Rebirth: Out of Demons and Into Buddhas 2

The Buddha body looked carefully at the realm flooded by starlight for a while, and then carefully sensed the connection between him and the demon body, then pulled out his mind and returned to the physical body.

As for playing around to test the movements of the demon body, that would not happen.

They are all clean, whoever has really retreated, and whoever just practiced simply, will never be able to hide it from the other two.How can there be such a clumsy method of probing?

Jing Fu stood in the wing room where he was placed, looked around, and then simply took out his usual things from his carry-on bag and placed them around.

The furnishing of this wing room looks simple, but it is very clean.

It is the kind of clean that has neither dust nor other artificial arrangements.

After arranging his usual things properly according to his habits, Jing Fu stuffed the carry-on bag into his sleeve pocket.

But after finishing this work, Jing Fu lowered his head again, looking at the cassocks on his body.

On the surface of the green jade-colored cassock, there is Buddha light flowing, and in the flowing Buddha light, there are figures of great masters and Buddhas emerging, listening carefully and contemplating, and even hearing the circle of divine mantras.

Reflected in the eyes of monks, it is far beyond what ordinary people see and feel.

Jing Fu stared at the cassock on his body for a while, but reached out his hand to untie the tie on the cassock, took off the cassock, folded it carefully, and chose a clean place in the wing room to place it.

After taking off the cassock, only the monk's robe remained on Jing Fu's body.

After a little movement, he turned around and opened the door of the wing room, stepped over the threshold of the wing room, and then turned around and closed the door.

The heart lamp on the table inside the house is very safe, but the light of the heart lamp is still scattered outside, looking for the corpses that have lost their vitality, bred death and darkness, and burned them.

Since the host invited him to be a guest and he agreed, no matter what the details of the host's family are, as long as the host's family has not crossed the line of disrespect, it is appropriate that he should also look like a guest.

The yard is not big, so Jing Fu quickly found Zhang Yuanshan in the low kitchen.

Zhang Yuanshan was picking up vegetables by himself—probably because Jing Fu was a monk, so he had a variety of vegetables on hand, but no meat.

When Jing Fu walked to the door of the kitchen, Zhang Yuanshan raised his head.

Seeing him, Zhang Yuanshan kept his hands on his hands, but he laughed and said, "Master, are you out? You don't come here, and sit outside first, I'll be fine soon."

He didn't stop the movement of his hands, and even sped up a little, but his eyes stopped on Jing Fu, but he praised again, "Hao Er Lang!"

After taking off the green cassock, Jing Fu only wore a set of monk robes.But although the gray monk robe is very simple and simple, the straight-embellished robe highlights Jing Fu's figure and demeanor; as for the dull gray color, it reflects Jing Fu's concealed brilliance.

Jing Fu also didn't expect to hear such an admiration, he was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

It's really... a very rare experience.

Zhang Yuanshan also laughed, but he just came to chase Jingfu again, "Master, sit outside and wait, it's very busy here."

Jing Fu put his palms together and saluted, turned and left the kitchen area, wandering around in and out of the yard.

He found several books randomly placed in the hall of the main house.

He didn't go to get it, but when he turned around, he looked down a few times.

Some of these dictionaries were closed, while others were half-read and turned upside down on the table. No matter how they were placed, Jing Fu could only see the cover.But even so, the words on the cover were enough to shock Jing Fu.

--He can not understand.

Ever since he walked through old man Chen's library and copied countless books in his line of library, Jing Fu can even assert that in this Shensang world, there are few words that he can't understand. Do not understand the language.

But now, the words on these randomly placed books are completely beyond what he has learned.

Are these words too ancient?

Jing Fu turned his eyes to the breeze that was still attached to the sleeve corner of the monk's robe, and shook his head secretly.

will not.

The oldest and longest existence in one world should be the world itself.That is to say, the oldest and most ancient existence between heaven and earth should be the will of heaven and earth itself.

But even so, when faced with these words that can be systematically used by people, the will of the world in the Shensang world did not respond at all.

Therefore, these books are likely to come from outside the world of Chen Sang.

Jing Fu turned around every desk with books in the hall, and finally stopped at the desk in the center of the hall.

