Zen Master Dabei, Iron-shouldered Monk, Honest Monk, and Master Balsam Pear are the four famous divine monks in the world.
The honest monk, ranked third among the four great monks, claims to never lie in his life. His actions are mysterious and his words often reveal Zen meanings.
Unlike the other three great monks who practice in their own temples, Monk Lao Shi does not have a fixed place to practice. He can be seen everywhere in the world, but few people can see his true body.
Lu Xiaofeng knows Monk Lao Shi. Not only do they know each other, they are also friends.
Since they are friends, there is always a way to find each other when needed.
So Song Xing found Lu Xiaofeng.
Lu Xiaofeng was a little surprised to hear that Song Xing was looking for Monk Honest.
Because he thought that Song Xing would look for Ximen Chuixue, the bandit commander Chu Liuxiang, a few divine swords from Tianjian Palace, or even Wudang Mu Taoist, but he never thought that what Song Xing was looking for would be a monk.
"Are you a Taoist priest?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.
Song Xing shook his head. Although Chu Luozhao once dressed as a Taoist priest, he was not a Taoist priest.
"Do you have a grudge against Monk Honest?" Lu Xiaofeng asked again.
Song Xing shook his head again.
Lu Xiaofeng became a little curious now: "That's strange. The honest monk has no property. He can neither tell fortunes nor pray for blessings. Although his kung fu is so-so, he is far from Ximen Chuixue's opponent. I really can't figure it out. You What are you doing with him?"
Song Xing picked up the wine bottle at hand, poured himself another glass, and then said, "I need the honest monk to take me to find someone."
Lu Xiaofeng finally couldn't help laughing.
He felt that the man in front of him, although he looked stern, was actually an interesting person.
"You want to find Monk Honest just to ask him to help you find someone?"
Song Xing nodded: "To be precise, I want him to take me to a place to meet someone."
Lu Xiaofeng heard clearly, then pointed at herself and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
"I know." Song Xing drank the wine in his hand and said.
Lu Xiaofeng asked again: "Then do you know that I, Lu Xiaofeng, love making friends the most? I know at least half of the famous people in the world."
Lu Xiaofeng didn't lie. Lu Xiaofeng, who has four eyebrows, has friends all over the world. His ability to make friends and his ability to cause trouble are both outstanding.
"If the person you are looking for is from the world, then I know most of them," Lu Xiaofeng said and pointed at Sikong Zhaixing, "Even if I don't know someone, he probably does. You really don't need to find an honest monk."
Lu Xiaofeng's words are also true.
In addition to his good martial arts skills and good drinking ability, he is also very thick-skinned and is rarely matched by others.
Once a person has a thick skin, it will go more smoothly whether making friends or doing other things.
In addition, he was born to be nosy and attached great importance to love and righteousness. He could be said to respond to everything in the world and had friends everywhere.
Lu Xiaofeng felt that Song Xing was so strange. His qinggong was better than that of Sikong Zhaixing, and his swordsmanship was comparable to that of Ximen Chuixue. Such a person never appeared in the world.
It's so weird.
Hearing what Lu Xiaofeng said, Song Xing still shook his head and said, "You don't know the person I'm looking for, and neither does Sikong Zhaixing. Only an honest monk knows where he is."
Lu Xiaofeng was so curious that she couldn't help but ask, "Who are you looking for?"
Song Xing looked at him and said, "Take me to Monk Honest and you will know."
Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Sikong Zhaixing and said nothing, but Sikong Zhaixing knew that Lu Xiaofeng's damn curiosity had reared its head again.
...
Lu Xiaofeng didn't lie. He had friends all over the world, and he could always find anyone quickly if he wanted.
When I met Monk Lao Shi, he was sitting in front of a dilapidated temple outside the city, gnawing on a steamed bun in his hand.
The ordinary steamed buns tasted like delicacies to him.
Seeing Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing, Honest Monk stuffed the leftover steamed buns into his arms as if nothing had happened, stood up and left.
Lu Xiaofeng shouted: "Monk, stop."
The honest monk seemed to have suddenly lost his hearing. Not only did he not stop, he also accelerated his pace.
As soon as a figure flashed, Sikong Zhaixing appeared in front of the honest monk and blocked his way.
Out of curiosity, who did Song Xing go through such trouble to find, so he followed him.
The honest monk sighed and turned around helplessly.
He doesn't look very old, but he is born with a bitter face, dull eyes, and a simple and honest expression, which makes people think that he is quite old.
Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward and said, "You saw your friend coming, why did you run away?"
The honest monk clasped his hands together: "What the monk sees is only trouble."
Lu Xiaofeng said: "Aren't monks just there to resolve people's troubles?"
The honest monk pointed at Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing: "You are trouble, you are also trouble," and then pointed at Song Xing, "If you can come forward together, it must be a big trouble."
"Monk is hungry now and just wants to eat steamed buns in peace. Can you just pretend you haven't seen me?"
Lu Xiaofeng shook her head decisively: "No."
Then he pointed at Song Xing and said, "I'm just following to watch the fun, not troublesome. He is the one who wants to trouble you."
Song Xing took a step forward and said, "I heard that the honest monk never told lies in his life?"
The honest monk said: "A monk never lies."
Song Xing looked at the honest face in front of him and said, "Can you ask the monk to take me to find someone?"
The honest monk said: "If you want to find someone, the two people behind the donor are much more capable than me."
Song Xing shook his head and said, "I don't know this person, Lu Xiaofeng."
If you don't even know it, you won't be able to find it.
The honest monk seemed a little surprised: "If you don't even know Lu Xiaofeng, then of course the monk doesn't know him either."
"That's not necessarily the case," Song Xing stared at the honest monk meaningfully and said, "The person I'm looking for is called Wu Ming. You can also call him little old man."
The honest monk's expression changed.
After reciting the Buddha's name, the honest monk lowered his head and remained silent.
Lu Xiaofeng, who was behind Song Xing, was surprised. Song Xing didn't lie. He did not know this person named Wu Ming, but the honest monk's behavior clearly showed that he knew Wu Ming.
Song Xing looked at the honest monk and said slowly: "Is it possible that the monk doesn't know the little old man?"
The honest monk's face seemed to be even more bitter, but he still closed his mouth tightly and said nothing.
Without saying a word, the honest monk's steps were not slow. With a flash of gray shadow, he had already bypassed Sikong Zhaixing and ran in the direction of no one.
Monk Lao Shi's actions were somewhat beyond Sikong Zhaixing's expectations. By the time he reacted, Monk Lao Shi had already run ten feet away.
The honest monk running wildly with his head down, the back of him performing Qinggong is not as graceful and elegant as Sikong Zhaixing, it can even be said to be a bit ugly, but his speed is not slow at all.
