Chapter 2620: edge
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"Go in, go in? Really, that Li Zhishen Buddhist disciple wouldn't mind?"
Listening to Zhang Yifeng's words, the headed young man was taken aback, and then his face showed excitement. Could it be possible that he could still talk to the legendary disciple in person.
"Naturally, I believe he won't mind. Come in with me."
Zhang Yifeng smiled and shook his head, and then led the three people into the yard openly.
The Buddhist disciples outside the yard watched Zhang Yifeng suddenly reappear from the outside, and then entered the yard with three new faces, and all of them showed stunned expressions for a while.
But the person they were waiting for was not Zhang Yifeng, so they only looked at Zhang Yifeng twice, and then withdrew their gazes.
After a long time, Zhishen with a tired look appeared from a distance, and then walked towards the courtyard with a helpless look.
But after not taking a few steps, Zhishen felt that someone around him was monitoring him, and the number of people was not small.
It's just this naked surveillance, what does the visitor mean, are you going to target him clearly?
Countless possibilities flashed in Zhishen's heart, and then when he was about to do it at any time, suddenly a figure rushed out of the dark.
Zhishen was so frightened that he almost cut it with a single knife, but Zhishen still didn't have the urge, because there was no killing intent on his body.
When the arrival came close, Zhishen looked at the admiration on the other's face, and knew what was going on in his heart.
He didn't expect that his fanatic fans would be so fanatical. At this time, he was just acting as his apprentice, and he was chased by so many Buddhist followers.
Finally, Zhishen had just escaped from left and right on the Buddha Heart Square before sneaking away from the Buddha Heart Square.
As a result, he returned to the front of the yard, but encountered an ambush again. If he knew that, it would be better to let Zhang Yifeng play this role.
However, Zhang Yifeng doesn't look like his appearance, and the most important thing is that Zhang Yifeng doesn't know the Dharma, let alone use the ring sword for a long time.
So the matter of acting as a disciple of Zhishen still has to be handed over to him.
Rubbing his forehead vigorously, Zhishen with a smile on his face helped a young Buddha who accidentally fell to the ground.
"Ahem, don't worry, I'll stand here and won't leave. How about any injuries from a fall?"
Zhishen's concerned voice warmed the hearts of the fallen young Buddhist disciples, and then shook his head quickly and signaled to Zhishen that he was okay.
"It’s okay. It’s better to go back early to rest and prepare for the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If you really like my Master, he will not want you to be in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony because of your love for my Master. It’s a bad place."
Zhishen said with a flushed face, but in fact, what he said to him in his heart still felt a bit crooked.
But this young Buddhist disciple, after listening to Zhishen's words, his eyes lit up slightly, then he stood up and hurriedly bowed to Zhishen, and then ran away without saying a word.
Zhishen frowned when he saw this, and muttered in his heart: "This person won't be a dumb man, tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that even a dumb man can be a Buddhist disciple now. It is really my Buddha's compassion."
Of course, these are Zhishen's words, he wouldn't say it in front of others, otherwise, wouldn't it be self-destructive.
Silently shook his head, and then Zhishen continued to walk to the yard. There was no fan rushing out of this circuit like the dumb Buddha just now.
Zhishen returned to the yard peacefully, but just stepped in and saw Zhang Yifengzheng sitting casually on the stone table in the yard, sipping the spiritual tea in his hand.
And beside Zhang Yifeng were three young Buddhists who had never seen him before. Seeing the look of these three admiring him, Zhishen didn't know that they were also his own fanatic fans.
But why did these people appear in the yard? Could it be that Zhang Yifeng had let them in?
Zhishen frowned at the thought, and looked at Zhang Yifeng, who was savouring spiritual tea before Shi Zhuo, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.
"Well, you are Master Li Zhishen, we just watched from the periphery of the Buddha's Heart Square, and we couldn't see your appearance clearly. Now that we are so close, we can finally see your face. Your appearance is indeed the same. Senior Zhishen was exactly the same when he was young!"
The young Buddhist disciple of Sanming saw Zhishen Zou entering the yard, and immediately walked forward, first carefully looked at Yan Zhishen, and then said with bright eyes.
"Oh? Have you ever seen how my master was when he was young?"
Zhishen raised his brows, and there were people who knew what he looked like when he was young, which was quite unexpected.
"Ahem, I don't know if Senior Zhishen told you that he once saved a painter. At that time, in order to thank Senior Zhishen for his life-saving grace, my father drew two volumes of portraits of Senior Zhishen on the spot."
