Fish swimming around the world

The Buddha was stunned and looked at him: "Why do you have to pick this?"

Jiang Fan exclaimed: "From what you said, the name is just a title. I just picked one that is easy to pronounce and comfortable."

The Buddha stared at him for a long time: "But... why do I feel uncomfortable?"

"It's a problem of character. It may be that you don't practice well enough." Jiang Fan raised a finger and said seriously.

The Buddha scratched his bald head stupidly, and finally looked at him and said: "They all said you were a bad boy. Now I believe it."

For some reason, Jiang Fan didn't feel awe at all when facing this Buddha. Instead, he felt like he saw a fat master and felt it was so interesting and casual.

"Let them talk, they have their mouths, they can still think even if they block their mouths. It's tiring to care so much, but people should be more comfortable. I think you are right in this regard."

The Buddha shook his head: "But... you leave me speechless."

Suddenly he showed an interesting expression: "It would be fun if you were allowed to participate in the debate that day."

Jiang Fan laughed: "It's fun, but the debate is not a debate, it's more like sophistry."

The Buddha also laughed and pointed at Jiang Fan: "It's fun, fun, I didn't expect that after a hundred years, the Chinese people would have such an interesting person like you. Hey, bad boy, I heard You've only been in the industry for a few years, but you've done a lot of bad things. Tell me about it."

Jiang Fan looked him up and down: "You've heard it all, why do you want me to repeat it?"

The Buddha moved forward: "It's different, it's different, it's more fun if you say it yourself."

Jiang Fan shook his head: "The Buddha said, it can't be said."

The Buddha rolled his eyes, then laughed faintly: "Sure enough, he's a bad boy, he's still on guard against me."

Jiang Fan looked at him: "Is he an enemy or a friend?"

The Buddha thought for a while: "There's a fat guy, do you know him, he's a Taoist with a big nose, his face is really big, it seems... it seems..."

"Big pancake?" Jiang Fan said blankly.

The Buddha clapped his hands and laughed, "Yes, yes, Dabing, it seems you know him. I have a good relationship with him."

Jiang Fan was surprised and said, "Are you friends with Daozun?"

The Buddha nodded repeatedly, "Good friends. He called me a dead bald man back then, and I called him a bull nose. We would fight each other when we met, or drink together, but he never won."

Jiang Fan looked at him and snorted softly, "He said that too."

The Buddha said seriously, "Monks don't lie."

"He is also a monk." Jiang Fan said seriously.

The Buddha suddenly seemed to find it interesting: "You are so partial to him? Have a good relationship?"

"My master, what do you think?"

The Buddha snorted, as if a little surprised: "Niubi also accepts disciples?"

Jiang Fan snorted twice: "Why, you are allowed to accept the second prince as a disciple, but my master can't accept me?"

"No, no, what I mean is..." He was a little confused: "Why did he accept you..."

Jiang Fan was a little annoyed: "What's wrong with me, what's wrong with me? I'm fine!"

The Buddha suddenly felt even more funny, touched his nose and laughed: "Fun, fun, Pancake Face is not a good thing in itself, the old bad guy accepted a little bad guy, let's see who is more of a jerk, hahaha..."

Jiang Fan couldn't stand him being so high He was excited and curled his lips: "The old bald man took in a little bald man, let's see who is balder."

The Buddha was so happy that he couldn't straighten his back. After a long while, he coughed: "That... Did Da Bing tell you that we don't get along?"

Jiang Fan nodded: "He said that you laughed at him for not being able to ask for Taoism, and he mocked you for not being able to ask for Buddha."

The Buddha hummed twice: "That's not a lie. We didn't get along since we were young. Otherwise, I wanted to practice Taoism. When I heard that he went, I rolled up my sleeves to practice Buddhism. Anyway, I couldn't go with him."

Jiang Fan was stunned: "There is such a thing? You two childhood friends?"

The Buddha shook his head again and again: "The cause and effect of the previous generation, let's not talk about this, kid, aren't you afraid that I will deal with you, after all... My bets are different from his. "

Jiang Fan was stunned: "Bet? What bet?"

The Buddha was stunned: "Eh? He didn't tell you?"

Jiang Fan shook his head in confusion: "No, you two are still gambling?"

The Buddha was a little surprised, his neat and slender eyebrows slightly raised, and the corners of his eyes moved slightly: "... uh... I haven't said it yet... That's right, I can't hold my temper, tsk!"

He seemed a little annoyed and muttered: "I knew you were a chatterbox at the beginning, so I hid thousands of miles away. I didn't expect that I was not as cunning as him, old bastard!"

"Stop," Jiang Fan said quickly: "You two are of the same generation, I don't care if you slander each other, but you have to explain this matter to me clearly. Chu, what does betting mean? "

The Buddha seemed a little annoyed with his own baldness, and quickly shook his bright bald head: "It's not my place to say this. He will tell you when he thinks the time is right."

Jiang Fan looked at him up and down with increasing doubt, and snorted after a long time: "You old generation, all of you are talking nonsense, forget it, don't say it, but there is something you want to talk about, why did you send me a message twice?"

The Buddha said: "This is quite simple, my disciple said that you are quite unique, please help me if I should."

Of course, his disciple refers to the second uncle. When he heard that the second uncle had become his disciple, Jiang Fan was completely sure that this pearly bald head was the Buddha, after all, no one else could play.

Only when he said this, Jiang Fan felt very awkward, what is quite unique?

"That, Your Majesty the Buddha, why did you go to the Western Regions in the first place?"

The Buddha leaned lazily on the railing and said: "Didn't I just say that I was afraid of my own mouth. "

"Is it because of this? What can I do if I tell you?"

"Don't ask this. Let me tell you another reason. I'm going to ask the Buddha. I want to see what's the difference between the clan's land and Chinese Buddhism."

Jiang Fan knew that there were some things that he couldn't ask, so he simply followed him and said, "What's the result?"

"The result? Like a bird, most of them practice Buddhism with a purpose, whether it is for martial arts, fame, glory and wealth, anyway, they are not separated from fame and wealth. There are very few virtuous eminent monks who truly seek Buddhism and ask questions. It’s so little, it’s really frustrating.”

"Then you will stay there for a hundred years?" Jiang Fan had doubts.

"I didn't think about it either," said the Lord Buddha, who looked very annoyed. "I had been thinking a lot about some eminent monks discussing Buddhism. After I finished my work, I just walked around, showed hands with people from the Western Regions, and learned something new. It will be good in the future. I had a long face in front of that damn fat man, but I didn’t expect that while I was having fun, I was tricked by that scumbag Da Xitian, and was trapped in the Leiyin Palace for thirty years by a so-called six-character mantra formation. Damn it, grandma, I’m so angry. also……"

He was full of complaints and dissatisfaction, but Jiang Fan was extremely surprised. He thought that the Lord Buddha had not left and never came back, but he had gone and never came back.

This is interesting. Is there anyone else who can trap him? Jiang Fan couldn't help but curiously asked: "Who is that shady guy from Daxitian...?"