On the right side of the table are tea cups and teapots, and on the left side are pens, inks, paper and inkstones.

Apart from that, there is nothing else in the house.

Dusk makes the house dim and dim.

In the darkness, a tall and burly middle-aged monk sat cross-legged.

His presence made the bed seem small.

This middle-aged monk is tall and muscular, with a thick chest and back, thick hands and feet, a square, upright and big face, and his facial features are all larger than those of ordinary people.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes in excitement.

There was a sudden light inside the monastery, like two bolts of lightning shooting into the room.

His eyes were like lightning, and he glanced around, but found nothing. Finally, he closed his eyes again, and the room became quiet.

Fa Kong nodded lightly.

"Master, have you seen him?" Xu Qingluo asked with a smile.

Fakong converged his gaze, his eyes returned to normal, and he nodded: "The momentum is indeed extraordinary, not an ordinary thing."

Xu Qingluo said: "Master, is he here for you?"

Fakong shook his head.

Xu Qingluo said curiously: "There have been no disciples born in Fumo Temple for more than a thousand years, and suddenly they came out. Isn't it to make the world famous and let the world remember Fumo Temple again?"

"That may not be the case." Fakong shook his head: "Don't judge other people's hearts by your own."

Xu Qingluo's bright eyes flashed, she looked at Zhou Yu, and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, let's go to Miaojue Temple tomorrow."

Zhou Yu pursed his lips and smiled: "Want to find out what this master is like?"

Xu Qingluo said: "We need to find out why he came."

Lin Feiyang's eyes suddenly lit up and he was ready to join in the fun. Zhu Ni smiled and shook his head, feeling that Xu Qingluo was too sensitive.

Because the person who came was a monk, I thought he was here for Master Fakong. This was unnecessary. It was possible that he just wanted to exchange Buddhist teachings.

Fakong said: "He will come to the temple tomorrow."

"That's just right." Xu Qingluo smiled.

Fakong looked at Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu's beautiful face suddenly became solemn: "Senior brother?"

Fakong said: "Don't use Wisdom and Clear Mind on him."

"...Okay." Zhou Yu nodded slowly.

She understood what Fa Kong meant.

This master of Ci'en is obviously a mentally powerful person, and if you use your wisdom and clear mind on him, there will be backlash.

Xu Qingluo's bright eyes shone like stars: "Master, is this Master Ci'en a very powerful person?"

"It's amazing." Fakong said.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "How strong is he? Can he defeat the master?"

"Qingluo, you are just talking nonsense." Lin Feiyang smiled and said, "How can he be better than the abbot."

Xu Qingluo chuckled and said, "Master often says that a mountain is higher than a mountain. This Master Ci'en may not be weaker than Master."

Fakong said: "He is still a little behind me."

Xu Qingluo looked disappointed.

Lin Feiyang smiled and said: "Xiao Qingluo, do you want someone to be better than the abbot? Which side is he on? Is he a disciple of the abbot?!"

Xu Qingluo chuckled and said, "I just think that without opponents in this world, it would be very boring, isn't it, Master?"

Fakong said: "It's good to have no opponents."

He doesn't find it boring to have no opponent, but rather enjoys it, being able to fully enjoy the beauty of the world and the beauty of life.

What he wants most is not a thrilling life, but a stable life, enjoying fine wine and food, admiring beauties and beautiful scenery, enjoying the sun and moonlight, which is wonderful enough.

"...Master, since he is not here for you, why does he come to us tomorrow?"

Fakong said: "I guess we need to discuss Buddhism."

"I don't believe he is not competitive," Xu Qingluo said.
Chapter completed!