Fish swimming around the world

"His fists are not easy to ask questions about." Jiang Fan chuckled.

"Is this right?" Wenren Fengliu shook his head: "No, he only has his right fist. I haven't heard of anyone seeing his left fist, but there is a legend in the world that his most powerful is his left fist. The punch means that he is serious, and if this person wants to be serious...tsk, it's hard to say what the situation will be."

"Oh? No one in the world has taken his left fist?" Jiang Fan was very curious.

"Yes, I only know one with long eyebrows."

"Sage Changmei?" Jiang Fan was surprised, but there were rumors that if Changmei came out of the mountain, he would not necessarily be Xuanyuan Bu Sheng, the number one in the world. Jiang Fan was very concerned about the outcome between them: "What will be the result?"

"The result?" Wenren Fengliu shook his head: "I don't know, no one else knows about this battle, and no one has seen the battle, but there is one thing I know, this battle is the only battle after Changmei retired to seclusion, It was also the last battle known to a few people. On that day, when Xuanyuan was ranked number one in the world, he went to the top of Ten Thousand Swords to talk about the Taoist saint. Although no one saw it in person, the saint said afterward that Xuanyuan No. 1 in the world, well deserved.”

"Huh? No way." Jiang Fan was surprised: "Could it be said that Changmei has failed?"

Wenren Fengliu said slowly: "I don't know, but how can one be defeated with long eyebrows? One cannot be defeated with long eyebrows..."

These words are very meaningful, and Jiang Fan seems to vaguely understand that Changmei is the Supreme Lord of the Holy Land who rules the rivers and lakes, and represents the strongest combat power of Taihua. How can he be defeated by someone like him? How can he be defeated?

But, did he lose in the end...

Wenren Fengliu didn't know, but he said, "After the war, Changmei still went into seclusion and didn't care about worldly affairs. On the contrary, Xuanyuan Shisheng walked around the world from then on and conquered the world with his fists. You don't know..."

Wenren Fengliu was filled with emotion and longing: "That day in Beihai, I saw him punching the Sea Dragon King with his fists. It was really shocking. I still remember it. Every time I think about it, my blood boils. He blocked the powerful foreigners from landing with three punches. It really flattered me." The clan’s prestige.”

Xuanyuan was so overwhelmed that Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh and be fascinated.

"Xuanyuan is very talkative and doesn't seem to have much contact with the world's powerful people. But you, the boy, seem to know such a person. It's strange." Wenren Fengliu looked at him and said in disbelief.

Jiang Fan shook his head: "It's not really acquaintance. I only met him once and didn't speak a few words."

Wenren Fengliu snorted softly: "There are so many mysteries about you. Even if we know each other, even if we are very familiar with you, I won't find it strange. If you don't want to talk about it, just leave quickly to prevent them from coming back again."

Jiang Fan nodded, called Erbai, and hurried to Qianfo Temple.

It took five days of back and forth, and the debate was of course over long ago. The result was a bit unexpected. The second prince actually won, and the three great monks of the Buddhist Kingdom were defeated. When Jiang Fan learned the details, he laughed a little.

The two sides had been back and forth, and the debate was fierce and difficult to distinguish. However, the second prince felt a little impatient and directly recited the Heart Sutra, causing the other party to become distracted and speechless. In the end, the three eminent monks had no choice but to admit defeat.

The fundamental reason for this person's impatience is that he feels that his current Buddhist teachings are not profound enough and he has to travel thousands of miles. He cannot gain true knowledge by sitting here and debating blindly.

The victory of the second prince undoubtedly greatly affected the spirit of the Buddhist country, and the atmosphere in the mission was depressed for a while, with one exception.

The peacock princess congratulated the half-married monk very generously, gave him generous gifts, and even invited the half-married monk to go to the Buddhist country to give lectures.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh. This peacock with gorgeous feathers was definitely spreading its tail to the opposite sex it admired.

Of course, the second prince refused, but he promised that he would definitely go to the Buddhist Kingdom and would not wait too long.

Jiang Fan was unable to interfere with this decision, not to mention that there was a super heavyweight who agreed with it.

It was the man who was admiring the wood carvings of the Second Prince one by one.

This man looked like he was only in his thirties. He was dressed in a snow-white monk's robe, which was actually made of natural silk. The cassock draped diagonally on his body was made of gold and silver threads, inlaid with pearls and jade, which made people blind when he moved. The rosary beads around her neck were of unknown quality. Each one was as big as a dove egg and looked like gold but not gold. It looked absolutely extraordinary. The bald head is even more shiny, like a large pearl, which makes people want to rub it when they look at it.

This is undoubtedly a very luxurious monk, but he has a handsome face, soft and delicate facial features, and a peaceful and soothing breath, which makes people feel comfortable no matter how they look at him. This monk's robe does not look eye-catching at all, but makes people feel very suitable.

Jiang Fan never expected that this extremely luxurious but calm young monk would turn out to be a super heavyweight.

——The true master of the Buddhist sect who has disappeared for hundreds of years and is respected by both the north and the south - Lord Buddha Dharma Appearance.

The moment he learned the identity of this person, Jiang Fan was shocked. It was not that he was surprised at the identity of this person. Especially since he had received two transmissions from Lord Faxian Buddha, he would not be very surprised. The real surprise was this. The head of the Buddhist sect, who is no younger than Tao Zun, actually looks so young and is so luxuriously dressed.

In this regard, the Lord Buddha only said with a smile, beautiful and luxurious clothes, young and handsome face, can't it make others happy and make yourself feel comfortable? In this case, why not do it better? It’s not that we don’t have the conditions.

This sentence left Jiang Fan speechless for a long time, and he deeply doubted whether this guy was a true Buddha.

At this time, Lord Buddha seemed to have finished admiring the more than a thousand wood carvings, and turned around with a smile: "Ban Yuan, the skill of the sword is enough, but the intention of the sword is not enough. Many places are too deliberate."

The second prince also smiled and nodded: "Yes, I also feel a little unnatural and unsmooth. It seems that we have to continue."

"Yeah, yeah," the Buddha nodded and said, "Ten thousand, maybe it won't be much different when it's full."

The second prince thought about it: "It seems that even a little difference is not good."

The Buddha waved his hands repeatedly: "Perfection is too demanding. Those who demand too much will have a difficult heart. It's OK if you feel comfortable."

The second prince pondered for a while and nodded: "That's right, you said that, I seem to have some experience, you two can talk, I'll go and carve another one."

"Go, go." The Buddha smiled and waved his hands, then turned to Jiang Fan: "You little donor, I heard that you have good wine, bring more, drink with me."

"Ah——?" Jiang Fan was stunned: "It's not that monks don't drink..."

"Wine and meat go through the intestines, Buddha is in the heart, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's OK as long as it's comfortable."

Jiang Fan heard this several times, it seems that this person likes to be comfortable, no matter in appearance or mood.

Jiang Fan fetched some wine with a dazed look on his face, scratched his head and sat down opposite him, "Um...are you really the Buddha?"

"It's a person." The Buddha pointed at his nose.

Jiang Fan was slightly stunned: "You should call yourself Buddha..."

The Buddha shook his big bald head repeatedly, making Jiang Fan a little dazzled.

"Buddha, human and non-human, that is to say, you can become a Buddha only when you are no longer a human, but I think I am still a human, of course I am not a Buddha, let alone a master."

Jiang Fan was confused: "Then...what should I call you?"

"Bald, monk, Taoist name Faxian, or my secular name Liu Liansu, anything is fine, I just need to know who to greet." He said very casually.

Jiang Fan nodded after a while: "Well, okay, bald..."