After he stood still, his gaze swept over the books one by one, and he remained silent on the folded books on the desk in front of him.

There is more than one type of text in these dictionaries, and there is not much connection with each other. One set is very different from the other...

After being silent for a while, Jing Fu calmed down and stabilized his mood.

Didn't he already know that this one is unfathomable?Now he just found more evidence, and he has already made up his mind to deal with it, so why should he be so panicked?

The Buddha body smiled, and looked back at the world of Consciousness Sea.

Sure enough, in the world of sea of ​​consciousness, the starlight shrouded in the body of the heart demon became much thinner at some point.In the hazy starlight, a pair of equally deep eyes lifted up to meet his gaze.

The smile on the Buddha's face became wider.

After Xinmoshen took a fixed look at him, he withdrew his gaze.

Jing Fu also withdrew his mind and continued wandering around the hall.

He no longer paid attention to the books scattered in the hall, but looked around casually.

Including the layout and pattern of the hall, including small objects such as tea cups neatly arranged on the desk, and also including the decorations in the hall.

When the distant mountain was found, Jing Fu was admiring a painting on the wall under the dim sunlight from outside the door.

Zhang Yuanshan saw that he was engrossed in playing, so he simply didn't bother him, and walked around the hall by himself, tidying up the books that were randomly scattered everywhere.

After all, there are guests, and the hall is so scattered, it is indeed not appropriate.

When Zhang Yuanshan gathered the books together and neatly stacked them on a desk, he turned around, and sure enough, he saw Jing Fu who was looking at him over there.

"Meals are ready." He explained, and then glanced at the hanging painting that Jing Fu had just admired, with a smile on his face, "Master likes this painting very much?"

Jing Fu also nodded with a smile, "This painting is very good."

It is indeed good.

The vast world, strong life, unyielding will, how bad is it?

Zhang Yuanshan led Jingfu to the outside of the hall while talking, "Hahaha, thanks to the master's favor..."

Jing Fu followed him to the outside room.

"It turned out to be your handicraft, but I didn't see it. It's a sin, a sin."

Maybe it was because Zhang Yuanshan reminded him, or maybe it was because he got the permission of the master at this moment. It was not until Zhang Yuanshan personally admitted that Jing Fu finally discovered the faintly hidden aura in the portrait that fits Zhang Yuanshan very well.

Zhang Yuanshan laughed when he heard it, "Master, you are only friends with me today, it's too common for you not to recognize me, so you don't need to take it to heart..."

After walking out of the hall, Jing Fu saw the food placed on the stone table in the yard, and Zhang Yuanshan was still asking him, "Is it okay to eat here?"

Jing Fu didn't mind this, he nodded.

Zhang Yuanshan invited him to sit down, and personally helped him fill the bowl with clear soup, and brought it to him.

After Jing Fu thanked him, he picked up the bowl and brought it to his lips.

The clear soup is indeed a clear soup. Except for a little sesame oil and a little salt, there are no other seasonings in the soup, but the soup is very fresh, so fresh that it is so fresh. meaning to.

The delicious taste from the food itself is properly stimulated by the person who cooks it, and it is evenly dispersed in the clean water...the three of heaven, earth, and people fit together perfectly.

Jing Fu drank a bowl of soup, and Zhang Yuanshan was also sipping soup beside him, seeing him like this, he laughed.

"Just drink a bowl of soup first, and save the rest for after the meal. Master Jingfu..." He raised his eyes and teased, "You don't know this, do you?"

Jing Fu frowned slightly, but hesitated to speak.

They are all monks, they have cultivated themselves, so what does it matter if they don't keep in good health once in a while?

Zhang Yuanshan seemed to be able to see what Jing Fu was thinking at the moment, but he didn't speak any more, he just sipped the soup and looked at Jing Fu with a smile.

"Of course I know." Jing Fu sighed and shook his head slightly. When he raised his head, there was no other joke on his face, and he was very serious, "I'll go to the leftovers."

Zhang Yuanshan raised his hand and pointed to the small warm pot behind Jing Fu, "It's over there."

Jing Fu lifted the lid of the small pot, waited for the slightly hot steam to dissipate, and opened his eyes to take a closer look.

