Liu Sanwu lowered his head, looking thoughtful.

"Sir, you can think of me as a treacherous minister. I don't care about my personal reputation..."

Xiao Fan smiled and said with a sarcastic sarcasm: "...Same thing, I don't care about your reputation. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I used a small trick to save thousands of lives. The only price I paid is your personal reputation. This is a very cost-effective transaction. If you ask me if I feel ashamed of what I do, I tell you, not only do I feel ashamed, but I feel very honored. Even if the people in the world do not agree with me and scold me, I don't care, because I know that I am doing good deeds and a truly compassionate Bodhisattva heart. All precepts, concentration, wisdom, lust, anger and ignorance are all Brahmacharya, the land of sentient beings, the same Dharma nature, and the heavenly palace of hell are all Pure Lands. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a great wish: "Hell is not empty, and I will not become a Buddha." If you want to correct the results, you do not have to become a Buddha under the Bodhi tree, where you can save sentient beings."

Xiao Fan picked up the wine pot on the table, filled Liu Sanwu with wine, and said with a smile: "The old man is here to invite you to come today, not to explain anything to you. To be honest, whether you are happy or not, you hate me or not, it means nothing to me. I invite you today, respect your knowledge, your honest person, and we are also respectful to our common hardships, but I do not respect your sour temper, nor do I respect your stubborn and pedantic so-called "conscience". The old man prepares this glass of wine, hoping that the old man will let go of his grudges, return home in a happy mood, and from then on, he will enjoy his grandchildren at home and spend his old age. Since he is far away from the world, he will no longer have to worry about the height of the temple."

After Xiao Fan said something plainly, Liu Sanwu was finally moved. He raised his eyes to Xiao Fan with a calm face, and two rays of light were emitted from his turbid old eyes, as if he wanted to see through this young man at one glance.

"Xiao Fan, only by saving all sentient beings can you achieve Bodhi. Is this your ambition? So... you are not a treacherous person. You are doing treacherous methods to go to hell and save sentient beings, right?" Liu Sanwu looked at Xiao Fan deeply. At this moment, he seemed to understand him a little, and his resentment seemed to disappear with it.

Xiao Fan laughed: "Don't praise me, sir, I can't take it. Go to hell and save all living beings. My ideological level is not that high. You might as well recite the Buddha's name day and night after returning home, praying that I will not be harmed by others, and try to harm others as little as possible, so that it is more practical."

Liu Sanwu finally smiled. At this moment, he felt as if he had suddenly heard the sound of nature under the Bodhi tree, and he suddenly realized it, so he let it go.

"I believe that no one in this world dares to harm you, and you are a good person, and you will not take the initiative to harm others."

Xiao Fan smiled and blinked, "That's not necessarily the case. The old man may be out of sight again."

One old and the other young look at each other in the private room and smile, and all the grudges are gone.

After the guests and hosts were happy, Xiao Fan bowed and left first.

Liu Sanwu looked at Xiao Fan's tall back, stroked his long beard and smiled slightly.

He is nearly 80 years old, but today he was taught a lesson by this young boy. Even the young man can ignore his personal reputation and is willing to be a treacherous minister who everyone scolds, but he is silently doing good deeds. He is a twilight old man, can't he be as broad-minded as a young man?

The most powerful heroes are to save the public without any personal reputation and never look back on them. This is the real Confucian hero.

Perhaps... it is not a bad thing to have Xiao Fan in the Ming Dynasty.

Liu Sanwu's eyes gradually turned into praise and admiration.

At this time, the shop clerk downstairs walked into the private room with a smile on his face.

"Is this customer satisfied with the food and food?" The shop assistant nodded and smiled.

Liu Sanwu nodded: "Let's just be sloppy."

The shopkeeper smiled even more attentively: "I have received your patronage, and it's a total of four or three cents of silver. Thank you."

Liu Sanwu's hand stroking his beard couldn't help but tremble, and he pulled down a strand of beard, grinning in pain.

He pointed at his nose with his back finger, and Liu Sanwu said in surprise: "What do you mean? Are you asking me for money?"

The shop guy smiled and said, "Look at what you always say, how can you not pay for the wine and food?"

Liu Sanwu's expression changed and said, "No... Didn't Xiao Fan invite me? It's the young man who just went down..."

The shop clerk said with a slight smile: "The young customer said, "You always insist on paying the bill, and he won't steal it from you. Chenghui, a total of four or three cents..."

Liu Sanwu was stunned for a while and finally became furious: "Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan! I have seen you clearly! You are indeed not a good person! A scoundrel! A traitor!"

"The old man scolded him so happily, and he was willing to revenge and respect him, and he had a total of four or three cents..."

"Why is it so expensive? Only a few dishes on this table? Can you bully me in this restaurant?"

"This old man, there is a table downstairs. An old Taoist priest ate the whole table and drank a jar of daughter red. All of them are on your head. By the way, the young guest even packed and took away two sauce hooves when he left..."

"...It's also considered me, right?" Liu Sanwu trembled with anger.

"The old man is so smart and wise, and sees through the world..."

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"Tell me, tell me, how can people be so shameless? Ah?" Liu Sanwu felt heartbroken.

The shopkeeper's smile gradually became stiff: "The old man is kind-hearted and righteous, and he will definitely not be as shameless as the young customer, right?"

"Of course! I'm not that kind of a villain! How much does it cost?"

"Chenghui, a total of four or three cents..."

"...I didn't bring any money." Liu Sanwu said with a crying voice.

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Chapter completed!