Hsu Fengnian was a bit embarrassed by the white-clothed monk's aggressive approach. He wasn't afraid, but he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Which father in the world wouldn't be angry at the bastard who dared to trick their own daughter? Back when Li Thing ran away from home and snuck out of the Two Zen Temples to roam the jianghu, she carried around two hundred taels of silver. It was probably her father's accumulated wealth from lecturing in the temples for many years. In the end, when she met the three of them, she ate and drank without restraint and quickly became penniless. Perhaps this heroine had let it slip when she returned home and bore a grudge against the white-clothed monk? Hsu Fengnian knew that he was in the wrong, so he could only force a smile and make up his mind not to retaliate or scold. The white-clothed monk walked quickly with large strides. There was actually a woman following behind him. She couldn't be considered very beautiful, and the makeup on her face was a bit thick. It turned out that Li Thing had hung half a kilogram of rouge on her face in Wutongin back then because she had learned it from her family. The white-clothed monk hurriedly came in front of Hsu Fengnian and pointed at Hsu Fengnian's nose, denouncing him, "Where are my daughter and my disciple Nanbei? I heard that you thought they had too many tables to eat, so you chased them to Xishu and Nanzhao. Is this how your Mount Qing Liang treats its guests? If I see that my daughter has lost a few kilograms, do you believe that I won't go to your doorstep and scold you? "
The woman who came to the white-clothed monk's side first smiled at Hsu Fengnian, then tugged at his monk robe and muttered in a small voice, "What do you mean by 'I' or 'I'? You have to call yourself a poor monk. How many times did Li Thing tell you after she returned to the mountain? An expert must have the bearing and demeanor of an expert. Li Thing always said that there was a swordsman who traveled the jianghu with her. What was his name again? Old Huang? She could tell at a glance that he was an expert? Li Xiaoxin, look at yourself. Is this proper? "
The white-clothed monk was clearly still angry. He gave a cold snort and changed his tone slightly, "Do you believe that I won't go to Mount Qing Liang to scold and make a scene? It's just that this poor monk didn't bring the knife that has been sharpened countless times today … "
The woman seemed to have more worldly wisdom than her man. She coughed and interrupted the white-robed monk's threatening words. She turned her head to Hsu Fengnian and explained with a smile, "Your Highness, don't listen to this bald man's nonsense. There's no such thing as a knife. In fact, it's just something that the old abbot of our temple uses to chop firewood. The father of this thing just misses that old bald man … Oh, no, he misses his master. So, from time to time, he takes it out to sharpen the knife, afraid that it will rust. The Old Abbot did not leave anything behind, only a hatchet, a handwritten copy of the Diamond Sutra, and that big vat for washing our hands after returning from work every day. Ay, the hatchet and the sutra were still alright, we took them, but that vat was a bit heavy, so we had no choice but to leave it in the temple. Otherwise, in the future, we would have one more item for our dowry … "
The monk in white said helplessly, "How can you treat a water jar as your daughter's dowry?"
The woman rolled her eyes and said, "How many famous people in Gangnam-do like to use the mud at the bottom of the vat to make pots? It's worth a lot of money! "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and agreed, "That's right, I once saw Jiangnan's Lu family's Minister Lu from the Ministry of Rites use a famous pot. It was made in the early years when he went to the Two Zen Temples to burn incense, using various methods to ask the Old Abbot for a few kilograms of mud."
The woman immediately beamed with joy, looking at this young vassal king who did not have any airs, more and more pleasing to the eye, "That's right, that's right!"
Then she stared at the monk in white and said, "Speak properly, don't injure us!"
Li Dangxin rubbed his bald head. Everything had its vanquisher, and the words of his wife were more effective than an imperial edict.
At this time, Han Gui was finally able to get a word in. He bowed and said, "I am Han Gui from the Little Pillar Peak's Green Mountain Monastery. I have long been fascinated by Monk Wu Chan."
Li Dangxin looked at this Wudang Taoist who was not famous before the battle between Buddhism and Taoism. Compared to the way he treated Hsu Fengnian, he smiled a little more and returned the greeting, "Greetings, Zhenren Han. There are three debates on Lotus Peak this time, and you and I will be in the third debate on the last day. When the time comes, I hope Zhenren Han will be merciful."
Han Gui smiled and said, "I am really not worthy of being called Zhenren. Two Zen monks can just call me Daoist Han."
Li Dangxin laughed and said, "Daoist is a person of the Dao, a person who has attained the Dao, a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest, a person who has proven the Dao, a Zhenren, a Zhenren, a Zhenren, a person who seeks the truth. It is better for me to call you Zhenren Han. If Wang Zhonglou was here, I might as well call him Taoist Wang. If Hong Xixiang was standing in front of me, then I would really have to respectfully call him Daoist Hong. "
Han Gui smiled and did not say anything.
Li Dangxin glanced at Han Gui's clear eyes and retracted his sharpness. He sighed softly, "Your Wudang and Mount Longhu are indeed different. If those Yellow and Purple nobles heard this, not to mention the old Taoist of the Hope generation, even those of the Ning generation would be furious and would not have peace."