Just like the fresh mushrooms and wild vegetables in the soup are not ordinary things, the Lingmi boiled in this small pot is pure and only seen.

The slender and white rice grains are crystal clear, but if you look closely, you can occasionally see some mysteries in the clear spiritual rice.

Jing Fu stood beside the small pot for a while holding the bowl and the lid of the pot, until Zhang Yuanshan, who had been waiting for a long time, asked with a smile, he finally came to his senses.

"It's nothing, I just feel that this meal is really exhausting."

Zhang Yuanshan smiled again, not caring, "What's the matter? It's just a meal."

Jing Fu shook his head silently, but didn't say anything else, he put the lid of the pot in his hand to a clean place, took the rice spoon over, and filled a bowl of rice for himself.

Although this small pot is small, its capacity is not as shallow as Jing Fu thought.Jing Fu served a bowl of rice, but it was nothing more than scooping out a small layer of Lingmi in the small pot.

Jing Fu took another look at the Lingmi in the pot, then put the rice spoon back to its original place, and took the lid of the pot to cover it.

When Jing Fu returned to the table and sat down, Zhang Yuanshan was still sipping the clear soup in his bowl.

Jing Fu couldn't help but take another look at the pottery bowl in Zhang Yuanshan's hand.

Zhang Yuanshan obviously squinted his eyes, but he seemed to see clearly, so he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Jing Fu was not in a hurry to pick up chopsticks to eat, and seemed to have let go of the confinement and exploration. Hearing Zhang Yuanshan's question, he asked casually, "Tanyue's bowl seems to be a bit different from mine. Too the same?"

Zhang Yuanshan pretended to be stupid, "What's different?"

Jing Fu stared at him intently, finally shook his head, and stopped talking.

He still remembered that he was just a guest, and the host opposite him was still an unfathomable guy.

Zhang Yuanshan raised the eyelid of one eye, glanced at him with that eye, snorted, lowered his eyelid again, and continued to drink his clear soup.

Jing Fu hadn't picked up the chopsticks yet, so he clearly saw Zhang Yuanshan's gaze.

He was sure that he was definitely saying something like 'you're a smart guy' just now.

Jing Fu looked away, picked up the chopsticks from the table, and took a piece of mushroom for himself.

For a while, he still couldn't forget the delicious taste of the clear soup on the tip of his tongue.

Zhang Yuanshan didn't look at him, and sipped his soup, which he had been drinking for a long time and hadn't finished half of it, with his eyes half downcast.

The mushroom slices were just put into the mouth by Jing Fu, and another fresh spirit, which was completely different from the fresh taste of the soup, burst on the tip of his tongue.

Even if it was Jing Fu, he couldn't help but let the mushroom piece quickly roll over the tip of his tongue and fall between his teeth.

After chewing for a while, Jing Fu unconsciously passed the ceramic bowl in his hand to his lips, and took a mouthful of rice into it.

Lingmi and sliced ​​mushrooms are another different taste.

Lingmi does not have the fresh spirit of mushroom slices. Compared with it, it is actually thicker and has a bit of the atmosphere of the land, but it is not as good as the land, which carries the survival and rise and fall of all life. It only takes a section. Take that part of your life.

It is indeed a staple food.

Jing Fu sighed inwardly, but ignored Zhang Yuanshan next to him, picked up vegetables and rice with chopsticks, and ate very seriously.

But perhaps only he, the client, and Zhang Yuanshan, the creator, would know that when Jing Fu put the food in his mouth and chewed it, and then swallowed it into his stomach, the mystery between the food also attracted Jing Fu's mind a little. , guiding him to accompany these vegetables and spiritual rice, and experience the passage of time between the heaven and the earth, and the grass grows in the wind.

The growth and death of the vegetables and spiritual rice itself, and even their offering and nourishment to Jingfu’s mind, body, and spirit after they were sent to the dining table and into Jingfu’s belly, are all clearly reflected in Jingfu at this moment. Fu's spirit and spirit.

Jing Fu's mind was slowly haunted by the mystery, but he didn't stop eating, and he was still so fast.

It's just that although Jing Fu eats fast, his posture is still calm, without urgency or greed.

