"Hmm." The Four-Eyed Taoist glared at Jia Le, who immediately shut up and lowered his head.
Qingqing continued, "Master also said that your meeting is like brothers reuniting."
"What will a reunion be like?" Four-Eyed Taoist asked irritably. What kind of brotherly reunion did he have with the old monk? It was more like enemies meeting.
Qingqing smiled and said, "The reunion feels like a lifetime ago, a mix of joy and sorrow, leaving us speechless."
The old monk wholeheartedly agreed. "Yes, I have nothing to say about him."
"Are you mute?" Four-Eyed Taoist cursed the old monk, then said to Qingqing with a hint of annoyance, "You're both obedient and adorable."
"Master, you haven't introduced your friend to the Grandmaster yet," Jiale said quickly, seeing that the situation was getting worse.
“We have guests here today, so please don’t take it personally,” the Four-Eyed Taoist said to the old monk. Then he introduced him to Wang Han: “Wang Han, let me introduce you. This stinky monk is Ikkyu. You can just call him Ikkyu the Bald Donkey.”
“You stinky monk, this is Wang Han, a friend of mine and my senior brother Ying (Uncle Nine).” Four-Eyed Taoist said to Monk Yixiu, “Don’t underestimate him just because he’s young. He is truly learned and versatile. Not only is his medical skill superb, but he can also read the stars and read faces. His martial arts are also very powerful. He can beat you up like a chick. His Taoist arts are also very impressive. He can take you down in no time.”
"......"
'Is it necessary to make a comparison? And is it really that exaggerated?' Monk Yixiu, Jiale, and Qingqing were all secretly amused by the introduction of the Four-Eyed Taoist.
"Amitabha." Monk Yixiu chanted a Buddhist prayer to Wang Han and said, "Since you are Uncle Jiu's friend, you are naturally my friend as well. You are so outstanding at such a young age. I admire you."
"Master Ikkyu, you flatter me." Wang Han said with a smile, "These are just some hobbies in my spare time, nothing compared to your professional training in Buddhism and Taoism. You can just call me Wang Han. I am also curious about Buddhist magic theories, and I hope to have the opportunity to exchange ideas with you in the future."
“Wang Han, you’re too modest. Just call me Monk Yixiu. I don’t have much to do usually, so I can talk to you anytime,” Master Yixiu said. He thought to himself how wonderful it would be if his neighbor were Wang Han instead of the Four-Eyed Taoist.
The Four-Eyed Taoist also said, "That's right, Wang Han, why be modest with the old monk? That's just the truth."
"Wang Han, this is my disciple Qingqing." The old monk introduced her to Wang Han, and then said to Qingqing, "Qingqing... greets Daoist Wang Han."
"Taoist Master," Qingqing quickly and obediently called out.
After introducing themselves, Simu said to Jiale, "Jiale, hurry up and cook."
"Yes, Master." Jiale quickly ran out.
"Qingqing, you should go help too," Monk Yixiu said to Qingqing.
Perhaps because of Wang Han's presence, the Four-Eyed Taoist did not confront the Monk Ikkyu during tea and meals. Since the Four-Eyed Taoist did not target the Monk Ikkyu, the Monk Ikkyu naturally did not cause trouble. With a relieved expression, Jia Le finished his meal peacefully.
"Fellow Daoist and Monk Ikkyu seem to be at odds," Wang Han asked Four-Eyes Daoist after Monk Ikkyu left. "Is there some kind of grudge between you two?"
Jiale listened carefully. He only knew that his master disliked Master Ikkyu very much, but he didn't really know why.
“It’s a big holiday.” Upon hearing Wang Han’s question, the Four-Eyed Taoist said without hesitation, “That stinky monk chants scriptures every morning and evening, disturbing people’s sleep at night and their dreams during the day. It’s really annoying and unbearable.”
"A monk chanting sutras." Upon hearing this, Wang Han paused for a moment, recalling the Tang Monk from television dramas, and couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the Four-Eyed Taoist. Living next to a monk, it was impossible not to absorb some Buddhist influence.
"Master, then why not move? Wouldn't it be better to move further away? And why didn't you build the house next to each other when you were building it in the first place?" Jiale asked curiously. If it's unbearable, why not move further away?
Si Mu glared at Jia Le. This was a treasure trove.
"Since you find it annoying, why did you let Monk Ikkyu be your neighbor in the first place?" Wang Han asked curiously.
"Alas!" Upon hearing this, the Four-Eyed Taoist sighed, "I wish I could, but unfortunately, I discovered this place with that stinky monk, so there's nothing I can do."
"Master, isn't this fate?" Jiale quickly said, just like Qingqing and him, it was fate.
“Fellow Daoist, this is truly a tragic fate. You are destined to be entangled in this calamity.” Wang Han shook his head and said, “However, fortune and misfortune are intertwined. You don’t need to worry. Perhaps you will discover the benefits at some point.”
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