Fish swimming around the world

On the platform outside the wooden house, a handsome young monk in a loose monk's robe was sitting on the ground, holding a knife and concentrating on carving a finger-sized Buddha statue in his hand.

He was very focused and his face was very calm, as calm as a lake. Jiang Fan felt very comfortable looking at him.

Especially his face, which was very beautiful and indifferent, which made him think of Ananda, the handsome disciple of Buddha in the rumor.

Just as he was looking at him in a trance, the monk surprised him as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Buddha, my brother is here."

The young monk paused slightly, raised his head and looked at Jiang Fan, with a peaceful smile in his eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Fan suddenly looked at the monk: "Buddha?"

The monk just bowed slightly and said with a smile: "Yes, please..."

Jiang Fan was confused. Wasn't the monk the Buddha of the Southern School? But why did he call this young monk the Buddha?

While thinking, he turned his head and saw that the monk was smiling, just like Buddha picking flowers, which made him feel dazed. In the daze, he inexplicably felt that this person was somewhat close.

After a little concentration, Jiang Fan went straight to the wooden platform and sat cross-legged opposite the monk. When he spoke, the monk's expression actually changed slightly.

"Why... I feel like you look familiar?"

The young monk looked at him, and his peaceful eyes slowly turned into appreciation, but when he spoke, he returned the surprise to Jiang Fan again.

"Xiao Ping'an, you have grown up, so extraordinary..."

This is not only a surprise, but also a shock.

"You, who are you?"

The young monk said lightly: "I am a poor monk... half a fate."

Half a fate? Jiang Fan's pupils contracted, his eyes were sharp: "This is the Dharma name, I want to know which one of the imperial court you are!"

The young monk smiled and said: "I am too lazy to look back at the flowers, half because of my cultivation and half because of you. I have been a monk for many years and have never thought of a Dharma name. It was not until the free and easy poetry collection came out that I thought of it. Isn't it destined by heaven..."

Jiang Fan stared at him and didn't say anything. His heart was surging at this moment. This person was not a cheap man's man. I am afraid that he is also related to the imperial court. Calling out this nickname really made him alert.

The monk seemed to be thinking about himself and said slowly: "This poem is very good, but it has another explanation for me. It is said that my fate in this life is half for cultivation and half for a woman. It is a pity that I can't get it. In this case, it's better to complete the cultivation..."

Jiang Fan suddenly widened his eyes: "Second Prince?!"

The monk smiled and said: "Ping An'er, shouldn't I call you the second uncle?"

Jiang Fan was shocked. It turned out to be him. It was indeed him! The second prince of the Zhou Dynasty who became a monk because of Meng Chanjuan, according to the rumor, is the second uncle of this body!

Seeing his shocked expression, the monk said: "You are surprised, Xiao Ping'an."

Jiang Fan suddenly calmed down, "How to prove it?"

The monk saw that he returned to normal so quickly, and nodded in praise: "After all, he is the son of the eldest brother, the dragon seed of the imperial way, and he is not surprised when encountering things. Not bad."

As he said, he took off an earring from his ear, took a gem from it, stared at it for a moment, and then gently handed it to Jiang Fan.

"Ping'an, I think you have something on you that can hold this thing."

Jiang Fan was shocked, and looked at the thing in disbelief: "Are you one of the seven stars?"

He really couldn't help but be surprised that this second uncle was actually one of the last two hidden pieces on the Qingjin Secret Key.

"Yes, I am one of your protectors. Are you surprised or surprised?"

He said with a little mischievous look.

Jiang Fan's eyes were calm, but he took a deep breath secretly. He never thought that the sixth person of the prince was actually his second uncle. This cheap old man was really not simple.

"So that's it..."

He stood up and bowed to the ground: "Nephew, meet your uncle."

The monk smiled and shook his head: "Sit down, sit down, I have become a monk, there are no so many worldly etiquette."

Jiang Fan sat down again, "Uncle, there are indeed rumors in the world that you became a monk because of Meng Chanjuan, this matter..."

The second prince said lightly: "It's true that you became a monk, but it's not because of Meng Chanjuan, so, kid, don't worry, yours is still yours, no one will snatch it from you, hehe..."

Jiang Fan was a little embarrassed. It seems that although this person became a monk, he is unusually well-informed.

"Just now I said, half for cultivation and half for you. As for me, my second uncle, half for cultivation, and the other half is not for Meng Chanjuan, but for... you, the king of kings."

Jiang Fan was very excited. He never thought that his poems would be interpreted like this. The king of kings, does it mean that the other half is for the king's affairs?

"Yes, it's just as you imagined." The second prince blinked his eyes.

Jiang Fan's heart was surging, half for cultivation, half for the king, is this person also a tangled person?

Under the pure and peaceful eyes of the second prince, Jiang Fan actually felt that he had nowhere to hide.

The second prince said a little bit mischievously: "So, why do you say that your poems are well written? Second uncle is indeed too lazy to look back at the flowers, but that little Chanjuan is indeed a rare and beautiful woman in the world, and it is very suitable to use it as an excuse, hahaha."

He laughed very happily, and this laughter made people feel very comfortable and clean.

Jiang Fan felt a little embarrassed. It sounded like his second uncle was making fun of him.

But at this moment, he finally understood that the most romantic affair in the world, that the second prince of the imperial court became a monk because of Meng Chanjuan, was just an excuse. Half of the real reason why he became a monk was because of the king's affairs in the world, which was the arrangement of his father, and the other half was because of his devotion to the Buddha in his heart.

Prince...Ji Zongyi...Father, you are truly amazing.

The second prince blinked: "Your father is really great, so I support him."

Jiang Fan was stunned: "Why do you always know what I'm thinking?"

The second prince said: "Buddha's heart is clear, and my mind is empty. I can naturally feel your mood changes. It's not difficult to guess right with just a little guess."

Jiang Fan couldn't help but be wary. It seemed that he was still far behind in terms of city government.

The second prince guessed again: "No, no, you don't need it in front of me. In fact, I can only guess these things. There are many things about you that I can't guess at all."

"You guys, I can't guess either." Jiang Fan smiled bitterly and turned to look at the great monk. His expression was as usual, without any change. Obviously, he knew all this.

Seeing Jiang Fan's eyes turning to him, the great monk nodded gently: "As my senior brother thought, the poor monk knows that if you ask me who I am, the second prince's guard commander, the crazy monk--Zhao Xutuo."

This was not surprising, but he didn't understand why one of these two people became the abbot of Thousand Buddhas Temple and the other became the Buddha Lord.

"War general mad monk, abbot of Thousand Buddhas Temple, Lord of Light and Dark Buddha..." Jiang Fan sighed softly: "How did it come about..."

Zhao Xutuo knew that he was doubtful, so he smiled and said: "Senior brother, there is no need to be doubtful, just listen to what I have to say."