Evil Master and Disciple

Water Moon Zen Cave.

dusk.

Under the setting sun, this paradise looks even more magnificent.

Ever since Shen Fuyao passed away, Shen Fulong was the only one living in Shuiyue Zen Cave, without even a registered disciple.

Every day, Shen Fulong sits here meditating, picking flowers, attracting butterflies and so on.

Of course, he is not alone.

Shen Tianqi would come to see him every once in a while.

Today, Shuiyue Zen Cave had a rare guest, so Shen Fulong personally went into the kitchen and prepared a feast for Ye Feng.

When Ye Feng and the other two came down from the God Fu Yao Cemetery, they saw Shen Fu Long waving at them and calling them to come over for dinner.

When he heard that there was food, Sanzhier, who had been listless all day, immediately became energized as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and jumped out of Shentianqi's arms.

When they arrived at the waterfall pool, Sanzhier and Ye Feng were dumbfounded by the dishes on the table.

Shen Fulong smiled and said, "This is Ye Feng's first time here, so I specially cooked some delicious food. Everyone, please take a seat."

Ye Feng murmured, "Eight Treasures Vegetarian Dishes, Moonlight over the Lotus Pond, Emerald Chinese Cabbage Heart, Stir-fried Bamboo Shoots, Stir-fried Mushrooms, and a Winter Melon Soup... Master Divine, you're so thoughtful!"

With this table full of dishes, if Ye Feng could squeeze out even a gram of protein, he would chop off his head and let Shen Fulong sit on it.

Sanzhier just turned around and left.

Yun Shuang'er knew Ye Feng and San Zhi'er too well.

Both of these guys are typical carnivores.

Seeing the expressions of Ye Feng and San Zhier, Yun Shuang'er whispered to Ye Feng: "Xiao Feng, this is a Buddhist place, and the food they eat is vegetarian."

"Vegetarian food? Why didn't you tell me earlier? We should have left this afternoon! I'll take you to Yunhai Pavilion for a feast to celebrate your birthday."

Ye Feng murmured.

"Sit down, don't stand. We're all family. Don't be polite."

Ye Feng glanced at San Zhier who was extremely depressed, and shook his head gently.

He doesn't care what he eats.

The main thing is Sanzhier. Without Chicken Butt, I guess this little green-haired boy won’t be able to sleep tonight.

The three of them sat down, and the little green-haired boy walked away in disgust.

Shen Fulong is a very talkative person.

Although he practiced Buddhist philosophy, he was not as dull as the monks in Lingtai Temple that Ye Feng had seen.

Come to think of it, if Shen Fulong wasn't a reserved man, he wouldn't have slept with Shan Muchin.

However, since even the taboo of lust has been broken.

Is it still necessary to stick to the bottom line of vegetarianism?

Shen Fulong asked, "Ye Feng, why did your spirit pet leave?"

Ye Feng said: "Sanzhi'er is a carnivorous spirit pet and can't get used to these vegetarian dishes."

"I see, let's eat then!"

Ye Feng picked up the chopsticks. These vegetarian dishes looked good and should taste good.

After he picked up a piece of bok choy and put it in his mouth, he put down his chopsticks casually.

He still overestimated Shen Fulong's cooking skills.

The vegetarian dishes made by this guy are useless except that they look good.

No wonder the appearance is so good, probably because they are boiled in salt water.

I guess the pot of salt water was not wasted, so I chopped a few pieces of winter melon and threw them in, making a pot of winter melon soup.

"Ye Feng, I heard that you are good at poetry and prose. Several popular poems circulating among the people recently are almost all written by you.

I never thought that Huang Youdao, an illiterate man, could actually teach a disciple who is both civil and military."

Ye Feng immediately shook his head subtly and said, "Master Divine, you are too kind. I just made up a few random words. They are not worthy of being put on the stage!"

Shen Tianqi immediately said, "Dad, don't listen to his nonsense. Xiaofeng has a high level of attainment in poetry and prose. He is now known as the number one poet in Yunhai Sect."

Yun Shuang'er also spoke up, "Yes, uncle. Yesterday she wrote poems for my master and several uncles. They came to her effortlessly, and each one was a rare masterpiece."