Chewing slowly, he ate the vegetables on the table one by one, and finally cleaned the Lingmi in the bowl before Jing Fu put down the bowl and chopsticks.

It was not until Jingfu put down the bowls and chopsticks that his mind completely escaped from the mystery, and he kept looking at the inner demon body around his physical body in the sea of ​​consciousness world before he completely retracted his mind.

Only Zhang Yuanshan was sipping the soup in his bowl all the time.

Seeing Jing Fu put down the bowl and chopsticks, he also slightly moved the ceramic bowl from his lips, and asked Jing Fu, "Master is full now? Do you want to add another bowl?"

Hearing these words, Jing Fu unconsciously felt a little movement in his heart.But he just thought about it for a while, then shook his head, "I'm already full, thank you Tanyue."

Although the spiritual food is good, there are many mysteries in his heart, but this bowl of food is already the limit that Jing Fu can bear at present. is cumbersome.

Zhang Yuanshan only tried to persuade him this time, seeing that Jingfu's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to have the intention of repenting, so he gave up, and said casually, "Then have another bowl of soup? Master Jingfu, didn't you just say, Is this soup delicious?"

Hearing this, Jing Fu raised his eyes to look at Zhang Yuanshan.

Zhang Yuanshan only said that one sentence, he didn't say much, he continued to press the pottery bowl back to his lips, and continued to sip his soup.

But this time, Jing Fu could clearly see the water line of the soup in Zhang Yuanshan's pottery bowl slipping down.

After a pause, Jing Fu turned his thoughts a few times, and finally nodded in response, "Then I won't be polite."

Zhang Yuanshan nodded casually.

Not long after, there was only a little bit of clear soup left in his clay bowl, and he drank it all in one gulp, and got up to serve the rice.

Jing Fu is cheaper, after all, the pottery dishes that hold the soup are placed on the stone table.

After filling a bowl of clear soup, he looked down and put the soup into his mouth.

If the first bowl of soup harmonizes Jingfu's mind and body with the incomparable connotation of harmony between heaven, earth and human beings, and truly completely adjusted Jingfu's state, so that Jingfu can respond to the nourishment from spiritual food in a better state, Then this bowl of soup is to help Jing Fu digest the mysteries and spirits accumulated in his body by borrowing the harmonious meaning between heaven, earth, and people, and also help him sort out his own gains.

When Jing Fu finished his bowl of clear soup, the Qi mechanism in his whole body became completely smooth.

Jing Fu put down the pottery bowl, felt it carefully, put his palms together in front of his chest, and sang the Buddha's name in a low voice, "Namo Amitabha."

Zhang Yuanshan took a look at him, but he didn't stop there, after a while, he ate up many vegetables and spiritual rice on the stone table.

There was not even a single piece of dry rice left in the small pot with an extraordinary capacity, and there was only a little soup left on the dishes on the table.

Compared with Jingfu, this Yuanshan's appetite is terrifying.

But after cleaning up the food, Zhang Yuanshan didn't stop, turned around and went to get the soup ladle to scoop up the soup in the pottery dish.

Jing Fu sat on the sidelines silently and watched, almost wanting to ask the host.

Which qi training minor has such a terrifying ability to withstand and digest?As long as he is willing to give a clear answer, he swears that he will never get close to that place until his strength is not enough.

Qi training and minor repairs are all such guys, what will the establishment of the foundation be like, and how terrifying should the golden core be?

But he couldn't ask after all, he just sat quietly on the spot, watching Zhang Yuanshan sip the soup silently.

This time, Zhang Yuanshan drank the soup quickly, and within a short while, the soup in his bowl was clean.What was even more frightening was that there was no more soup in the pottery dish.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhang Yuanshan put down the pottery bowl in his hand very comfortably, relaxed his body, reached out to touch his slightly bulging belly, and looked satisfied.

Jing Fu glanced at him, then at the messy cups and plates on the table, and was about to reach out to clean them up.But just as he raised his hand, Zhang Yuanshan stopped him with half-closed eyes.

"Wait a minute, mage, you don't need to work on this matter, mage, I'll do it, I'll do it..."

Jing Fu thought for a while, and finally withdrew his hand, "Then I'll endure you again."

