Accompanied by this sound, a figure walked out of the door that was opened. This was also a monk. He was wearing a torn dress, straw sandals, the big thumb on his right foot, and the exposed...

This monk is fat and has a round belly.

There is a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

It's fine. He was still holding half of the chicken leg in his right hand, and there was a bite on the chicken leg, and the monk's mouth was also glistening...

If Dong Gan was here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this monk was the master he had met before, and he would like to criticize his life and be the uncommon master of Kang Gan!

When I saw this person, the monk and the monk holding sticks in the courtyard, all bowed to him.

“Have you met the abbot,”

"Abbot? Is this great monk the abbot?"

Not only Wang Kang, but also Zhou Qing and others were shocked. No matter how they looked like monks, he was still the host?

Wang Kang widened his eyes, looked at the monk, grabbed the chicken legs, took a big bite, and looked oily, and said in surprise: "Monk still eats meat?"

After hearing this, the monk stolen the chicken legs in his hand, threw away the bones at will, touched the oil in his mouth with his hand, and said, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart stayed in his heart."

"I have Buddha in my heart, so why should I stick to these forms of inaction?"

"Are you really the abbot of this small temple?" Wang Kang asked curiously.

"There is no size in the temple, only Foul,"

The monk nodded and said, "I am the abbot of this temple..."

"I don't know what the master's name is?" Li Qingman suddenly asked.

"The Dharma name is just a title... You can do anything you want to call me," the monk said with a smile: "But I like the title of Master very much."

Hearing this, Li Qingman was slightly stunned. She looked at the monk and always felt a little strange, as if she couldn't see through it.

The same is true for Wang Kang. The person in front of him looks like everything, but he doesn’t look like a monk.

Especially when he was saying a few words of Zen, he felt it was inconsistent, but it is undeniable that the monk's water quality was a little higher than the previous monk...

"Abbot, it was these people who wanted to occupy our temple, but now we are here to plan our bitter grass..."

The monk looked at Wang Kang and said, "I don't think I have to talk nonsense, just just drive away the sticks."

Upon hearing this, Wang Kang sneered: "What? I just want to fight martial arts when talking about Zen and writing. Do you really think I'm afraid you won't do it?"

"My people did offend before, but you guys are too heavy!"

The monk looked unhappy. Before discussing Zen, Wang Kang told him a few words, which made him very unwilling and said directly: "Then let's give it a try..."

"Don't say good things," the great monk stopped the monk, "Don't underestimate this young man, he is really not afraid of us,"

"Do you know me?" Wang Kang said in confusion.

"The Lord of Xinfeng County at the foot of Yuntai Mountain,"

The monk narrowed his eyes and smiled, "To be honest, we have some affinity..."

Before Wang Kang could speak, he continued, "The little donor came here because he was attracted by this bitter grass in my temple courtyard..."

"Since that's the case, why not discuss Zen and make a decision?"

After hearing this, Wang Kang sneered: "Master is trying to get back your face?"

"No, the little donor misunderstood,"

The monk smiled and said, "The donor's preface is quite insightful and meticulous. I just want to discuss it with him."

"I won, so you will give this bitter grass to me?"
Chapter completed!