The Zen Master Xun combined the ten words: "Although the tattoo is good, it has a fatal flaw. The person who stabs you on will not have greater ability to give it a spirit that matches it. Chinese famous paintings, such as the preface of the Lanting Collection, and the Qingming Shanghe Painting all have a spirit that matches its temperament. The preface of the Lanting Collection is as fluttering as an immortal, and the Qingming Shanghe Painting is rich and graceful. This reflects the spirit of an era. Without spirit, famous paintings cannot be called famous paintings. Otherwise, those painters in the market will copy a picture at will, and it will still be lifelike. Without spirit, they are the biggest difference."

"Master, I have good eyesight! So my problem is still because of the lack of mentality of tattoos?" Chen Huayao asked hurriedly.

The Unreal Zen Master sat back on the chair and looked at a whirlpool pattern in the middle of his spine on his back without looking at it. He twisted the Buddhist beads with his hands and said, "The so-called peak when you were twenty years old is not the real peak, it is just a small peak at best. Find someone who can give this tattoo the true spirit, and then you will gain weight exponentially. By perfecting this tattoo, it will also eliminate the demonic nature in you, thus achieving success, benefiting society, saving the world, and seeking benefits for the people."

"It turns out that the master came to enlighten me today. I thank you here." Chen Huayao woke up for a moment and hurriedly clasped his tribute to the Zen master: "Can the master reveal who can give the tattoo spirit?"

"That person must be the fate of Tiansha Guxing, and at the same time he must be proficient in Buddhist principles and abilities. But who else is Tiansha Guxing under the world?"

"This...if I can't find anyone, can't I lose weight until I was twenty-five?"

The Xuli Zen Master closed his eyes and said, "I am already exhausted today, so you go."

"Master, Master?"

The Zen Master Xuli sat upright on a chair, his hair and beard were folded down, and his light was introverted, and he was no different from an old man who was about to die and was in a dull and dying state. He said, "I have something to ask for, and I hope the donor will agree."

Chen Huayao hurriedly patted his chest and shouted, "What's the matter? How much money should I donate? Find a beautiful girl? Or create a crystal coffin for you, there is nothing I, Chen Huayao, can't do."

This guy was talking nonsense, and the Xuhua Zen Master quietly wiped out his helpless cold sweat and said, "I have a closed disciple, whose name is Lingju. He went down the mountain to verify Buddhism at the age of 18. It has been five years since then. I am afraid that he will be confused and confused in the world and lose himself. If the donor meets him by chance, I hope to support him and let him slumber out."

"Ling Yu? I've recorded it, why don't you rank with Yuan Gen?"

"Lingyu is a man with great wisdom. He practiced martial arts in Shaolin Temple in his early years and was a different generation. If you find him, let him follow you, and maybe he can resolve your anger. Let him come back to see me for the last time until he was thirty. You can't come back early before the time comes."

"Thank you for your advice."

"You go."

"Master, I haven't finished drinking a bottle of iced black tea, why did you drive me away?"

But the old monk sat silently with his eyes closed, murmured in his mouth, and refused to answer again.

Chen Huayao sighed. Today's journey was really full of fun. He bowed to the Zen master and said, "If I find Lingyu, let him come back to carry the secondary crystal coffin at the age of 30 to enjoy it."

Walking out of the cottage and following the colorful paths to the outside of Zangxin Forest Garden, I felt like I was a different world.

There were two anxious monks standing at the door of Linyuan. One of them was wearing a cassock and a long white beard with an extraordinary demeanor. They just stood there looking around and looked desperately into the garden, like an ant on a hot pan.

A young man next to him was the young monk who had saluted the Zen Master Xuli on the road. When he saw Chen Huayao walking out slowly, he shouted: "Abbot, it's him! I just saw that my teacher and ancestor were with him, and I nodded and smiled at me."

The white-bearded monk hurriedly came forward and said, "The donor is polite. I am a monk, and I am the abbot of this temple."

Chen Huayao couldn't figure out what they were doing, so he replied, "Oh, my name is Chen Huayao, I am a student tour group member who came to the temple to visit in the afternoon. Are you waiting here? Is there something wrong with my little girl?"

Yuangen shook his head and said to the little monk: "Xuanku, you go back first. Don't spread this matter with others. I will approve you to go online for two hours tonight. I just can't video chat with the female donor, nor can I browse the Tiancheng Jiayuan blind date and dating website. I will check the records."

"Abbot, you are so great!" Xuan Ku cheered and jumped away. He looked like that, he was obviously just a half-aged child who had not yet lost his temper.

Yuangen smiled and looked at him far away, asking, "Mr. Chen, were you with the old Zen master just now?"

"Old Zen Master? Are you talking about Illusion Zen Master? Well, yes."

Yuan Gen was shocked and happy, and the expression of a monk who was enlightened and took Chen Huayao's arm and asked, "Take it serious?"

"Can there be any falsehood? Does the temple stipulate that you cannot talk to monks at will? Do you want it?" Chen Huayao took out a pack of cigarettes, saw Yuan Gen shook his head, and started to smoke it himself.

Yuangen said: "Zen Master Xuhua is the master of the poor monk. He became a monk at the age of ten and has been practicing in the world for 88 years. He has profound Buddhism and is wise to cultivate himself. He has written many Buddhist research books, which have a far-reaching influence. He is called a national treasure by President Zhao of the General Association of Chinese Studies. How did Mr. Chen meet him?"

