The Daoist priest smiled for the first time and slowly said, "You know how to talk about Zen, but I don't know how to preach. If you don't mind, I can call Mr. White Lotus out and talk to the master. "
The little monk respectfully said, "Okay."
The little girl's face was taut and she didn't dare to say or laugh. In fact, she was already happy in her heart. Look, although Stupid North and South was stupid, he could still hold up his face in some situations. She knew the name of Mr. White Lotus. He was Bai Yu, who was bestowed with a purple robe by the emperor. Years ago, it was this Daoist priest who won the argument on the top of the lotus. When he returned to the temple, he was so angry that he didn't even smile when he saw her. It was a pity that her father only cared about drinking and was punished by her mother to not leave the mountain for a whole year. Otherwise, it was hard to say who would win and who would lose. Stupid North and South couldn't even win an argument. Naturally, he couldn't win an argument with this Mr. White Lotus. But it didn't matter. If he lost, he could find an opportunity to bring Hsu Fengnian here. Hehe, Hsu Fengnian always quarreled with the shrewish village girl.
This unknown Daoist priest was much more polite than Zhao Ningyun. He really went to the back hall to call for Mr. White Lotus, who was said to be more arrogant than Mount Longhu. The little girl had just finished a cup of tea when the Daoist priest brought a man in white. Probably because his eyes were damaged from reading too many books, he walked very carefully and habitually narrowed his eyes. His eyes weren't big to begin with, so when he narrowed them, they became a slit. However, he had a very nice and warm smile on his face, which was quite similar to Hsu Fengnian. The little girl felt comfortable looking at him and immediately felt that this Mr. White Lotus was a good person. Father said that there would always be good people who were better than her and bad people who were worse than her at the foot of the mountain. If she met a good person, she should be polite, but if she met a bad person, she should run away. If that was the case, then the person called Zhao Ningyun outside the Celestial Master's residence was definitely a bad person, and this White Daoist and the one with the horsetail whisk could be considered good people. Therefore, the little girl stood up and respectfully greeted him, calling him Mister White Lotus.
Mr. White Lotus, who was not wearing a Daoist robe, first bowed to the little monk from afar. When he walked a few steps closer, he saw the little girl's face clearly. He smiled and said, "Miss, you look like a blessing to your husband. Whoever becomes your husband in the future will have a great fortune. "
"Ah!" The little girl's face instantly turned red.
What should he do? As the saying goes, one does not hit a smiling person. This Mr. White Lotus is really too straightforward. He is even more open than she is.
The Daoist priest with the horsetail whisk smiled and said helplessly, "Mr. White Lotus, don't scare the little girl."
Mr. White Lotus, who wore the Carefree Bandana on his head, reached out to touch his bandana and felt a little ashamed. He slowly sat down on a purple bamboo chair and turned his head to look at the little monk who was coming to the Taoist Master Mansion to talk about a zen.
The young monk did not seem to have any intention of debating. All he did was ask curiously, "This place is called Fox Immortal Hall. Is there really a fox immortal?"
Mr. White Lotus shook his head and said, "No."
The little monk said, "Are there any immortals in Mount Longhu?"
Mr. White Lotus laughed and said, "I don't think so."
The little monk nodded and said, "Then I have no questions."
Mr. White Lotus was not disappointed or angry. He was really good-tempered. The little girl felt that the people at the foot of the mountain were not completely right. Mr. White Lotus was not arrogant at all. He was a very amiable uncle.
The little Taoist master of Mount Longhu, who was regarded as an amiable uncle by the little girl, smiled and said, "Drink tea, drink tea."
The little girl said softly, "After drinking tea, we will go down the mountain."
It was hard to imagine that Mr. White Lotus, who once talked to the emperor in the palace, nodded and said, "I have no sense of direction and my eyes are not good. I won't be seeing you off. When the time comes, I will have to trouble this bad-tempered Junior Brother Qi to help me bring you back."
The little girl finished her tea and left the hall with the little monk. She walked out of the door in one breath. At the bottom of the stairs, she let out a long breath and patted her chest.
The little monk touched his bald head. It was all sweaty.
The little girl said jokingly, "Stupid Nanbei, are you afraid too?"
The little monk blushed and said, "I'm not afraid of quarreling. I'm just afraid of being beaten after the door is closed."
In the hall, Junior Brother Qi asked, "Did you guys talk about Zen?"
Bai Yu lowered his head and drank his tea. He said, "Probably not."
The old-fashioned Taoist priest said, "Oh."
Bai Yu joked, "What's the point of quarreling? Look, I'm in a good mood to drink tea. Isn't that better than anything else? An unintelligent little girl and a smart little monk. Isn't that great Zen? "
The little Taoist priest frowned and said, "You know I don't understand this."
Bai Yu smiled and said, "Being in a daze is the way of Heaven. Being ignorant is Zen. If you don't understand, you understand. If you understand, you don't understand. Do you understand? I think you don't. "
The Taoist priest with the surname Qi was still expressionless. He asked, "Grandpa Xituan said that the money needed to repair Xiaoyao Temple should be paid by the Taoist priest's residence. In the future, if anyone from Beiliang comes up the mountain, the Taoist priest's residence will be the one to receive them. However, the sect master is in seclusion. The one in the capital also said to ignore this matter. What do you think? "
Mr. White Lotus smiled and said, "Let it be. If it's too much, we'll just have another farce of a horse trampling on dragons and tigers. I like excitement. Anyway, you'll be at the front of the fighting. In a few years, you'll be one floor higher than our sect master. By then, who will you be weaker than? "
The Taoist priest was silent.
Mr. White Lotus squinted his eyes and looked at the portraits of the three ancestral Taoist priests. He sighed and said, "Let's talk about it. If I jinx it, it won't be easy to deal with it. 'The Xu family has a phoenix, and the horse tramples on dragons and tigers'. This is a prophecy in the Heavenly Book. "
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