Han Gui said calmly, "It is not that Wudang Taoists have a longer peace of mind compared to Mount Longhu. It is just that the cultivation paths of the two mountains are different, but in the end, different paths lead to the same goal. My master and Master Wang are extremely respectful of Mount Longhu's old Zhenren Zhao Xituan. They have invited him to Wudang to discuss the Dao. Every time he passed by Beiliang, he would never refuse because of the different sects. I have personally heard Zhenren Zhao talk about the unification of the three sects twice and benefited greatly. "
The white-robed monk smiled and asked, "If I remember correctly, it was your Wudang's Ancestor Lu who first advocated the unification of the three sects? Then I would like to ask, who is part of it? "
Han Gui blurted out without thinking, "Ancestor Lu once said that the Dao is the same. This is the root of the unification of the three sects. In my humble opinion, I don't know what it is, but I know what it is not. It is this one. It may not be in the hands of the Wudang monks who have reached the depths of Zen, nor may it be on Mount Wudang where Buddhism is destroyed and Taoism is flourishing. Similarly, it may not be in the mouths of those scholars who are good at talking. "
Li Dangxin touched his bald head again, his eyes seemed to be full of admiration. He nodded and said apologetically, "I have rudely probed you three times. Please don't blame me, Zhenren Han."
Han Gui smiled and said, "It's fine, it's fine."
The group of people climbed the mountain together. The white-robed monk and Han Gui casually chatted about Wudang's local customs. There was neither Buddhism nor Taoism. It was as if they had met an old friend in a foreign land. Their words were as slippery as watermelon skin. The white-robed monk deliberately ignored Hsu Fengnian. He was probably afraid that he would not be able to hold back and look for a knife to chop people. If a man met someone who was trying to steal his wife, he would pick up a knife and chop the person without hesitation. If he met someone who was trying to steal his daughter, whether he would chop or not depended on not only the character of the daring little bastard, but also the attitude of the daughter's mother. At this time, Li Dongshi's mother, or rather the little monk Nanbei's master's wife, was extremely amiable towards Xu Fengnian. Although it was not the gaze of a mother-in-law that would grow fonder the more she looked at her son-in-law, it was as if she had met a young man of the younger generation who was interested in her daughter. She was not deliberately warm, but she would definitely not lower her face to treat Xu Fengnian. The woman's heart was boundless. At first, she was still a little reserved. After all, the young man in front of her was the number one figure in the northwest. But soon, success came naturally. She began to nag about family matters and complained that in Beiliang's territory, he was really spending money. Especially when she brought a lot of rouge and face powder back from Beiliang, she had already used it all. In the end, when she went to the shop in Youzhou to take a look, the price was really expensive.
Speaking of this, the woman thanked Hsu Fengnian very much. She said that the daughter of Li Dongshi did not know the importance of things and had accepted so many expensive gifts in one go when she left Mount Qing Liang's mansion. After that, the woman smiled and frankly said that she would never be able to pay back the money. This time, she left in a hurry and did not bring any gifts back. Therefore, she had long squandered all the savings at home. The smile on Hsu Fengnian's face never disappeared as he listened to the woman's blabbering. The little Taoist boy Qing Xin, who was eavesdropping on both sides, felt strange. It was strange enough that his master, a Taoist priest, could get along well with the famous white-robed monk who was known as the "Bodhisattva of Flesh". How could the King of Beiliang get along well with that woman?
The white-robed monk Li Dangxin was the most important figure in the debate on Lotus Peak. As the current head of the Two Zen Temples, he himself was the leader of Buddhism under the heavens. Hsu Fengnian was also a top honored guest of Wudang. As a result, this group of people headed straight for Wudang's Ziyang Palace at the top of the mountain to settle down. Wudang originally did not have the habit of dividing people into different ranks. However, very quickly, Wudang Mountain discovered that while they did not pay attention to it, the mountain visitors paid the most attention to it. It was from the mouths of the guests that the Nine Palaces and Thirty-Six Temples that originally belonged to Wudang Mountain's Daoism actually already had a ranking system in Jianghu. Being able to stay in the Nine Palaces was something that could demonstrate one's official status and position in Jianghu the most. If one was able to enter one of the Eight Upper Temples of the Thirty-Six Temples to rest, then it was also worth being complacent about. Following the increase in the number of visitors, especially the arrival of the two famous families of Jiangnan and Huainan, many of the Lower Eight Temples that were far from the main peak were also overcrowded, to the extent that they had no choice but to close their doors and decline visitors.
Just as Hsu Fengnian and the white-robed monk's group stepped foot into the Ziyang Palace from the back door, a delicate and pretty little Daoist boy rushed in front of Hsu Fengnian and said in a low voice with a sad face, "Grand Martial Uncle, a new group of honored guests have arrived on the mountain. The Taoist Master personally accompanied them on a tour of our main peak. The guests are also not like the usual foreigners who make many requests, they did not insist on resting on the mountain. They said that they had already booked rooms at the small town at the foot of the mountain, but the Taoist Master personally said that these guests could not be neglected. He wanted us to make three or four elegant and quiet rooms for them. My master and a few Martial Uncles were all worried to death. With great difficulty, they were only able to find two rooms in the Ziyang Palace, any more than that really could not be done. The Divine Firmament Temple and the Void Temple that are near the top of the mountain are also in a difficult position, saying that even the woodshed has been vacated for the guests to stay in. Then there's no reason for us to let half of the guests stay on the mountain and half leave the mountain, right?"
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