"One was given to Senior Zhishen on the spot, and the other copy has been passed down in the painter's home to this day. I am a descendant of that painter's family, so I have seen the face of Senior Zhishen. It's a pity that scroll. Ben was lost during a migration in my family, otherwise it can be passed on forever."
The headed young man said with a helpless look that the loss of the picture scroll is not what his family hopes for, and if it can, he would naturally want to keep the picture scroll properly.
But Lingzhou is extremely chaotic. Often when they don't know it, the flames of war may burn to their sides, and they can't even ensure that they can save a scroll.
After listening to what the young man said, after thinking about it for a while, Zhishen suddenly remembered that there was indeed such a thing.
The painter was really vivid in his paintings, so he kept the scroll in his hands, but he didn't expect the fate of the past to meet the descendants of the painter again today.
The painter's painting skills have also reached the level of superb quality. Although he is not a monk or a Buddhist disciple, if his painting intention can be tempered, he can also become immortal through painting.
"My master once told me about this. You should be talking about this scroll."
After Zhishen said, after groping for a while in the storage ring, he saw a simple painting tube appeared in Zhishen's hands.
"Speaking of this thing, it is also related to you. Since the copy has been lost, the original will be handed over to you. I hope it can be properly preserved. Don't lose the face of your ancestor.
Zhishen said with a serious face, and then passed the picture scroll in his hand to the young Buddhist disciple in front of him.
The young Buddhist disciple looked at the painting tube in Zhishen's hand, with an incredible look in his eyes. This painting was actually still kept by Zhishen.
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"Go in, go in? Really, that Li Zhishen Buddhist disciple wouldn't mind?"
Listening to Zhang Yifeng's words, the headed young man was taken aback, and then his face showed excitement. Could it be possible that he could still talk to the legendary disciple in person.
"Naturally, I believe he won't mind. Come in with me."
Zhang Yifeng smiled and shook his head, and then led the three people into the yard openly.
The Buddhist disciples outside the yard watched Zhang Yifeng suddenly reappear from the outside, and then entered the yard with three new faces, and all of them showed stunned expressions for a while.
But the person they were waiting for was not Zhang Yifeng, so they only looked at Zhang Yifeng twice, and then withdrew their gazes.
After a long time, Zhishen with a tired look appeared from a distance, and then walked towards the courtyard with a helpless look.
But after not taking a few steps, Zhishen felt that someone around him was monitoring him, and the number of people was not small.
It's just this naked surveillance, what does the visitor mean, are you going to target him clearly?
Countless possibilities flashed in Zhishen's heart, and then when he was about to do it at any time, suddenly a figure rushed out of the dark.
Zhishen was so frightened that he almost cut it with a single knife, but Zhishen still didn't have the urge, because there was no killing intent on his body.
When the arrival came close, Zhishen looked at the admiration on the other's face, and knew what was going on in his heart.
He didn't expect that his fanatic fans would be so fanatical. At this time, he was just acting as his apprentice, and he was chased by so many Buddhist followers.
Finally, Zhishen had just escaped from left and right on the Buddha Heart Square before sneaking away from the Buddha Heart Square.
As a result, he returned to the front of the yard, but encountered an ambush again. If he knew that, it would be better to let Zhang Yifeng play this role.
However, Zhang Yifeng doesn't look like his appearance, and the most important thing is that Zhang Yifeng doesn't know the Dharma, let alone use the ring sword for a long time.
So the matter of acting as a disciple of Zhishen still has to be handed over to him.
Rubbing his forehead vigorously, Zhishen with a smile on his face helped a young Buddha who accidentally fell to the ground.
"Ahem, don't worry, I'll stand here and won't leave. How about any injuries from a fall?"
Zhishen's concerned voice warmed the hearts of the fallen young Buddhist disciples, and then shook his head quickly and signaled to Zhishen that he was okay.
"It’s okay. It’s better to go back early to rest and prepare for the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If you really like my Master, he will not want you to be in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony because of your love for my Master. It’s a bad place."
Zhishen said with a flushed face, but in fact, what he said to him in his heart still felt a bit crooked.
But this young Buddhist disciple, after listening to Zhishen's words, his eyes lit up slightly, then he stood up and hurriedly bowed to Zhishen, and then ran away without saying a word.
Zhishen frowned when he saw this, and muttered in his heart: "This person won't be a dumb man, tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that even a dumb man can be a Buddhist disciple now. It is really my Buddha's compassion."