Chen Huayao said: "My classmates and I were asking for a visa in Huiming Palace, and Zen Master Xuhua turned out from the back hall to talk to me. Is this strange?"

Yuan Gen was even more surprised and said, "Zen Master Xuhua practiced in Zangxinlin Garden twenty years ago, and he couldn't take a step. He usually ordered us not to step into Zangxinlin without permission. How could he be in Huiming Palace?" The little monk Xuanku just now sent to Zangxinlin several times to send water and things to Zangxinlin, so he was lucky to meet him a few times. Usually, some monks even only knew that Zangxinlin was a forbidden area, and had never heard of Zangxinlin who was the one who was there.

Before Chen Huayao could answer, he asked again: "Is the old Zen master still in good health? I haven't seen my master's appearance personally for half a year. I was asked by the young monk who gave me something, and I was very worried."

Chen Huayao said: "Zen Master Xuli is very healthy, his voice is like a bell, his walking is like the wind, and he can eat two big bowls." He didn't see him in person at the last point, but this did not prevent him from making up.

Yuangen laughed, looking very relieved, stopped and asked, "Master Illusion suddenly stepped out of the forest to hide his heart. Whatever you do, what do you say? Have you mentioned me?" There was a faint tone of questioning.

Chen Huayao was unhappy and smiled on his face, saying, "Zen Master Xuhua felt that he had not had much time to go to find someone with a deep Buddhist connection to pass on his robe and bowl. Today he calculated his fingers and calculated that the person with a destiny would come. So he went out of the forest to find it, and happened to meet me in Huiming Palace."

Yuan Gen was surprised: "You are the one who is destined to be? I don't look like you."

"Is it not your turn to comment?" Chen Huayao smoked and looked up at the sky.

"Then, did Master Xuhuan pass on your robe?" Yuan Gen was very nervous.

The Unreal Zen Master compiled more than ten Buddhist research books, which were sold well at home and abroad. One of them, Nanwu Tripitaka, discussed in detail the origin, theories, principles, and confusion of Zen. There are a total of 100,000 words and is hailed as a Buddhist classic. Almost every believer and lay Buddhist at home and abroad has a copy. It has been reprinted many times over the past few decades and has a circulation of more than one million.

Now GF hopes are not charging any copyright fees. As for whom the copyright belongs to after his death, it is naturally a different story.

People who are interested have done statistics. If the Immortal Zen Master relies solely on royalties, he will have a net worth at least tens of millions now.

Of course, the copyright is also likely to be directly managed by the temple, but his personal disciples are dissatisfied?

There is a need to be beaten in this lawsuit.

Even if his disciples share 20%, it will be a considerable amount. You can buy a villa to raise a beautiful wife in Huahua World. This great attraction is naturally better to prevent it as soon as possible.

Except for the old Taoist visiting ten years ago, the Zen master has not been in contact with outsiders for many years. Even Buddhist disciples from other places come to ask for advice, they only asked the young monk to pass on the message.

What an accident today was that the Zen master walked out of Zangxin Linyuan alone to talk to a young man. This was strange and rare. If it weren't for the Xuanku on the road, I'm afraid the abbot would still be in the dark.

Chen Huayao didn't know Yuan Gen's thoughts and said, "Zen Master Xuhua taught me many of the ultimate principles of Buddhism, and my disciples benefited a lot."

When Yuangen heard this, the guy actually called himself a disciple. He said with a smile: "What is the ultimate truth? Why not let me listen to it and understand it."

Chen Huayao became humble and said, "Where is, the Buddhist principles of the Immortal Zen Master are so exquisite. The disciples are dull and can't understand them, let alone understand them. As for the so-called Namo He, Daolaye, Namo Aliya, Polujiedi, Shuobolaya, Bodhisattva, Mahasattva, etc., I heard it and my head was big, and I went in and out of my right ear, and I didn't remember a word. The abbot might as well go in and ask the Immortal Zen Master by himself."

Seeing that he refused to say it, the abbot stopped mentioning this topic. He lowered his old eyes and looked kind and said, "Since Mr. Chen has to listen to his master's teachings, he is considered to be destined to be with my temple. Please, please."

The two returned along the way from Zangxinlin Garden, chatting all the way, never involving the robe and bowl of the Illusion Zen Master. They all talked about the elegance of the Tang and Song dynasties, ancient and modern sages, pastoral anecdotes, and piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The abbot is a talkative person, very knowledgeable, has a erect personality, is not pedantic and obsessed with Buddhist teachings, has active thoughts, and is quick-witted. In his early years, he participated in the official southern literary event and appeared in the elegant poetry forum. He also paid tribute to the past, sad about spring and autumn, and created many poems and essays. He also sang many works with the master of Northern Chinese studies Guo Yongsheng, and was once a legend in the literary world.

In 1994, he was elected as the honorary chairman of the Lulutong City Federation of Literary and Art Circles. At that time, he was called a "poetry monk". He wrote a hundred long poems about the Grand Canyon of Longji Mountain. He was given to the title of the Zhonghai Cultural Association (the master of Changming Zhai was Guo Yongsheng's nickname), and his works such as the reflection of the anti-Japanese battlefield site in Xiangjing were highly praised.

Let’s talk about Chen Zi'ang, a poet of the prosperous Tang Dynasty who had a tragedy all his life, and then talk about Mr. Dongpo, the master of traditional Chinese culture. He savored poetry and lyrics and guided the past and present. He thought that Chen Huayao, a modern-educated college student, could not accept the words, but unexpectedly, Chen Huayao was not at all inferior and talked very well.
Chapter completed!