On the platform outside the wooden house, a young monk with a handsome face and loose robes was sitting on the ground. He was holding a knife and concentrating on carving a finger-sized Buddha statue in his hand.
He was very focused and his face was very calm, as calm as lake water. Jiang Fan felt that it was very comfortable to look at him.
Especially her face, which was very delicate and delicate, coupled with her indifference, made him think that the rumored handsome disciple Ananda of the Buddha was nothing more than that.
While he was looking at it in a trance, the great monk surprised him as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Lord Buddha, senior brother is here."
The young monk paused slightly, raised his head and looked at Jiang Fan, with a peaceful smile in his eyes.
At this moment, Jiang Fan suddenly looked at the great monk: "Lord Buddha?"
The great monk just nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Yes, senior brother, please..."
Jiang Fan was confused. Isn't the great monk the Lord of the Southern Sect of Buddhism? But why did he call this young monk Lord Buddha?
While thinking about it, he turned around and saw the monk with a smile on his face, as if he were holding flowers like a Buddha. He was in a trance. In the trance, he felt inexplicably close to this person.
After concentrating for a moment, Jiang Fan went straight onto the wooden platform and sat cross-legged opposite the monk. Opening his mouth actually made the great monk's expression change slightly.
"Why...I feel like you've known me before?"
The young monk looked at him, his peaceful gaze slowly turning into admiration, but he opened his mouth and returned the surprise to Jiang Fan again.
"Xiao Ping An, when you grow up, you are so unworldly..."
This was not just an accident, it was a shock.
"You, who are you?"
The young monk said calmly: "I'm a poor monk...half-way."
Half a chance? Jiang Fan's pupils shrank and his eyes were sharp: "Is this the Dharma title? I want to know who you are in the imperial court!"
The young monk said with a smile: "Looking back at the flowers, I am half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. I have been a monk for many years and have never thought about the name of the Dharma. It was not until the collection of Xiaoyao poems came out that I finally thought about it. Isn't it destiny to drink and peck..."
Jiang Fan stared at him without saying a word. At this moment, his heart was filled with ups and downs. This person was not someone who took advantage of me. He was probably related to the imperial court. Calling out this nickname really made him wary.
The monk seemed to be thinking about himself and said slowly: "This poem is very good, but the poor monk has a different explanation. It is said that the poor monk's fate in this life is that half of him is a Taoist, and the other half is a woman. It is sad that it will not work out in the end. Yes, since that’s the case, it’s better to complete the Taoism...”
Jiang Fan's eyes suddenly widened: "Second Prince?!"
The monk chuckled and said, "Ping'an'er, shouldn't you call me Second Emperor's Uncle?"
Jiang Fan was shocked, it turned out to be him, it turned out to be him! According to rumors, Dazhou, who became a monk because of Meng Chanjuan, was infatuated with the second prince, his second uncle in this body!
Seeing his shocked expression, the monk said: "You are surprised, Xiaopingan."
Jiang Fan suddenly calmed down, "How to prove it?"
Seeing that he returned to normal so quickly, the monk couldn't help but nod in approval: "After all, he is the son of the eldest brother, an imperial dragon. He doesn't panic when things happen, which is good."
As he spoke, he took off an earring from his ear, took off a gem from it, stared at it for a moment, and then gently handed it to Jiang Fan.
"Peace, I think there is something on you that can place this thing."
Jiang Fan was shocked and looked at the thing in disbelief: "Are you one of the Seven Stars?"
He couldn't help but be surprised that this second uncle was actually one of the last two hidden gems on the lapis lazuli key.
"Yes, I am one of your protectors. Are you surprised or surprised?"
His eyes were a little narrow.
Jiang Fan's eyes were calm, but he took a deep breath secretly. He never expected that the sixth person of the prince would be his second uncle. This cheap man is really not simple.
"I see……"
As he spoke, he stood up and bowed to the ground: "Nephew, meet your uncle."
The monk chuckled and shook his head: "Sit down, sit down, I have become a monk, and I don't have so many secular rituals."
Jiang Fan sat down again and said, "Uncle, there are indeed rumors in the world that you became a monk because of Meng Chanjuan. This matter..."
The second prince said calmly: "It's true to become a monk, but it's not because of Meng Chanjuan, so don't worry, kid, what's yours is still yours, no one will snatch it from you, haha..."
Jiang Fan was a little embarrassed. It seemed that although this man was a monk, he was unusually well-informed.
"I just said that I am half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be you. My second uncle, half of it is for Taoism, and the other half is not for Meng Chanjuan, but for... Jun, the king of kings."
Jiang Fan was greatly moved. He had never expected that his poems would be interpreted by him in this way. Does the king of kings mean that the other half is for the king's affairs?
"Yes, it's exactly what you imagined." The second prince blinked.
Jiang Fan's heart is filled with ups and downs, half for cultivating Taoism, and half for king. Is this person also a tangled person?
Under the pure and peaceful gaze of the second prince, Jiang Fan felt that he had nothing to hide.
I heard the second prince say a little narrowly: "So, why do you say that you are good at writing poems? The second uncle did take a look back at the flowers. However, that little Chanjuan is indeed a rare and stunning beauty in the world. She is used as a poem." The excuse is very suitable, hahaha.”
He laughed very freely, and his laughter sounded very comfortable and clean.
Jiang Fan was a little embarrassed. It sounded like this second uncle was making fun of him.
But at this moment, he finally understood that the most romantic affair in the world, that the second prince of the imperial court became a monk because of Meng Chanjuan, was just an excuse. Half of the real reason why he became a monk was because of the king's affairs in the world, which was the arrangement of his father, and the other half was because of his devotion to the Buddha in his heart.
Prince...Ji Zongyi...Father, you are truly amazing.
The second prince blinked: "Your father is really great, so I support him."
Jiang Fan was stunned: "Why do you always know what I'm thinking?"
The second prince said: "Buddha's heart is clear, and my mind is empty. I can naturally feel your mood changes. It's not difficult to guess right with just a little guess."
Jiang Fan couldn't help but be wary. It seemed that he was still far behind in terms of city government.
The second prince guessed again: "No, no, you don't need it in front of me. Actually, I can only guess these things. There are many things about you that I can't guess at all."
"You guys, I can't guess either." Jiang Fan smiled bitterly and turned to look at the great monk. His expression was as usual, without any change. Obviously, he knew all this.
Seeing Jiang Fan's eyes turning towards him, the great monk nodded gently: "As my senior brother thought, the poor monk knows that if you ask me who I am, the second prince's guard commander, the crazy monk--Zhao Xutuo."
This was not surprising, but he didn't understand why one of these two people became the abbot of Thousand Buddha Temple and the other became the Buddha Lord.
"War general mad monk, abbot of Thousand Buddhas Temple, Lord of Light and Dark Buddha..." Jiang Fan sighed softly: "How did it come about..."
Zhao Xutuo knew that he had doubts in his heart, so he smiled and said: "Brother, there is no need to be doubtful. Just listen to my brother."
