Kaifeng Bistro

When Tan Zhifeng came last time, he didn't even dare to look carefully at the Buddhist hall, and he never expected to be treated so well this time.Seeing that he was still standing there, Wu Fusheng patted his hand lightly with a smile, and pulled him in.After walking a few steps, Wu Fusheng turned his head again, and said mysteriously to the monk watching the door: "Two masters, I saw some thieves when I came here. I heard that today the temple collected a lot of incense money." And gifts, discussing to climb over the wall to steal something, I kindly remind you, it is better to send a few people with good kung fu to guard around."

Hearing what he said, Tan Zhifeng suddenly remembered that Zhan Zhao was following behind.Zhan Zhao didn't know that they entered the temple gate openly, and probably planned to sneak into the Buddhist temple secretly, so he quickly stopped him and said, "Hey, Brother Wu, why are you..." Wu Fusheng ignored him at all, grabbed Tan Zhifeng and said, "If you don't come in, you will be killed." We're delaying things!" He quickened his pace and dragged him into the Buddhist hall.

As Zhou Yanjing said earlier, there were many people who came to listen to Wen Hui's lecture on Buddhism, and some of them just arrived like them. The courtyard was filled with smoke, and the courtyard was full of people.

Wanting to see the real face of the famous Master Wen Hui in the Buddhist hall, pious people generously donated a lot of incense money.Tan Zhifeng knew that if Wu Fusheng hadn't spent a lot of money, they would have to suffer the cold outside.

Of course, for these guests who are willing to donate generously, the hospitality of Tianqing Temple is beyond reproach. The handsome young monks lead them to the seats arranged in the Buddhist hall and fill them with the best food. Tea and Buddhist scriptures.And on the high platform in the Buddhist hall, Wen Hui closed his eyes and chanted solemnly.His voice sounded clear and elegant, yet very solemn, like a bubbling spring flowing through a mountain stream, which sounded very comfortable.

Tan Zhifeng was in a mess and didn't have much interest in Buddhist scriptures. He looked left and right, looking for Chen Qing and the others, but suddenly heard Wu Fusheng muttering in a low voice: "Master, the old man hasn't changed at all... "

"What did you say? Master Wen Hui is your master?!" Tan Zhifeng was taken aback again. Before he could ask, Wu Fusheng raised his hand and gently covered his mouth: "Hush..."

"There are four Noble Truths. What are the four? The Noble Truth of Suffering, the Noble Truth of the Origin of Suffering, the Noble Truth of the Cessation of Suffering, and the Noble Truth of the Path to the Cessation of Suffering... If this is the case, the bhikkhu will sever love and desire, turn away all fetters, and be free from arrogance, etc. After all, the edge of suffering..."

Tan Zhifeng had no choice but to sit there patiently and listen to Wen Hui's lecture. After a long time, he actually listened to it. The originally crowded Buddhist hall seemed to become empty and wide with Wen Hui's voice. There seemed to be an endless sea of ​​stars in front of him. The mood has also become accessible and open.Suddenly, the inexplicable tremor deep in his heart became stronger.His soul seemed to have left his body, and he was galloping on horseback on the cold night road.who is he?Wherever he is going, the turbulent rivers of the ages can't stop his footsteps. He seems to be chasing something that belongs to him. He seemed to have experienced the baptism of wind and rain in this short period of time. He exhausted all his strength and rushed towards the unknown destination with the voice in his heart.

As soon as Wen Hui's voice stopped, Tan Zhifeng woke up suddenly and slowly returned to reality.He turned his head to look, and Wu Fusheng was also slowly opening his eyes, his eyes full of sadness.Finding that Tan Zhifeng was staring at him, he touched his face, smiled slightly, and said, "Little shopkeeper, what are you looking at, do you think I look ugly now?"

Tan Zhifeng shook his head subconsciously, but Wu Fusheng looked up and smiled as if he didn't care, and said, "Let's go, that annoying cat must have suffered a bit, don't care about him, it's time for us to work! "

Tan Zhifeng said "Oh", and he saw Chen Qing and the others under the bright lights in the yard.Returning to Tianqing Temple again, Chen Qing's eyes wandered, and he still seemed a little out of his mind.When he turned around, he saw Tan Zhifeng and Wu Fusheng next to Tan Zhifeng, not only showing a bit of surprise.He squeezed through the crowd and asked, "Zhifeng, why do you..."

"Oh, Brother Wu and I are here to listen to the Buddhist scriptures." Tan Zhifeng was afraid that Chen Qing would insist on going with them later, so he hurriedly said: "We will leave after the crowd disperses. Zijin, you and Brother Zhou, go back first. "

Chen Qing was a little hesitant, he whispered to Tan Zhifeng: "Zhifeng, I'm afraid that the haunted ghost is still in this temple, don't stay here for too long, why don't you go with us?"

At this moment, two more monks ran over suddenly, and respectfully said to Tan Zhifeng: "Benefactor, Master Wen Hui, please go over and say a few words..." After speaking, they glanced at Wu Fusheng again, and continued: "... ...and, there is this..."

