Lord Buddha was stunned and looked at him: "Do you have to choose this one?"
Jiang Fan said: "From what you say, a name is just a title. I'll just pick one that suits my tongue, as long as it's comfortable."
Lord Buddha stared at him blankly for a long time: "But...why do I feel uncomfortable?"
"The problem with xinxing may be due to lack of spiritual practice." Jiang Fan raised a finger and said seriously.
Lord Buddha stupidly scratched his bald head, and finally looked at him and said, "They all said you were a bad boy, but now I believe it."
Jiang Fan didn't know why, but he didn't feel awe at all when facing this Buddha Lord. Instead, he seemed to see the fat master and found it so interesting and casual.
"They said, let them talk. You can keep your mouth shut, but you can still think in your heart. No matter whether it is tiring or not, you still have to be comfortable as a human being. I think you are right in this regard."
Lord Buddha shook his head: "But... you left me speechless."
Suddenly he showed an interesting expression: "It will be interesting if you go to debate the Bible that day."
Jiang Fan laughed: "It's definitely fun, but debating scriptures is not debating scriptures, it's more like sophistry."
Lord Buddha also laughed loudly and pointed at Jiang Fan: "It's funny, it's funny. I never thought that after a hundred years of being away, someone as interesting as you would appear in the Chinese race. Hey, bad boy, I heard that you have only been out for a few years. There are a lot of bad things, let’s talk about them.”
Jiang Fan looked him up and down: "You've heard it all, why do you want me to repeat it?"
Lord Buddha leaned forward and said, "It's different, it's different. It's more fun if you say it yourself."
Jiang Fan shook his head: "Buddha said, don't say it."
Lord Buddha rolled his eyes, and then smiled slightly: "He is indeed a bad boy, and he is still guarding me."
Jiang Fan looked at him: "An enemy or a friend?"
Lord Buddha thought for a moment: "There is a fat man, do you know him? He has a Taoist nose and a very big face. It seems... it seems..."
"Big cake?" Jiang Fan said blankly.
Lord Buddha clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, Dabi, it seems you know him. I have a good relationship with him."
Jiang Fan was surprised and said, "Are you friends with Dao Zun?"
Lord Buddha nodded repeatedly: "Good friend, back then he called me Bald Guy, and I called him Niubi. When we met, we would fight or have a drinking contest, but he never won."
Jiang Fan looked at him and snorted softly: "He said the same."
Lord Buddha said seriously: "Monks do not lie."
"He is also a monk." Jiang Fan said equally seriously.
Lord Buddha suddenly seemed amused: "Are you so partial to him? Are we on good terms with him?"
"My master, what do you think?"
Lord Buddha laughed, as if he was a little surprised: "Is Niubi accepting a disciple too?"
Jiang Fan snorted: "What, you are allowed to accept His Highness as your disciple, but my master cannot accept me?"
"No, no, I mean..." He was a little confused: "Why did I accept you like this..."
Jiang Fan was a little annoyed: "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? I'm fine!"
Lord Buddha suddenly felt even more funny, and rubbed his nose with joy: "It's fun, it's fun, a big pie face is not a good thing in itself, the old bad guy takes a little bad guy, let's see who is the more asshole, hahaha..."
Jiang Fan couldn't see that he was so happy, and curled his lips: "The old bald guy takes over the little bald guy, let's see who is balder."
Lord Buddha became more and more happy and couldn't stand upright. After a long while, he coughed: "Um... did Dabing tell you that we don't really want to deal with each other?"
Jiang Fan nodded: "I told you, you laughed at him for asking, but he ridiculed you for asking for help."
Lord Buddha hummed twice: "That's not a lie. We haven't dealt with each other since we were young. Otherwise, I originally wanted to practice Taoism. But when I heard that he had gone, I threw away my sleeves and went to practice Buddhism. I couldn't follow him anyway." "
Jiang Fan was stunned: "Is there such a thing? Are you two young?"
Lord Buddha shook his head repeatedly: "The causal relationship of the previous generation, don't talk about this, boy, you are not afraid of me dealing with you, after all... I am betting differently than him."
Jiang Fan was stunned: "A bet? What bet?"
Lord Buddha was stunned: "Eh? He didn't tell you?"
Jiang Fan shook his head in confusion: "No, you two are still gambling?"
Lord Buddha was a little surprised. His neat and slender eyebrows were raised slightly, and the corners of his eyes moved slightly: "...Uh... I haven't said it yet... I can't hold my breath anymore, tsk!"
He seemed to be a little annoyed and muttered: "I knew about the problem of gossiping, so I hid thousands of miles away, but I didn't expect that I was still not as deep as him, you old bastard!"
"Stop," Jiang Fan said quickly, "You two are of the same generation. I don't care or can't control you when you slander each other, but please explain this matter to me clearly. What does placing a bet mean?"
Lord Buddha seemed a little annoyed at his bald mouth and quickly shook his bald head: "It's not my place to talk about this matter. He will tell you when he feels the time is right."
Jiang Fan looked at him up and down with more and more confusion, and after a long time he snorted: "You older generation, you are all nagging, forget it, don't say it if you don't want to say it, but there is something you want to say, why twice?" Send me a message?"
The Lord Buddha said: "This is very simple. My disciple said that you are very unique. Please help me as long as I need to."
His disciple, of course, refers to the Second Emperor's Uncle. When he heard that the Second Emperor's Uncle had become a disciple, Jiang Fan was completely sure that this pearly bald man was the Buddha. After all, there was no chance for anyone else.
Jiang Fan felt very awkward just hearing what he said. What do you mean it's quite unique?
"Well, Your Majesty the Buddha, why did you go to the Western Regions in the first place?"
Lord Buddha leaned lazily on the railing and said, "Didn't I just say that? I was afraid that I would break my words."
"Is it because of this? What can I do if I tell you?"
"Don't ask this. Let me tell you another reason. I'm going to ask the Buddha. I want to see what's the difference between the clan's land and Chinese Buddhism."
Jiang Fan knew that there were some things that he couldn't ask, so he simply followed him and said, "What's the result?"
"The result? Like a bird, most of them practice Buddhism with a purpose, whether it is for martial arts, reputation, glory and wealth, anyway, they are not separated from fame and wealth. There are very few virtuous eminent monks who truly seek Buddhism and ask questions. There are so few, which is really unfortunate.”
"Then you will stay there for a hundred years?" Jiang Fan had doubts.
"I didn't think about it," said the Lord Buddha, who looked very annoyed. "I had been thinking a lot about some eminent monks discussing Buddhism. After I finished my work, I just wandered around, showed hands with people from the Western Regions, and learned something new. It would be good for me in the future. I had a long face in front of that damn fat man, but I didn't expect that while I was having fun, I was tricked by that scumbag Da Xitian, and was trapped in the Leiyin Palace for thirty years by a so-called six-character mantra formation. Damn it, grandma, I'm so angry. also……"
He was full of complaints and dissatisfaction, but Jiang Fan was extremely surprised. He thought that the Lord Buddha had not left and never came back, but he had gone and never came back.
This is interesting. Is there anyone else who can trap him? Jiang Fan couldn't help but curiously asked: "Who is that shady guy from Daxitian...?"