Of course, these are Zhishen's words, he wouldn't say it in front of others, otherwise, wouldn't it be self-destructive.
Silently shook his head, and then Zhishen continued to walk to the yard. There was no fan rushing out of this circuit like the dumb Buddha just now.
Zhishen returned to the yard peacefully, but just stepped in and saw Zhang Yifengzheng sitting casually on the stone table in the yard, sipping the spiritual tea in his hand.
And beside Zhang Yifeng were three young Buddhists who had never seen him before. Seeing the look of these three admiring him, Zhishen didn't know that they were also his own fanatic fans.
But why did these people appear in the yard? Could it be that Zhang Yifeng had let them in?
Zhishen frowned at the thought, and looked at Zhang Yifeng, who was savouring spiritual tea before Shi Zhuo, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.
"Well, you are Master Li Zhishen, we just watched from the periphery of the Buddha's Heart Square, and we couldn't see your appearance clearly. Now that we are so close, we can finally see your face. Your appearance is indeed the same. Senior Zhishen was exactly the same when he was young!"
The young Buddhist disciple of Sanming saw Zhishen Zou entering the yard, and immediately walked forward, first carefully looked at Yan Zhishen, and then said with bright eyes.
"Oh? Have you ever seen how my master was when he was young?"
Zhishen raised his brows, and there were people who knew what he looked like when he was young, which was quite unexpected.
"Ahem, I don't know if Senior Zhishen told you that he once saved a painter. At that time, in order to thank Senior Zhishen for his life-saving grace, my father drew two volumes of portraits of Senior Zhishen on the spot."
"One was given to Senior Zhishen on the spot, and the other copy has been passed down in the painter's home to this day. I am a descendant of that painter's family, so I have seen the face of Senior Zhishen. It's a pity that scroll. Ben was lost during a migration in my family, otherwise it can be passed on forever."
The headed young man said with a helpless look that the loss of the picture scroll is not what his family hopes for, and if it can, he would naturally want to keep the picture scroll properly.
But Lingzhou is extremely chaotic. Often when they don't know it, the flames of war may burn to their sides, and they can't even ensure that they can save a scroll.
After listening to what the young man said, after thinking about it for a while, Zhishen suddenly remembered that there was indeed such a thing.
The painter was really vivid in his paintings, so he kept the scroll in his hands, but he didn't expect the fate of the past to meet the descendants of the painter again today.
The painter's painting skills have also reached the level of superb quality. Although he is not a monk or a Buddhist disciple, if his painting intention can be tempered, he can also become immortal through painting.
"My master once told me about this. You should be talking about this scroll."
After Zhishen said, after groping for a while in the storage ring, he saw a simple painting tube appeared in Zhishen's hands.
"Speaking of this thing, it is also related to you. Since the copy has been lost, the original will be handed over to you. I hope it can be properly preserved. Don't lose the face of your ancestor.
Zhishen said with a serious face, and then passed the picture scroll in his hand to the young Buddhist disciple in front of him.
The young Buddhist disciple looked at the painting tube in Zhishen's hand, with an incredible look in his eyes. This painting was actually still kept by Zhishen.
"Go in, go in? Really, that Li Zhishen Buddhist disciple wouldn't mind?"Listening to Zhang Yifeng's words, the headed young man was taken aback, and then his face showed excitement. Could it be possible that he could still talk to the legendary disciple in person."Naturally, I believe he won't mind. Come in with me."Zhang Yifeng smiled and shook his head, and then led the three people into the yard openly.The Buddhist disciples outside the yard watched Zhang Yifeng suddenly reappear from the outside, and then entered the yard with three new faces, and all of them showed stunned expressions for a while.But the person they were waiting for was not Zhang Yifeng, so they only looked at Zhang Yifeng twice, and then withdrew their gazes.After a long time, Zhishen with a tired look appeared from a distance, and then walked towards the courtyard with a helpless look.But after not taking a few steps, Zhishen felt that someone around him was monitoring him, and the number of people was not small.It's just this naked surveillance, what does the visitor mean, are you going to target him clearly?Countless possibilities flashed in Zhishen's heart, and then when he was about to do it at any time, suddenly a figure rushed out of the dark.Zhishen was so frightened that he almost cut it with a single knife, but Zhishen still didn't have the urge, because there was no killing intent on his body.When the arrival came close, Zhishen looked at the admiration on the other's face, and knew what was going on in his heart.He didn't expect that his fanatic fans would be so fanatical. At this time, he was just acting as his apprentice, and he was chased by so many Buddhist followers.Finally, Zhishen