: Frozen

When the prince is traveling, there are usually many entourage guards around him, but this time, there are only two people who come to the front of the gate of Shaolin Temple. (")

"Uncle, please walk slowly, I really can't keep up with you."

Although Zhao Yuankui was treated with cold poison by Huo Yuanzhen, his physical strength was still not as strong as Zhao Ximo who was walking like a flying person in front.

"You are told to practice martial arts diligently, but you just don't listen. Now that the cold poison in your body is cured, you still refuse to pay attention to this matter. Don't you know that having a good body is the most important thing?"

Zhao Ximo looked at Zhao Yuankui behind him, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Uncle, you are all super masters in the late stage of the innate stage. How can I compare with you?"

"Don't complain. If you don't want to accompany me as an old man, then you can go back. Anyway, there are people at the foot of the mountain to protect you, so I'll just go in by myself."

"Oh, that's not possible. Shaolin's Abbot Yijie saved my life. I haven't seen him for a long time. Besides, if I don't go, who will introduce you to me? Shaolin Temple may not let you in."

"Nonsense, everyone can enter the door, why can't I enter the door?"

Zhao Ximo was also a stubborn temper. When he was in the palace, Ma Zhenxi looked down on him because Ma Zhenxi looked down on him. As a result, when Ma Zhenxi was chasing Huo Yuanzhen with An Ruhuan, he was stopped by him and fought with Ma Zhenxi. Although Ma Zhenxi was of high skill, Zhao Ximo was not afraid of him when he fought at home. In the end, Ma Zhenxi was unwilling to fight and retreated voluntarily.

Therefore, Zhao Ximo is actually a bit arrogant and very proud of his face, so he cannot fail.

Seeing Zhao Ximo entering Shaolin Temple, Zhao Yuankui hurriedly followed him in. He happened to meet Huijian, so he asked him to notify the abbot, saying that Zhao Yuankui came to ask for a meeting.

Huo Yuanzhen got the news that Zhao Yuankui came, and quietly checked in the sky with the golden-eyed eagle, and saw Zhao Ximo at a glance.

Seeing this person, Huo Yuanzhen was secretly happy. Last time he was in the palace, he heard that this old man was going to become a monk. Zhao Yuankui recommended him to come to Shaolin Temple, but he didn't expect that he really came today. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple

Since he had roughly understood the other party’s purpose, Huo Yuanzhen was going to make some preparations.

Let Huijian have a crush on Zhao Yuankui come over, Huo Yuanzhen sat cross-legged indoors, and his face quickly returned to the ancient well without wave. Although he was not old, the monk's aura he had learned for a long time was immediately revealed.

After a while, Zhao Yuankui and Zhao Ximo came to the abbot's courtyard.

Zhao Ximo did not immediately enter Huo Yuanzhen's room, but looked outside for a while and said, "Is this house also given by the Buddha?"

Huijian next to him said: "That's right, most of the buildings in my Shaolin Temple are given by Buddha, and only some vegetarian halls and meditation rooms are built by oneself."

Zhao Ximo nodded, but did not continue to speak. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the house was extraordinary. However, if it was given by the Buddha, he still didn't believe it. The Shaolin Temple is a bit weird everywhere, and he still had to observe it carefully.

Follow Hui Jian into Huo Yuanzhen's room. Huo Yuanzhen was closing his eyes to practice at this time. Hui Jian stepped forward and said, "Abbot, donor Zhao and others are here."

Huo Yuanzhen nodded and signaled Huijian to leave.

Hui Jian clasped his hands together and slowly retreated.

Hui Jian went out, Huo Yuanzhen did not open his eyes, but his eyes were still closed, and he did not talk to Zhao Yuankui and the others.

He didn't say anything, and Zhao Yuankui had to stop talking. He immediately wanted to go forward to say hello to Huo Yuanzhen, but Zhao Ximo stopped him.

Zhao Yuankui was stunned for a moment and hurried to see his uncle. Zhao Ximo shook his head slightly, looked at the little abbot with a playful smile, and signaled Zhao Yuankui not to speak out.

Seeing Zhao Ximo like this, Zhao Yuankui had to stop talking and wait to see what the two of them were going to do.

Huo Yuanzhen sat without opening his eyes, and Zhao Ximo and the others stood there without moving, time passed by bit by bit.

At the beginning, Zhao Ximo thought Huo Yuanzhen was pretending to be deep, thinking that you must know our identity. Even if you don’t know me, you should know that Zhao Yuankui is the prince. I see when you can pretend. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple

But after half an hour, the abbot still didn't move, and his appearance as an old monk entered into meditation made Zhao Ximo a little doubt whether he had forgotten that he had two of them indoors.

Moreover, it feels really not so good when they are sitting and standing.

After standing for a while, Zhao Ximo finally couldn't help it. Comparing patience with a monk was obviously not the right choice. He couldn't help but cough to remind Huo Yuan that a guest had arrived.

Finally, the little monk opened his eyes, glanced at the two of them, nodded slightly, and then slowly closed.