Zhang Yuanshan shook his head, "What are you talking about? Master Jingfu, you are my guest, how can you let the guest do it? Next time, don't do this..."

He said, but he didn't know what to think of. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, sat up straight, and looked at Jing Fu with a look of horror, "Or, Master, you really can't see this messy appearance, and you want to urge me to clean it up. And I’m too embarrassed to say it directly, so I’m just turning it around?”

Jing Fu was a little dazed, and it took a moment to come back to his senses, shaking his head and denying, "It's not..."

He only started, but before finishing his words, Zhang Yuanshan heaved a sigh of relief, relaxed his body again, and continued to sit on the chair, "It's fine if it's not, it's fine if it's not..."

Seeing him like this, Jing Fu didn't know for a moment whether to continue the unfinished sentence, or just stop it like this.

"That's right, I forgot to have it! Master Jing Fu, wait here for a while, and I'll go get it."

Zhang Yuanshan sat for a while, as if he had just remembered something, he left the words, got up in a hurry, turned to the well in the yard, pulled up the rope hidden by the well, and took out the wooden barrel attached to the back of the rope up.

When Zhang Yuanshan took out the contents of the barrel and carried them to the kitchen, Jing Fu also saw clearly.

That is nothing else, it is a plump yellow-colored melon and fruit.

Zhang Yuanshan washed the melon and fruit in the kitchen and divided them into petals, and then brought them to Jing Fu with a bamboo dustpan, "This melon is very sweet, the mage also eats a piece?"

Jing Fu thanked him, and picked a piece out of the dustpan.

The smallest piece.

Although he knew that since Zhang Yuanshan would bring this melon to him and invite him to eat it himself, there would be no harm to him, but Jing Fu still felt that good things also need to be eaten in moderation.

Zhang Yuanshan watched Jing Fu take down the piece of melon and fruit, then turned around and returned to his seat to sit down, and also picked up a piece of melon and fruit to eat.He put the dustpan in the gap between the two of them. It is very convenient for Jing Fu to finish eating that piece of melon and fruit, and there will not be too many obstacles.

This melon and fruit is indeed very sweet and delicious, but when the melon and fruit are crushed between the mouth and tongue, and the juice flows into the stomach together with the pulp, it is more refreshing and lively, but it is still the mind of Jingfu.

That bit of pure spirit surges in the limbs and bones of the body, and then converges to the brain along every nerve ending in the body, nourishing the soul inhabiting it.

The heart demon body in the sea of ​​consciousness also opened its eyes, stretched out its hand from the misty starlight, and caught a little dew.

He took a closer look and saw the dew in his hands for a while, and he bent his lips and smiled.

When the clear dew was released, it, together with other clear dew that entered the world of corpses, nourished the world of the sea of ​​consciousness, from the sea of ​​stars above the sky, down to the seemingly endless abyss under the feet of him and Jing Fu, They were all nourished by this piece of clear dew, with a bit of aura of magic.

But only so far.

The demon body shook his head slightly, took a look outside, and then looked away again.

The Buddha body has already eaten the piece of melon and fruit in his hand, but as he expected before, although this melon and fruit is good, he can't bear it much, so it is not suitable for eating.

He understood in his heart, so he also stopped his hands, only took out the handkerchief, and wiped off the little juice stained on his hands.

Zhang Yuanshan was eating melons and fruits with relish, seeing him stop, he asked indifferently, "There are still melons, mage, do you want some more?"

Jing Fu smiled and shook his head, "I'm already full, Tanyue, you can eat, don't pay attention to me."

Zhang Yuanshan nodded with a smile, and reached out to fetch a piece of melon and fruit.

In the time of this meal, even the earlier sunset had sunk to the other side of the mountain, and the dark night gradually submerged the sky light and covered the sky and the earth.

In the distant sky, only a few birds flew by and returned to their nests.As for the insects and ants that should be haunting the grass at this time... Maybe it's because this small town is protected by Bodhi sprouts, so it's not too affected by the calamity of heaven and earth, but it's still a living.

Jing Fu looked up at the sky, then turned to Zhang Yuanshan.

Zhang Yuanshan seemed to sense what Jing Fu wanted to ask, he easily turned the hand that was about to reach for the melons and fruits from the dustpan, and took out an oil lamp.

