Chapter 325 Turning fiction into reality

Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji to a Zen courtyard, which was Yuan Hui's residence. This Zen courtyard was built brick by brick by Huilun, Huifa and Yuan Hui. Of course, Kong Wen's support was also indispensable. A sum of money was allocated from the temple so that Yuan Hui had the money to purchase related building materials, and then he built this Zen temple. In fact, this Zen temple does not have any too extravagant buildings. Except for a few glazed tiles, most of the other building materials are round. Hui himself mined the mountains, felled trees, chiseled rocks, and even built a canal. These were naturally extremely difficult for ordinary people, but for a heavenly master like Yuan Hui who had cultivated a golden body, it was even a matter of time. Not even a sweat breaks out. Of course, for Huilun and Huifa, it is no less than a practice, sharpening their will.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the word "Chan Yuan" written on the plaque in front of the Zen Yuan and had a preliminary impression of the owner of the Zen Yuan. This eminent monk is a person who is afraid of trouble, otherwise he would not be so casual in naming his Zen Yuan. , I am simply too lazy, and judging by words, the word "Zen Yuan" is extremely handsome and full of the artistic conception of tranquility and inaction. This makes Zhang Sanfeng even more curious about Yuan Hui. This eminent monk is more like a Taoist master. , unlike Buddhist disciples. Of course, this does not rule out the possibility that this eminent monk can practice both Buddhism and Taoism, but if this is the case, it further illustrates that Yuan Hui’s wisdom is profound and his realm is unpredictable.

Zhang Sanfeng placed Zhang Wuji on the ground and used his energy to disperse the stains on his Taoist robe. The gray Taoist robe instantly became brighter. Zhang Sanfeng tidied his hair, pulled up the loose long hair with a wooden hairpin, and straightened out his messy white beard.

Zhang Sanfeng, also known as Zhang Sloppy, has never paid much attention to his own image. Sometimes his image is inevitably a bit disappointing to his fans who admire him. Zhang Wuji stared at Zhang Sanfeng's actions in amazement. Although he and Zhang Sanfeng were in the same room day and night in Wu Zhong, But this was the first time I saw Zhang Sanfeng attaching so much importance to his image. He was not as casual as usual. Even just now in front of Kong Wen and others, he had never paid such attention to him.

Zhang Sanfeng looked like a fairy at this time, with a thin face, smooth skin, without a trace of wrinkles. Although his beard and hair had turned white, they were extremely shiny. He had a childlike face and a rosy complexion. He was a Taoist master and a land god. respect.

Zhang Sanfeng then ordered Zhang Wuji, who was stunned, "Wuji, go and knock on the door. The master is already waiting!"

"Yes, Grand Master!" Zhang Wuji was very curious about the eminent monks in the Zen Temple at this time. He had never seen his Grand Master, the best in the world, treat a person so seriously. It simply refreshed Zhang Wuji's three things. View.

"Boom boom boom!" Zhang Wuji didn't dare to be rude. He knew that the master here was a being that even Zhang Sanfeng needed to treat seriously, so he seemed to attach great importance to etiquette when he knocked on the door. He was strong and slow, and he didn't dare to disturb the master.

"The door is open, please come in!" Yuan Hui had already noticed Zhang Sanfeng's arrival, and even observed Zhang Sanfeng's every move with clairvoyance. She was amused by Zhang Sanfeng's way of arranging his appearance in front of his door. Who in the world didn't know that Zhang Sanfeng Because of his slovenliness and bad temper, it was rare for Zhang Sanfeng to give him face and tidy up his appearance before visiting him, which made Yuan Hui dumbfounded.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded to Zhang Wuji and was about to step into the monastery. He glanced at his empty hands again and felt that something was missing from his hands. Thinking of this, Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his hand and a branch of the pine tree outside the monastery directly hit him. It flew into Zhang Sanfeng's hand. Zhang Sanfeng held the branch in his left hand and touched it with his right hand. The whole branch became a smooth wooden handle. Zhang Sanfeng looked at the bare wooden handle and couldn't help but look at his white hair and shook it. He shook his head, and his true energy surged out from his hand. Thin white threads sprouted from the end of the wooden handle, floating in the wind. A true energy whisk appeared in front of Zhang Wuji's eyes. Zhang Wuji's eyes widened. , full of admiration for Zhang Sanfeng's methods.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his hastily made whisk in dissatisfaction, and with a flick of his hand, the pine wood handle turned into powder, and the true energy emerged again to form a black handle. Zhang Sanfeng nodded with satisfaction, and finally got everything ready. Once everything was ready, Zhang Sanfeng put the whisk on his arm and stepped into the monastery this time.

"This old trick is going to cause trouble!"

Yuan Hui saw Zhang Sanfeng's every move, and her face couldn't help but twitch a little. One was because she felt sorry for her pine tree, and the other was that Zhang Sanfeng's sexy tricks caught Yuan Hui off guard. She didn't expect that Zhang Sanfeng would suddenly use the method of turning the imaginary into reality. Means made a whisk.

"Zhang Laodao is forcing himself to show off his skills. As expected, he is really sophisticated and clever!"

Yuan Hui looked at her dusty monk's robe and shook her head helplessly. The true energy emerged from her body. Outside the gray monk's robe, red and gold silk threads were intertwined with each other, circle after circle, in the gray A golden and red cassock was woven out of the monk's robe, which shone in the sun. The perfect treasure set off the majesty of the monk's robe, and finally gave him a bit of the elegance of an eminent monk.

Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji into the monastery with a fly whisk in hand. He walked along the cookie-cutter gravel path and passed through the bamboo forest, where he saw Yuan Hui sitting on a futon.

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but be a little stunned. He didn't expect that Yuan Hui was so young. Yuan Hui's power was so great that he looked several years younger than his actual age. Previously, Zhang Sanfeng saw that Master Yuanyin was already old enough to know his destiny. As his junior disciple, Yuan Hui thought that Yuan Hui would be at least middle-aged.

"Old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng has met Master Yuanhui!" Zhang Sanfeng bowed, the fly whisk in his hand extremely conspicuous.

"Young monk Yuan Hui has met Master Zhang!" Yuan Hui stood up without exaggerating, clasped her hands together and bowed in return.

"Master Zhang and this little brother, please take a seat!" Fang Hui waved the futon behind Zhang Sanfeng and used the host's instructions to politely let them sit down.

"I didn't expect that Master Yuanhui is so young! He is already in the realm of gods and humans, with amazing talents and brilliance. The old Taoist can only live a hundred years in vain!"

As soon as Zhang Sanfeng sat down, he praised Yuan Hui.

"Zhenzhen Zhang is really praiseworthy. The young monk is just lucky!"

Yuan Hui's words definitely came from the sincerity. If he hadn't had the ability to travel through the heavens, he wouldn't have grown to this point.

"I wonder what Mr. Zhang is here for today?"

Yuan Hui asked knowingly, not to mention that he already knew Zhang Sanfeng's purpose. Even if Yuan Hui didn't know before, Zhang Wuji was simply defenseless in front of him because of his telepathy, and could know what he was thinking at will.

Yuan Hui pretended not to know at this time, just to get the upper hand. Anyway, Zhang Sanfeng wanted something from him.