Zhao Ximo finally couldn't stand it anymore and said coldly: "My uncle and nephew came from afar, but the abbot ignored me and didn't even say that we would sit down. This kind of action is not a way to treat guests."

"Amitabha!"

Huo Yuanzhen pronounced the Buddha's name, then opened his eyes and said to the two: "The two donors, since they came, they should be at ease. I have always been arbitrary in hospitality. When this donor Zhao came to Shaolin, he was used to it. Why are he so restrained when he came today?"

Zhao Yuankui opened his mouth and didn't say anything. He thought I wanted to sit down, but this uncle didn't let him go.

Zhao Ximo looked at Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, you speak so easily, but do you know why we are coming?"

"Is it because I ask for something?"

Zhao Ximo was stunned for a moment, thinking that the little monk was speaking in a straightforward manner. Although he had the intention of becoming a monk in Shaolin Temple, he could not express it easily. After all, he was the emperor's younger brother and still had an identity. He could not bear the face when he said it directly.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ximo said proudly: "No request!"

"Since I have no desire, I must have come to see me."

Zhao Ximo continued: "The one who wants to see you is my nephew, not me."

"Oh, then I wonder why you came from this donor?"

Zhao Ximo thought for a while, "I just came over and sat down."

"I have just said that my Shaolin hospitality method has always been relaxed and casual. Since the donor wants to sit, just sit down. Why bother blame me for not allowing me to sit?"

Huo Yuanzhen's fallacy was a little speechless. Zhao Ximo paused for a while and said, "Actually, I have a few questions to discuss with you when I came here this time."

"Please speak with the donor."

"The Buddhist scriptures say that "Sumumi hides mustard seeds, and mustard seeds are taken with Sumi" is a mystery. How can a small mustard seed accommodate such a large Mount Sumi? Is it a lie to be too ignorant of common sense?"

Huo Yuanzhen laughed and asked, "I wonder if this donor is willing to study?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yuankui said, "My uncle has read so many books, and it is not an exaggeration to read thousands of books."

Hearing Zhao Yuankui's praise, Zhao Ximo smiled and said nothing, with a hint of complacent expression on his face, but his expression was not obvious.

"Oh, your nephew said you have read thousands of books, is this happening?"

"I can't say the specific number, but it's ten thousand volumes, but it's almost the same," Zhao Ximo pondered for a moment and said it out.

Huo Yuan could really tell that this person did not lie, he did look like he often read.

"So, this donor, where are the ten thousand books you have read now?"

Zhao Ximo raised his hand and pointed at his head and said, "It's all here!"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Strange, I see that your head is not as big as a watermelon, how can you hold thousands of books? Could it be that you are also lying to others?"

After hearing Huo Yuanzhen's words, Zhao Ximo was stunned and thought for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense.

However, if he admits that he was convinced by Huo Yuanzhen, he would not be willing to accept it and continued: "Your theory is absurd. I have read a lot of books and books, the Four Books and Five Classics, the Hundred Schools, and even Buddhist scriptures."

"The donor has also read Buddhist scriptures, great kindness, but he just doesn't know what the donor's state of mind is doing?"

Zhao Ximo thought about it and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "It's not that I boasted about myself. Maybe the abbot may not be able to meet my state of mind."

"Oh, since that's the case, I really want to see it."

Zhao Ximo stood up, came to Huo Yuanzhen's desk, and picked up paper and pen.

"I won't say much, abbot, please read it."

After saying that, Zhao Ximo's pen was flying, and quickly wrote a few words, and then handed them to Huo Yuanzhen.

Huo Yuanzhen took it and looked at it, secretly praised him. This person's calligraphy is excellent, and this poem is also good.

"The sky is beyond the clouds, and the light shines on the vast thousand, and the eight winds cannot blow, so I sit upright on the purple golden lotus."

This poem is Zhao Ximo's boastful realm. The so-called eight winds refer to: "The eight realms of praise, ridicule, destruction, praise, profit, decline, suffering, and happiness can affect people's emotions, so they become the eight winds.

Zhao Ximo believes that he will not be affected by these eight winds, which shows that he has a very high opinion of himself.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled: "The donor's poem is indeed very good. It is rare to be unmoved by the eight winds."

Zhao Ximo nodded and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Since the abbot thinks it is excellent, then give me a comment on my poem."

“Okay.”

Huo Yuanzhen took the paper and pen, thought for a while, raised his hand and wrote two big words on it, and after writing it, he handed it to Zhao Ximo.

When Zhao Ximo came to see it, he was immediately furious.

I saw this abbot directly wrote the word "fart" next to his poem!

Zhao Ximo, who had never suffered such insults, was about to burst into flames and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Monk, you are so brave. It would be fine if you don't agree with my level of cultivation. How could you insult me? If you don't give me an explanation, you will definitely demolish your dilapidated temple today!"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said to him: "Donor, aren't you claiming that the Eight Winds can't blow, why is this fucking fucking fucking?"

Zhao Ximo opened his mouth twice, and instantly a big red cloth appeared on his face, and he was very ashamed.
Chapter completed!