Chen Qing was still a little worried, and was about to ask, but Wu Fusheng smiled at him and said, "Young man, I see you, don't worry about Zhifeng, if there are ghosts, he is better at protecting himself than you!"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Zhifeng and followed the two monks away, leaving Chen Qing standing there alone, and was pushed back by the crowd in a blink of an eye.

Tan Zhifeng followed the monk and walked slowly into the depths of the Buddhist hall. Who would have thought that Wu Fusheng suddenly patted him on the shoulder from behind, winked at him, and made a silent gesture. Tan Zhifeng was wondering, but Wu Fusheng The footsteps moved lightly, tightly pulling him to run in the opposite direction.

"Hey, you..." Tan Zhifeng didn't expect that although Wu Fusheng's legs and feet are not flexible, as long as he performs lightness kung fu, he will be more agile than anyone else. Soon the two turned into a small road behind the Buddhist hall, heading towards the row of rows behind. Run to the Zen room.

"Stop! Stop!" Tan Zhifeng couldn't help but yelled twice, and the two stopped on the path next to the meditation room. "Master Wen Hui asked us to go over and talk, Brother Wu, why did you run away?" He asked while panting.

"Don't we have more important things for the time being?" Wu Fusheng said with a smile, "Besides, I don't want to see that woman for the time being."

"Woman? Which woman?" Tan Zhifeng was stunned: "Brother Wu, are you kidding me?"

"Let's not talk about this now." Wu Fusheng waved his hand and said seriously: "It is true that she saved my life. I am grateful to her and worship her as my teacher. However, she hopes that I can always follow her to practice everywhere, but I I still have my own things to do, so this time, I don’t care if I don’t see you for a while...!"

He sighed softly, and walked into the bamboo forest.Tan Zhifeng could only quickly follow him in, he still had a hard time accepting what he had just heard, but then again, this night, what he couldn't understand wasn't the only thing?Xu Gan who left without saying goodbye, Wu Fusheng who confessed his identity, Wen Hui who was a woman, and Zhan Zhao who followed them all the way to Tianqing Temple...

By the way, thinking of this, he couldn't help wondering, where did Zhan Zhao go?The few monks in Tianqing Temple should not be able to stop him from the imperial cat. I am afraid that Zhan Zhao and Wu Fusheng will meet again soon.

The two of them were already familiar with the road, and soon walked out of the bamboo forest, and came to the courtyards behind, probably because of the murder case, or maybe because people had gone home for the New Year, these courtyards were all dark, and they looked very different. It's lonely outside.Far away, Tan Zhifeng had already seen the ruins of Sang Sijun's once most magnificent courtyard. He was about to ask Wu Fusheng where they should find it, but he heard soft footsteps beside the collapsed stone pillar. A tall and straight figure stepped out from behind the shadows.

As soon as Tan Zhifeng saw it, he knew that it was Zhan Zhao who was coming. Under the moonlight, Zhan Zhao's face was solemn and tall, and he stood there staring at them in a daze, but he didn't come forward.Tan Zhifeng looked at him, and then at Wu Fusheng who was beside him. When Wu Fusheng saw Zhan Zhao, he stopped, jumped up, and flew towards the ruins.

Seeing this, Zhan Zhao gestured to Tan Zhifeng and said, "Zhifeng, wait here for a while." Then he also jumped into the collapsed courtyard wall, and after a while, there was a clanging sound from inside. The sound of fighting.

Tan Zhifeng became anxious. He ran to the crooked gate and carefully crawled over the piles of stones. Among the ruined walls, two vigorous figures were wrestling with each other. The night sky was like a curtain, reflecting the two people's moves very clearly.The night wind was slightly cold, and Tan Zhifeng shivered from the cold. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Brother Ang, Brother Zhan, can you stop for a while? We... We are in a holy place of Buddhism, why don't we sit down and put our hands together first?" Let’s clarify things and make plans?”

Wu Fusheng didn't seem to hear Tan Zhifeng's words at all. He didn't know when a sharp steel knife was added to his hand. The knife was murderous in his hand, and the cold light shot towards Zhan Zhao's vitals. Tan Zhifeng became more anxious and took the words just now He yelled again, and Zhan Zhao replied loudly: "Zhifeng is right, can't you and I sit down and have a good talk?"

Wu Fusheng remained unmoved, turned around and stabbed Zhan Zhao's neck again.Zhan Zhao was empty-handed, and the Juque sword was not out of its sheath, so he could only dodge sideways to Wu Fusheng's right side, avoiding the sharp edge of the steel knife, and then walked around behind him and continued, "Why are you so angry with me? Do you have to fight me at this time?"

Seeing that the knife missed Zhan Zhao, Wu Fusheng's expression became even more unkind, he jumped back, and said sharply: "Surnamed Zhan, pull out your sword, you and I will have a good fight, if you win with your real skills Me, I will give you a chance to say a few words."

Zhan Zhao only focused on dodging. Although he was not stabbed by Wu Fusheng's knife, his black robe, which was already covered in mud, was scratched in several places, and he looked a little embarrassed.Hearing Wu Fusheng's suggestion, he immediately shook his head and said, "No, how can I draw my sword against you?"

Wu Fusheng sneered, and said, "What do you mean, do you think I can't beat you?! Or, you, the famous Nan Xia, are just an embroidered pillow and dare not compete with me?"