Seeing that his daughter and niece both praised Ye Feng's poems and essays, Shen Fulong felt a little indignant.

You haven't even entered the door yet, why is your elbow already turned outward?

Shen Fulong smiled and said, "I have also dabbled in Confucian poetry and prose, and am old friends with several great Confucian scholars of our time. We often discuss poetry and philosophy, play chess, and drink tea together.

Since Junior Brother Ye Feng is a master of poetry and prose, I would like to ask for your advice today."

Ye Feng immediately shook his head and waved his hands, saying, "Uncle Divine Master, Shuang'er and Tianqi are talking nonsense. You have made friends with many great scholars, you are the real master of poetry and prose, I am just piling up words, not worth a sneer, not worth a sneer!"

Ye Feng didn't want to copy poems anymore.

I contributed several poems at Mozhuxuan yesterday.

If this continues, I will probably have drained all the 300 Tang poems in my mind before I even reach the legal age to pick up girls.

Shen Fulong laughed and said, "Modest! Too modest! I'm in a rare mood today, so please don't refuse again, or I'll break your legs."

Ye Feng shuddered as he looked at the handsome man with a smile on his face.

He knew that Shen Fulong wanted to embarrass him in front of the two girls.

What's going on? This handsome guy wants to break up with his girlfriend?

Ye Feng's temper also flared up.

Your head may be cut off and your blood may be shed, but you must never lose face in front of a beautiful woman.

"Since Master Divine is so interested, let's entertain ourselves with poetry."

Shen Fulong clapped his hands and said, "That's right. Young people should be full of vigor and ambition. Master Ye, how about you write a poem based on what you see?"

If the poem is not good or the sentences are not coherent, I will be angry."

Shen Tianqi and Yun Shuang'er also noticed that something seemed wrong.

The two of them buried their heads in eating the unpalatable vegetarian food without saying a word.

Ye Feng knew that he couldn't escape today.

If he were to fight with Shen Fulong, he would definitely not be his match.

But writing poetry...

Isn't this just drinking cold water in the hottest days of summer?

He glanced at the surroundings and said, "Since Master Divine often discusses poetry and philosophy with the great scholars of the time, let's each write a poem and let Tianqi and Shuang'er judge which of us has the better one."

"Great! That's exactly what I meant! If I lose, I'll promise you both Tianqi and Shuang'er. If you lose, we'll cancel your engagement. How about that?"

The two girls who were concentrating on eating immediately looked up.

The two girls immediately looked at Ye Feng.

Didn't this guy say this afternoon that Shen Fulong promised them both to Ye Feng? Why does it sound wrong now?

Shen Tianqi asked, "Dad, how could you gamble with Shuang'er and me?"

Shen Fulong laughed and said, "Doesn't this guy claim to be a master of poetry and prose? He should have this confidence."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Okay, I'll make a bet with you."

"breeze!"

"Ye Feng!"

Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi spoke immediately.

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "Don't worry, this is God's will, and God's will cannot be violated."

Shen Fulong said: "It's settled. I won't bully a junior like you. I'll go first."

Shen Fulong was well prepared.

Decades ago, Yan Shidao, the greatest scholar of the time and the dean of Honglu Academy, once visited here. When he saw the beautiful scenery of the Shuiyue Zen Cave Valley, he was deeply moved and composed a poem on the spot.

Shen Fulong is a Buddhist monk. Although he has some knowledge of poetry, his literary talent is not very good.

He planned to use the poem written by Yan Shidao that year to make a bet with Ye Feng.

He just didn't believe that Ye Feng, at such a young age, could compare with the world's greatest scholar in poetry and prose.

Shen Fulong stood up, pretended for a while, and then slowly chanted: "The green valley is full of flowers reflecting the sun, and the waterfall is cascading down with a melodious sound.

The sacred pond lies quietly surrounded by mist and clouds, and the Buddha statue stands tall and majestic with auspicious aura.

The birdsong diligently conveys the Buddha's meaning, and the Buddha's light shines through the noise of the world.

My heart follows the clear and bright state of Zen, and I wish to transform into a blue lotus to accompany you from dusk to dawn."