Qin Yuan was a little surprised.
A fat monk with big ears and a greasy face stepped out from the crowd and said with a grin:
"I am the chief abbot of the Sufan Temple, the general director of the Zen Buddhist Council, and the 127th generation disciple of the Buddha, Shi Xinyong—"
He took out a bamboo board about a foot long from his sleeve and handed it to me with both hands, "This is my business card."
Qin Yuan's cheek twitched. He took the bamboo business card with gold embossing and was almost blinded by the golden light.
Zen?
Suofan Temple?
Good job!
Isn't Zen Buddhism about practicing asceticism and meditation?
How did it become like this in the Great Zhou Dynasty?
Qin Yuan almost thought that he was dealing with a fat and bloated fake monk from later generations.
He returned the "24K pure gold" business card in its original state.
He said meaningfully, "So it's Abbot Nobunaga."
Xinyong smiled and said, "Hello, Master Qin. I wonder if I could come to your house and have some tea?"
Qin Yuan glanced at the dozen or so bald men behind him and said with a look of embarrassment, "Isn't this inappropriate?"
"Perfect! Perfect!" Xinyong said enthusiastically, "It's just me!"
As he spoke, he squeezed his chubby body into the mansion.
Qin Yuan rolled his eyes at him and asked, "I wonder why the abbot has come here?"
Xinyong's fat face was almost blooming with joy as he said enthusiastically, "I've almost run myself to find Master Qin. Could you please let me into the mansion and have some tea?"
"Come in and talk."
The two men entered the room, Xinyong sat cross-legged and asked the servant to bring a pot of cold water.
"Hey, Master Qin, how dare I ask you to pour me some water?"
"I can do it myself! I can do it myself!"
Qin Yuan rolled his eyes at him and asked, "Can you tell me now?"
Xin Yong took a sip of water and sighed, "Master Qin, this is really like a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. It has caused a huge misunderstanding!"
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