After lighting the oil lamp and sending it to a clean place on the desk, Zhang Yuanshan continued to fetch his melons and fruits.

Jing Fu's eyes fell on the oil lamp smoothly.

To be honest, this oil lamp is different from the heart lamp that Jing Fu has been holding, not only in the shape of the lamp, but also in the burning light in the lamp.

Zhang Yuanshan's light is orange, especially pure and single orange, which is already strange, not to mention that when the light shines on it, as far as the eye can see, the light is like a big sun.

When Jing Fu saw it for the first time, he thought in a trance that Zhang Yuanshan really put a big sun into his own lamp.

Looking at the lights, amidst the chirping rhythm of the bugs, Jing Fu asked the question very relaxedly for some reason.

"Senior has been hiding here so that no one else will notice, why did he act so clearly in front of this little monk?"

Jing Fu also asked the words, and when he heard the voice, he realized his rare recklessness, but it was such a gaffe, but Jing Fu never noticed anything strange.

As if he was very sure that if he really asked this question, Zhang Yuanshan would not treat him the same way; and as if he was sure that his gaffe was actually a normal state, and he was still under his own control. It doesn't feel like there are any major problems; it's like he can actually do anything and it's not a big deal.

Jingfu Buddha was very clearly aware of the problem, and also faintly aware of the danger, but he didn't feel the slightest sense of crisis in his heart, and he was still very relaxed.

The Buddha's body lowered his eyelids subconsciously, and while covering his eyes, he also turned his gaze back to the sea of ​​consciousness, inspiring the state of the demon body in the center of the world of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The demon body seemed to be unaffected. After discovering the problem, he kept vigilantly observing the state of the Buddha body outside.

Whenever there is something wrong with the Buddha body, he should take over the body and deal with external affairs.

Seeing the gaze of the Buddha body cast from the outside, the heart demon body raised its gaze, and looked at the Buddha body.

One person is so calm that everything is worry-free, lethargic and lazy, and the other is cautious and ready to move at the slightest sign of trouble. It is clear that there is one person, but the state is completely different.

Seeing the prepared demon body, the Buddha body breathed a sigh of relief, and after secretly communicating with the demon body, he turned his gaze back.

After all, Zhang Yuanshan was beside him, if there was too much movement, it should be able to attract his attention no matter what.If Jing Fu wants to preserve himself, he has to be extremely cautious.

Hearing Jing Fu's question, Zhang Yuanshan seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and even stopped chewing melons and fruits for a moment.When he came back to his senses, he actually laughed.

Jing Fu sat where he was, watched him smile with a tense face, and didn't speak.

In fact, he couldn't speak.

When he really wanted to talk, he lost his mind a little bit, he didn't know if he would laugh along with Zhang Yuanshan.

This distant mountain has such a powerful infectious ability.

Or, in fact, his cultivation base is too low.In the face of the disparity in strength, once the opponent does not deliberately control it, it is rare for him to be able to escape the influence of the opponent.

He had laughed enough by himself, and he concentrated on chewing the pulp in his mouth again, and only had a little distraction to deal with Jing Fu who was facing a formidable enemy in front of him.

Yes, it is like facing a big enemy.

If it weren't for being illuminated by the lights, the state of the little monk would be a little more obvious.

Zhang Yuanshan thought slowly.

"Why do you ask that? Little old man, I am a small qi practitioner. I am ashamed to say that, little old man, I am already 180 years old this year. If I don't break through, I am afraid that I will reach the limit of my lifespan when I am [-] years old. By then... …”

No, maybe this little monk will not relax himself and ask such a question.

"Little old man, I will return ashes to ashes and ashes to ashes. Alas, I don't even have a successor yet. If I really let go like this, it's not a big deal that my lineage can't be passed on. This yard, this mouth The well and the hundreds of acres of spiritual fields, whether it can be entrusted to a suitable person is a big deal."

"In today's world, all seedlings with a bit of aptitude are recruited by the big sects of the sect, and those who are almost will be recruited by other families with a little bit of thought. I don't know if there is anyone who can appreciate my little fortune. ah......"

