The Best Fake Eunuch

"However, if all kinds of exorbitant and miscellaneous taxes are sent endlessly, causing the economy of Jiangnan County to collapse, and the common people have no food to eat, and life can't go on, do you think they will support Da Zhou? Don't wait for others to attack, and you will Get messed up first."

Duanmu Nanfeng raised his glass after finishing speaking, with a worried look on his face that didn't match his age.

"I didn't expect Nanfeng that at such a young age, you have such insight to worry about the country and the people. It's really remarkable." Xiao Chen slightly clinked glasses with him, and drank it down.

"Brother Xiao, the first time you and I met, I told you these crazy things, you wouldn't laugh at my brother's insanity, would you?" Duanmu Nanfeng said.

"No, actually I became crazy, even more crazy than you." Xiao Chen laughed.

"Who is crazy? Can you still be crazy than my monk!" Following the voice, a fat monk walked out of the forest. It seemed that he was not walking very fast, but he came to the pavilion suddenly.

However, he had a fat head and big ears, a bad nose and a wide mouth, a pair of eyes like mung beans, thick broom eyebrows slanting and drooping face, his appearance can be said to be extremely ugly.

A monk's robe full of patches was opened, revealing a big sweaty belly and a patch of thick black hair growing on the chest.

"Master, you are here!" Duanmu Nanfeng was very happy to see him, and got up to greet him.

"Last night, wild cats barked outside the temple all night, causing the monk to toss and turn, unable to sleep, and just came back from sleep, but you sent someone to disturb me again!" The monk looked unhappy.

"Brother Xiao from the capital is here. I thought that apart from Master you, no one else could accompany him, so I went to invite...Brother Xiao, this is Master Zhishen, on Jilong Mountain... this Practice Zen."

Xiao Chen fell in love with this great monk when he saw him, isn't this the monk Hua Lu Zhishen!

It is exactly the same as described in the novel, even the dharma name is the same!

"Oh, you're that Xiao Wucheng?" Monk Zhishen rolled his mung bean eyes around, looked Xiao Chen up and down, didn't show courtesy, and didn't make palms together, he really is such a rude monk!

"I'm ashamed." Xiao Chen said with a smile.

"The girl Nanfeng said hello, and that girl Nanqiao also praised you. My ears are so numb! But I think it's just an ordinary eunuch, so I don't think it's so good!" Monk Zhishen The evaluation is too subjective.

"It's all a compliment from the imperial concubine and the uncle of the country." Xiao Chen became more polite.

"The boy knows some manners." Seeing that Xiao Chen was always humble, and always smiled at his rudeness, monk Zhishen complimented him very much.

"Master, please sit down quickly. If it comes to madness, you are number one in the world!" Nanfeng hurriedly invited the two to sit down, and then explained to Xiao Chen: "Master has always been so unrestrained, he is an outsider, Brother Xiao You must not be offended."

"I like to talk like this." Xiao Chen really didn't mind, but felt that the monk had a genuine temperament.

"It's no wonder that both of their sisters and brothers praise you. You're really smart. I heard you're good at writing? Come and listen to a poem." Monk Zhishen smiled admiringly, but it was also very charming.

"Please ask the master to make a proposition." Xiao Chen and Duanmu Nanqiao had a very happy conversation, and he was happy, so he drank a few more glasses, and now he was slightly drunk.

Seeing such a fun and interesting monk again, I became interested and wanted to chant poems to soothe my heart.

"Let's take the word Chun as the title." Monk Zhishen said casually.

"Thousands of miles of oriole crowing, green and red, water villages, mountains, country, wine and flags wind, four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many towers are in the mist and rain!"

Xiao Chen's casual words are eternal quatrains.

"Good good!" Duanmu Nanfeng praised.

"Amitabha!" Monk Zhishen was shocked, and finally recited a Buddha's name, "It's a good poem!"

"I'm showing my ugliness, just to attract others, and I ask the master to give me some advice." Xiao Chen said.

"Ah? This, this... the poor monk is not very proficient in poetry." Monk Zhishen was shocked by this statement, and immediately felt embarrassed, scratching his bald head, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Hahaha, Master, you asked Brother Xiao to compose a poem, and Brother Xiao did it without saying a word. You should also compose a poem with emotion and reason, otherwise it would be too much!" Duanmu Nanfeng was overjoyed.

"However... let the poor monk think carefully." Master Zhishen's face turned red.

Standing up and walking back and forth in the pavilion with hands behind their backs, brows furrowed, muttering something, obviously digging through their stomachs.

Suddenly he stomped his feet and shouted!

The two of them were taken aback, and they hurriedly listened.

"Chun calls the cat, the cat calls Chun, the more you listen to him, the more energetic you are!" Monk Zhishen shook his head and recited, listening to these two sentences was normal, but he didn't know that the next two sentences would be a surprise.

"The poor monk also has cats, so he dare not scream in front of others!"

Pooh! Duanmu Nanfeng just took a sip of wine, and before he swallowed it, he was shocked by the witty words and spewed them out!

Xiao Chen burst into tears from laughing!

As expected, it was the swan song of all ages, my little brother is willing to bow down!

Both of them laughed so hard that they couldn't speak, and they gave monk Zhishen a thumbs up.

"Amitabha, let's just take a look at it." Monk Zhishen smiled shyly.

Just serve the monk's quatrains with wine, and the three drank several glasses in a row!

Closer to home.

"Master, my sister sent a letter asking you to help Brother Xiao look at his face. She has always suspected that Brother Xiao is not a human being, but a fairy in the sky." Duanmu Nanfeng said solemnly.

It turned out that the monk he called just now was this monk Zhishen.

"Hehe, the two of you sister and brother are troublesome, so it counts, but if the calculation is earth-shattering, what should we do?" Monk Zhishen said calmly.

What's the meaning?

Xiao Chen and Duanmu looked at each other.

"I don't think it's better for everyone to pretend to be confused!" Monk Zhishen sighed, picked up a glass of wine and drank it down, with an unfathomable expression on his face.

"It turns out that the master really knows fortune-telling? Then I must ask for advice today... But I don't want to be a fool." Xiao Chen suspected that he was pretending.

"You are extremely talented and intelligent, why don't you understand the rare and confused truth?" Master Zhishen stared into Xiao Chen's eyes, as if he could see the depths of his heart.

"Please enlighten me." Xiao Chen insisted.

"Well, in the final analysis, it is fate that you and I meet each other. If we don't see each other today, we will see each other tomorrow. Sooner or later we will meet each other honestly." Monk Zhishen sighed again.

Slowly said: "The eyes are lost, the heart is lost, the east dragon, the day and the west dragon rain."

What does it mean?

Is it a poem or a gatha or a commandment?

"Strike the bell, drink wine, worry about the sea, and the blue fire blows the nest!"

This sentence is slightly obscure, and it feels esoteric and difficult to understand.

"The sky shines through the ages and there is no two blacks, and the remaining stars break through the moon and open the sky."

Duanmu Nanfeng understood this sentence, and couldn't help but gasped.

It’s fine if the sky shines through the ages, but what does it mean for the remnant star to break the moon and open the sky?

Proper anti-poetry.

Master, this is not fortune-telling, this is fatal!

Xiao Chen's chrysanthemum tightened, and his back felt cold.

My heart said shit!

This crazy monk can't really tell fortunes, can he?