had just escaped from left and right on the Buddha Heart Square before sneaking away from the Buddha Heart Square.As a result, he returned to the front of the yard, but encountered an ambush again. If he knew that, it would be better to let Zhang Yifeng play this role.However, Zhang Yifeng doesn't look like his appearance, and the most important thing is that Zhang Yifeng doesn't know the Dharma, let alone use the ring sword for a long time.So the matter of acting as a disciple of Zhishen still has to be handed over to him.Rubbing his forehead vigorously, Zhishen with a smile on his face helped a young Buddha who accidentally fell to the ground."Ahem, don't worry, I'll stand here and won't leave. How about any injuries from a fall?"Zhishen's concerned voice warmed the hearts of the fallen young Buddhist disciples, and then shook his head quickly and signaled to Zhishen that he was okay."It's okay. It's better to go back early to rest and prepare for the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If you really like my Master, he will not want you to be in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony because of your love for my Master. It's a bad place."Zhishen said with a flushed face, but in fact, what he said to him in his heart still felt a bit crooked.But this young Buddhist disciple, after listening to Zhishen's words, his eyes lit up slightly, then he stood up and hurriedly bowed to Zhishen, and then ran away without saying a word.Zhishen frowned when he saw this, and muttered in his heart: "This person won't be a dumb man, tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that even a dumb man can be a Buddhist disciple now. It is really my Buddha's compassion."Of course, these are Zhishen's words, he wouldn't say it in front of others, otherwise, wouldn't it be self-destructive.Silently shook his head, and then Zhishen continued to walk to the yard. There was no fan rushing out of this circuit like the dumb Buddha just now.Zhishen returned to the yard peacefully, but just stepped in and saw Zhang Yifengzheng sitting casually on the stone table in the yard, sipping the spiritual tea in his hand.And beside Zhang Yifeng were three young Buddhists who had never seen him before. Seeing the look of these three admiring him, Zhishen didn't know that they were also his own fanatic fans.But why did these people appear in the yard? Could it be that Zhang Yifeng had let them in?Zhishen frowned at the thought, and looked at Zhang Yifeng, who was savouring spiritual tea before Shi Zhuo, with a look of helplessness in his eyes."Well, you are Master Li Zhishen, we just watched from the periphery of the Buddha's Heart Square, and we couldn't see your appearance clearly. Now that we are so close, we can finally see your face. Your appearance is indeed the same. Senior Zhishen was exactly the same when he was young!"The young Buddhist disciple of Sanming saw Zhishen Zou entering the yard, and immediately walked forward, first carefully looked at Yan Zhishen, and then said with bright eyes."Oh? Have you ever seen how my master was when he was young?"Zhishen raised his brows, and there were people who knew what he looked like when he was young, which was quite unexpected."Ahem, I don't know if Senior Zhishen told you that he once saved a painter. At that time, in order to thank Senior Zhishen for his life-saving grace, my father drew two volumes of portraits of Senior Zhishen on the spot.""One was given to Senior Zhishen on the spot, and the other copy has been passed down in the painter's home to this day. I am a descendant of that painter's family, so I have seen the face of Senior Zhishen. It's a pity that scroll. Ben was lost during a migration in my family, otherwise it can be passed on forever."The headed young man said with a helpless look that the loss of the picture scroll is not what his family hopes for, and if it can, he would naturally want to keep the picture scroll properly.But Lingzhou is extremely chaotic. Often when they don't know it, the flames of war may burn to their sides, and they can't even ensure that they can save a scroll.After listening to what the young man said, after thinking about it for a while, Zhishen suddenly remembered that there was indeed such a thing.The painter was really vivid in his paintings, so he kept the scroll in his hands, but he didn't expect the fate of the past to meet the descendants of the painter again today.The painter's painting skills have also reached the level of superb quality. Although he is not a monk or a Buddhist disciple, if his painting intention can be tempered, he can also become immortal through painting."My master once told me about this. You should be talking about this scroll."After Zhishen said, after groping for a while in the storage ring, he saw a simple painting tube appeared in Zhishen's hands."Speaking of this thing, it is also related to you. Since the copy has been lost, the original will be handed over to you. I hope it can be properly preserved. Don't lose the face of your ancestor.Zhishen said with a serious face, and then passed the picture scroll in his hand to the young Buddhist disciple in front of him.The young Buddhist disciple looked at the painting tube in Zhishen's hand, with an incredible look in his eyes. This painting was actually still kept by Zhishen.
