Minghui was adopted by a pure place of Buddhism since he was a child. Apart from reading, writing, eating, fasting and chanting Buddha's name, he rarely had time to play. He knew the rules in the temple, so he was unavoidable and uneasy.
Master Zhitong was not angry at all, and his expression became more friendly. He personally answered Ningkang's question: "Little donor, we practice at Puji Temple in the inner city. Minghui has no friends of the same age in the temple. If you are free,
You can come and play with him often."
Minghui couldn't believe that her master was so easy to talk to. The other three children, who didn't know the inside story, weren't too surprised. After all, they had never failed in making friends.
The overjoyed look of the little monk Minghui made them feel particularly accomplished, and they soon went to the other side hand in hand to play.
Adults are not as innocent as children. Chong Xuzi easily saw through the sinister intentions of Master Zhitong and snorted: "Selling disciples for glory, the Buddhist family really has no moral integrity at all!"
In fact, he was secretly regretting it. If he had known it, he would have asked the disciples and grandsons in the Taoist temple to come out to accompany him. If he could make friends with the young master of the Cui family, why would he worry about his adults not coming to the temple?
The good thing about the first to get the moon near the water and the tower was once again taken over by Buddhism.
Even though Master Zhitong got an advantage, he didn't want to be obedient. He sent out a conciliatory signal with a smile: "Chong Xuzi, it's really boring for the two of us to argue. In the end, we have to listen to Master Cui's opinion."
He turned his head again and recited a Buddha's name to Cui Weizhen and others to apologize: "Amitabha, I made all the donors laugh."
Chong Xuzi realized that he had lost his composure and apologized together with the young Taoist priest, but there was a hint of grievance in his eyes.
Cui Weizhen was speechless. He just brought his family here to offer incense and have fun. Why did he suddenly become like Hoshiro?
Glancing at Zhen'er, she saw that this person was snickering.
Cui Weizhen sighed helplessly and said: "Two hosts, Cui has no intention of getting involved in the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism. Whether he is painting for Buddhism or Taoism, it all depends on his own interests. Both of them are monks and practice.
People, don’t be obsessed with anything.”
Master Zhitong looked ashamed, turned his beads and recited the Buddha's name;
Chong Xuzi looked like he was being taught, and then he invited: "Old Madam, Lord Cui, Madam Ning Guo, you haven't visited the library yet, I will take you there."
Master Zhitong: "..." A despicable and shameless old man!
Chong Xuzi was stroking his beard and the old god was there, looking like an immortal again.
After all, it was something that had been discussed a long time ago, and Ye Zhenzhen was very interested in Chong Xuzi’s Qi nourishing technique, so she agreed.
Aunt Cui did not join in the fun: "You go ahead. I was a little tired from walking just now, so I stayed and watched the children."
That's fine too.
Aunt Cui doesn't want to go, but there are still people who are ready to take action, such as Master Zhitong.
Master Zhitong was worried that Chong Xuzi would secretly seduce Magistrate Cui while he was not present, so he shamelessly came forward and said, "Chong Xuzi is hosting, I wonder if I am lucky enough to have a look?"
Although the exchanges between Buddhism and Taoism are now better than in the past, they are rival schools after all, and Taoist classics must not be leaked to Buddhists. Otherwise, how will Taoism gain the upper hand in future debates between the two schools?
Chong Xuzi declined his request very tactfully: "Master Zhitong, why don't you take a break for now and come to Japan to sit down and discuss Taoism with the master."
Master Zhitong didn't force it and stayed to give lectures to Aunt Cui.