Xu Yan saw that Xing Xingchen's grandfather had walked to a high platform, and everyone else was waiting below the high platform.
A man in monk's robes, carrying something like an alms bowl, golden in color, respectfully brought it to Grandpa Xu Yan.
Xu Yan's grandfather washes his hands.
I go.
Xu Yan had heard something before, once you enter a rich family, you will be as deep as the sea.
Are these rules really numerous, cumbersome, and feudal and superstitious? Or are they the loss of morality and the loss of human nature?
Mu Wan looked at the monk and Xing Xingchen's grandfather muttering, what the two were talking about. Then, the monk nodded, looked at her, walked over, and said in a deep voice: "Master, please come with me.
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Xu Yan didn't know why he called her, it was probably related to some ancestor.
She hasn't done many good things in her life, but she hasn't done many bad things either, so she's quite open-minded and lets her go.
"Okay." Xu Yan said and followed the master to the room inside.
"Master, just write down a word in a moment." The monk said, taking out the brush and handing it to Xu Yan.
Xu Yan took the brush and looked at the inkstone. She found that there was no water in it, let alone ink. She looked at the monk and said, "Is there a water brush? No, a pencil will do too."
"I don't have these here, only writing brushes." The monk said.
Xu Yan raised a smile. "Actually, I know that you did this on purpose. You want to see my temperament, whether I have good patience and a good temper. Where is the water? I will polish the ink."
"Master, I don't have water here," the monk said.
Xu Yan looked at him and put down her brush. "Don't you want a word? Then I won't write it. I can just tell you now."
"Master, Tang Monk, Master and Disciple, Sun Wukong can send them to the Buddhist Pearl in the West with just a somersault, why do they have to walk a hundred and eight thousand miles and go through eighty-one hardships?" the monk asked kindly.
Xu Yan raised a smile and said, "Because, if it were not written like this, it would become one of the three masterpieces. Also, TV dramas nowadays charge based on the number of episodes. If you don't do this, how can you make money?"
Monk: "..."
"Master's view is very unique," the monk said.
Xu Yan sat down directly on the chair, "Master, actually I also know that you are observing me on behalf of their ancestors. Your views and opinions are very important and may be related to my marriage. To tell you the truth, I
She is not their real daughter-in-law, that is to say, she will eventually get married, and she will eventually get divorced. If you say that I am not suitable, they will have to find another one. According to human nature, they will not be happy. After all, they found me.
If you say it's suitable, they will definitely be happy, feel comfortable, and feel relieved, because after all, they found me after searching for a long time, so, master, do you know what to do?"
The monk raised a smile and said, "Monks do not tell lies. I will only tell the truth. After all, life is like a mirror, everything can be shown. What I can do is to use my ability to tell the truth."
"Then, does it have to be written with a brush?" Xu Yan didn't want to talk nonsense to him. After all, they were so respectful to Xing Xingchen's grandfather, and they had to work and eat.
"I'm afraid yes, you have to solve the water problem yourself."
"Heh." Xu Yan chuckled, "As long as you don't mind being dirty."
She spit a few mouthfuls of saliva into the inkstone and began to grind the ink, muttering to herself: "How can a living person let a bird suffocate to death? If this little ink is not enough, I just want to go to the toilet, I can
You won’t be able to use up the water for your ink in a month.”
Monk: "..."
Xu Yan thought about something funny and deliberately teased the monk: "Master, do you need it? I can be a good person and do my best to send the Buddha to the West."
"Thank you, Master, for taking the trouble. I can do it myself. I like the feeling of grinding ink."
Xu Yan immediately handed the ink stick to the monk and said with a smile: "Since you like it so much, I also heard your subtext. A gentleman does not take what others like, so, master, you must remember that I am a gentleman. This
Please help me with ink."
Monk: "..."
Why does he feel that he has been tricked by this weird female master in front of him?
Xu Yan watched the monk grinding the ink, thinking about what words to write. After thinking about it, she asked the monk: "After I write the words, do you want to explain it to me?"
"Master, if you want, I will explain it to you, but it's up to you whether you believe it or not." The monk said calmly.
Xu Yan stared at him, "How old are you? I find that looking at you like this, you are quite handsome. Did you shave your bald head very early in the Mediterranean Sea and had to do it, or did you shave it off on purpose?"
Monk: "..."
"The poor monk has been a monk since he was a child. Master, you can write now." The monk reminded.
Xu Yan picked up the pen and wrote each word. Then she put down the brush and asked the monk, "What's the explanation?"
The monk looked at Xu Yan, and for some reason, his attitude suddenly became respectful, and he said to Xu Yan: "I just interpret it literally. The master is a good man of the Xing family. He will spread the branches and make the Xing family ascend to the unprecedented level."
A peak that will never be seen again."
Xu Yan smiled, "Spread the leaves for Xing Xingchen? Haha, you are such a monk, hahahahaha."
Xu Yan didn't say the rest of the sentence. If she believed what a man said, sows would climb trees, and this monk happened to be a real man.
It is impossible for her to give birth to a child for Xing Xingchen, and yet she can spread her wings and reach the pinnacle of her life, which is hilarious.
"Thank you, Master, for your explanation. It's really amazing. Well, it seems that the idiom is used incorrectly. It's really amazing. I was shocked. I've finished writing now, can I go?" Xu Yan said casually.
"Master, please, I will take you out," the monk said.
Xu Yan followed the monk out and found Xing Xingchen who was sitting and listening to another monk's Zen lecture.
She sat next to him and said, "How filthy your soul is. You wash it every day, but you don't see how open-minded you are."
"You attack people as soon as you come out, you are open-minded." Xing Xingchen said rudely.
"Didn't I come here to accept the spiritual cleansing arranged by you? You still have this hobby, young people, you must believe in science, any superstition, basically, well... Look at Qin Shiwang, pursuing the art of immortality, death
It's earlier than the average person." Xu Yan said with a smile.
Xing Xingchen saw his grandfather following the monk in. He glanced at Xu Yan and said with a serious expression: "I won't talk to you about this nonsense. What did the monk say to you?"
"You said that magic stick, he asked me to write without water, so I sprinkled some water on him, and then wrote a word casually. He said that I was a good man of the Xing family, and that I could spread the branches and let the Xing family ascend to the throne.
It has reached a peak that is unprecedented and unmatched. Are you talking nonsense?" Xu Yan said without believing it at all.
Surprise flashed in Xing Xingchen's eyes, and he asked cautiously and seriously: "He really said that?"