Chen Meng was also shocked. The old monk's gentle eyes made him feel very sharp, just like two sharp knives that instantly pierced all his defenses, leaving him feeling like he had nowhere to hide.

Depend on!!

This old monk is like an old Taoist priest.

"Master." Al quickly imitated Chen Meng's appearance and saluted with one hand.

"You are welcome to be polite to the female donor."

The old monk returned a bow and then looked at Albert again.

Chen Meng was a little unhappy with his strange eyes. The old monk looked at him just now and was shocked. Now he looked like this again.

Previous life.

Many monks and Taoists like to pretend to be a god and cheat money.

Could it be that this old monk is the same?

"Master, what's wrong with my female companion? Why do you think of her like that?" Chen Meng asked directly.

"Don't get me wrong. I just saw that this female donor has red lips and white teeth, round forehead and wide forehead, high and straight nose, fullness and fullness. This is the appearance of many children and wealth, and wealth, so I took a look at it twice." The old monk said.

"Thank you for your praise, Master." Al was very happy.

Chen Meng was a little disdainful. The old monk's eyes were indeed a bit evil. He thought he was a monk who had gained enlightenment and was also a monk who cheated money.

"Does the donor not believe it?"

The old monk saw that Chen Meng was disdainful, so he smiled and said to Al, "Sister donor, please come in, I will show you the palmistry."

After saying that.

He sat cross-legged on the futon.

Al hurried into the hall and looked at the old monk in confusion.

"Please sit down with a female donor." The old monk reached out and signaled.

"Master, there are no seats here." Al was puzzled.

"As long as you don't dislike it, you can sit wherever you look." said the old monk.

Oh!!

I started to talk about Zen and fool things again.

Chen Meng followed in, "Master, according to your wishes, can I sit there too?"

He pointed to the altar.

The little monk who was sorting out the altar changed his face when he heard this, "How can the donor be so arrogant? It is the incense table dedicated to the Buddha, and no one can blaspheme it."

"Clear and clean, don't be rude." The old monk scolded.

"Yes, Master." The little monk bent down to salute.

"There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so where can dust be caused... The name is good, but unfortunately the little master did not understand the true meaning of Zen Master Huineng." Chen Meng said lightly.

"The donor is indeed a person who is a destined to be with me Buddha. He actually knows the verses of Zen Master Huineng." The old monk was surprised.

"The verse of Zen Master Huineng is well known to everyone, and I know nothing strange. Master doesn't have to be surprised." Chen Meng was a little disdainful.

I always have a connection with my Buddha.

A typical charlatan opening remark.

He forgot that it was the 1990s and consulting was not well developed. This verse is not known much except for those who are interested in Buddhism or those who have studied ancient culture and poetry.

It was only later that the Internet became more developed that this verse was widely circulated.

"Since the donor knows this verse, I believe he also knows the wonderful Buddhist principles contained in this verse?" asked the old monk.

"Of course I know that Bodhi is an enlightenment. There is no tree to speak of. My heart is like a mirror, and where does it come from? There is nothing at all, so how can I get the dust off?" Chen Meng replied.

"The donor's answer is indeed very correct, so I said that the female donor has a clear heart, so why bother to care whether this is the floor or the chair? Just sit down." The old monk smiled.

Well?

Chen Meng was stunned, "The master is very good at defending."

Aside.

El looked at Chen Meng with stars. She knew that Chen Meng was very talented. The last time the two discussed the Capital Theory made her look at her with admiration. Later, she and her brother told Chen Meng's theory several times, which was used to persuade her brother not to be stubborn and fight with the boss. If she should show weakness, she would show weakness. If she took a step back, she would make a broader sky.

My brother listened, and with the efforts of the lawyer, he saved me from prison.

Although he lost all his property, Al was very grateful to Chen Meng.

This is also the most fundamental reason why she and Chen Meng went to bed.

Half grateful, half attracted by his talent.

Unexpectedly, Chen Meng gave her another great surprise. He actually understood the mysterious Buddhist teachings and had a reasonable and well-founded debate with this seemingly unfathomable monk.

"However, I remember that there is another half of this verse. Its body is like a Bodhi tree and its heart is like a mirror platform. It is always wiped frequently to avoid dust... I wonder how to solve this?" Chen Meng said.

"Oh? The donor actually knows this verse, can he know its origin?" The old monk was surprised.

"Of course I know that this is the answer to Zen Master Shen Xiu, the fifth disciple of Zen Master Hongren, who is the fifth disciple of Zen Master Hongren. Unfortunately, this verse is not recognized by Zen Master Hongren. Instead, Huineng, who is ignorant of big words, wrote the previous verse. It was deeply satisfied with Zen Master Hongren and passed the robe and bowl to him. After that, Zen Master Huineng inherited the Dongshan Dharma lineage, established the Southern School, and became the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism." Chen Meng said.

This knowledge can be seen everywhere on the Internet in later generations and is not a secret.

But in modern times, few people who know except for Buddhist children know about it.

No wonder the old monk was shocked after hearing this, "Donor, you have such a deep relationship with my Buddha, how can you not enter Buddhism?"

"Master, Master Shenxiu's verse says that a human body is like a Bodhi tree, with roots, and the mind is like a mirror platform, open and bright, but a mirror sometimes becomes dull, so we have to wipe it in the market so that it will not cause dust and hide the nature of light... My heart has a mirror, so I told the master very brightly that greed for money and lust is my roots. I will often take out my roots and let beautiful women help wipe it to avoid rust, so I have no chance with the Buddhists, sorry." Chen Meng said righteously.

ignorance!!

suddenly.

A sharp sneer came.

Chen Meng turned his head, but he was wearing a plaid suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His hair was combed into a middle part, less than 1.7 meters long, but his face was sneered by a handsome young white face.

What made Chen Meng even more disliked was that this guy was holding a folding fan in his hand, and the cold weather was holding a folding fan in his hand. What a slutty bag? Chen Meng raised his eyebrows, "This little white-faced brother, I don't seem to have messed with you. Everyone has never known each other, why bother me to fart."

Suddenly.

The little white face turned red, "You are just farting. For the first time, I heard someone use Zen Master Shenxiu's verses to defend his greed for money and lust."

"I heard the sound of the little white-faced brother farts. He must be a foreigner. He even forgot his roots. Don't debate with me about any Buddhist verses here. I'm afraid that you can't even fart you if I say it." Chen Meng sneered.

This little white face clearly looks like a Chinese person, but she is not as smooth as Al's speech in a stiff Chinese language.
Chapter completed!