This distant mountain is like every old man who is old, babbling about some trivial things, and even talking, he doesn't know where to turn the topic.

Jing Fu was a little helpless at the beginning, but he didn't want to stop him, so he just listened.

After he wiped out all the melons and fruits in the dustpan, Zhang Yuanshan seemed to wake up suddenly, and looked at the empty dustpan for a while, then turned his eyes to Jingfu again, and asked He said, "By the way, Master Jingfu, what question did you ask me just now?"

Jing Fu was neither angry nor bored, and calmly repeated the question to him.

"Oh, so you want to ask why?" Zhang Yuanshan answered Jing Fu casually, but stood up, gathered those bowls and plates neatly one by one, and put them into the dustpan.

Amidst the clattering of bowls and plates, Jing Fu heard Zhang Yuanshan's voice coming out steadily, "Of course it's because you and I are destined."

"Fate?" Jing Fu repeated in a low voice.

Zhang Yuanshan could hear clearly, "That's right, it's the fate of fate."

During the interval between his busy work, he smiled at Jing Fu in the reflected light, "Of course, Master Jing Fu, you can also understand it more straightforwardly... I think you will be a good seed, sprouting It is growing well, as long as there are no mistakes, there will be some harvests in the future, so give you some water?"

The smile in his eyes was very sincere, and the words used in his words were a bit strange, but they were also frank and very convincing.

But Jing Fu paused for a moment, and asked, "Chu Kan, Liu Shenghe, Yu Fu, Luo Han, and Shen Sang, who are inside and outside the world, you..."

Zhang Yuanshan knew what he was going to ask, he didn't take it very seriously at first, but seeing that Jing Fu really cared, he temporarily stopped cleaning up his chopsticks, and answered Jing Fu seriously.

"They?" He paused, "It would be impossible to say that everyone is out of my sight."

His vision is not that picky yet, except for the young monk in front of him, there are actually a few people in the Chensang world who can see through it.Is it just...

"It's not that I want to cover up my behavior in front of them," Zhang Yuanshan defended himself, "It's because they didn't come to me, and I have to find a way to plant spiritual plants in the spiritual field where the spiritual energy is beginning to decline. Dashing in front of their eyes, call them over?"

As Zhang Yuanshan talked, he became more and more energetic, "That's right, they didn't find me, so I don't blame me."

"Look, if you didn't pass by here, you happened to see me, greeted me first, and asked me, and I was sheltered by the Bodhi seedlings in this town, how would I respond to you, how could I invite you back home ?” Zhang Yuanshan even cited Jingfu himself as an example.

He finally concluded, "So, it's because of the predestined relationship between you and me."

Listening to this explanation, Jing Fu fell silent unconsciously.

Although Zhang Yuanshan's words are indeed a bit unreasonable, but I have to say that his words...do have some truth.

Fate and law are originally such ingenuity.

Moreover, how could Zhang Yuanshan, such an unfathomable character, not have some spirit and persistence?

While Jing Fu was meditating, Zhang Yuanshan was still clearing the dishes on the table.

Irregular small sounds rang in his ears one after another, Jing Fu finally put aside his thoughts for the time being, and raised his eyes to look at Zhang Yuanshan.

Zhang Yuanshan is a great monk who is far beyond what Jingfu can currently understand. He doesn't know what this person is capable of, but he is very, very sure that as long as this person thinks about it, even in this Shensang world There is absolutely no need to plan in every possible way like Chu Kan.

There is probably no one inside or outside the world of Chen Sang who can stop him.

But it is such a great monk who can carry a hoe to work in the fields, pick up vegetables to work and cook in the stove, and clean up the dishes by himself... Live more like a vulgar person than anyone else, Contaminated with the smell of fireworks, or voluntarily or lazily entangled with many causes and effects, casually and willfully make friends with outsiders.

Obviously, many of these things are things that most monks have never thought of doing, and they are also things that most monks avoid.

But he is busy and devoted, busy and comfortable.

Jing Fu couldn't really define such a monk, and he didn't know how to define him.After much deliberation, Jing Fu could only admit the statement from Xinmoshen.

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The author has something to say: Cough, this time I really updated. A few days ago, I'm really sorry.

Finally, good night everyone.