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The old housekeeper took a clean brocade shirt from nowhere and handed it to Mo Yun. The swordsman kept his head down and put on his clothes.

After he changed, the butler stood outside the bead curtain and said loudly to the inside: "Two distinguished guests are here!"

Immediately, there was a burst of crisp laughter from behind the screen in the bead curtain. A woman wearing a fancy silk gold dress lifted a corner of the curtain and waved to Lu Zhengkang, "Guests, come in and have a cup of tea!"

Lu Zhengkang squinted his eyes, closed the eleventh ceremony, and said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the benefactor is polite."

"Nanwuluyuan Bodhisattva, this little master is polite, please come in soon!" This famous woman is very humble and enthusiastic, and, not surprisingly, is a believer of Lu Zhengkang.

Wearing bead curtains, turning screens, sitting opposite each other in front of a sea of ​​root carving tea, the woman brewed a cup of green tea for each of them.

Mo Yun took the white porcelain teacup and did not open the face towel. He sniffed lightly and praised: "Longjing before Ming Dynasty, it's not just pure tea."

The woman smiled politely and turned to ask Lu Zhengkang, "Is the little master satisfied?"

"Tasting tea is not about the taste, but the mood." Lu Zhengkang pretended to be.

"Unexpectedly, you had this kind of knowledge at a young age," the woman smiled slightly, "just now my old servant heard you boasting about 500 years before and 500 years later, but I don't know if it is true or false."

"If you don't believe it, the poor monk will show you a palmistry."

"Which hand?"

"First right then left."

The woman handed her hand over, but he didn't look at it. Instead, he stared at the woman's face first, and kept counting with his right hand, as if a lotus flower had been opened, and at the same time, he was muttering words. In fact, he used Heaven's Eye to understand the life of this woman.

"It's not Sun, it's not Wang... It's not money, it's not Zhao...

"...Well, the donor is pampered, he was born a prince and noble, hey, he is a Suhuan with a surname and a surname, and he is 30 and 2 years old, right?"

"Not bad."

Then Lu Zhengkang carefully observed the palm of this Quan Suhuan, and used the skills learned from the photo book to interpret palmistry.

"Long fingers, short palms, dragon swallowing tigers, the benefactor must be a thoughtful person...the palm is thin, the palm is thin, alas, the luck is low..."

People have seven attributes, namely, perseverance, bravery, intelligence, calmness, wateriness, delicateness, and good fortune. The most important thing to look at is to distinguish the strength of the seven.

Quan Suhuan has sufficient wateriness and calmness, followed by meticulousness and perseverance, and the remaining three are very lacking. As a powerful person, he is considered a conservative person and has sufficient foundation to maintain the family, but he can't do any pioneering major things.

Lu Zhengkang had an analysis, Quan Suhuan also nodded his approval.

"Sure enough!" Quan Suhuan gestured to the housekeeper, and the old servant went to the cabinet to take out two jade treasures and put them on the small table by the tea sea.

This kind of treasure ornaments often have magical abilities, which can give the owner some gains, and they are very popular goods.

"A small gift is no respect. I wonder if the little master has any insights on the Buddhist scriptures?"

"I don't dare to say insights, it's nothing more than a little gain."

"Please move to the residence for a few days to stay for a few days. Yu Zheng has a lot of incomprehensions to ask you for advice."

Mo Yun couldn't help asking: "There is Daxiangguo Temple in this capital. Why doesn't Madam go there to listen to the scriptures?"

Lu Zhengkang coughed, "It's better to be respectful!"

Chapter One Hundred and Five

In the former Dingguo Mansion, the plaque of the imperial gift was taken off with shame after the fall of the dynasty and replaced with a new chapter. It is still famous in the capital-Quanfu.

The former Xuanhe momentum has come to an end.

Even so, the Quan family is still very powerful. The top executives of the world's largest chambers of commerce have their clan relatives. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are wealthy.

The deep house compound has the squareness of the northern courtyard and the elegance of the gardens in the south of the Yangtze River. The courtyard is eighteen-in, and hundreds of servants are busy traveling like ants.

Lu Zhengkang and Mo Yun were arranged in Junxian Residence, which is adjacent to Jingcheng East Street. After a few hundred steps, they can get out from the side entrance. The main street of East Street sells cultural and entertainment equipment and has a strong cultural atmosphere. Howl, sighing.

Junxian’s residence is backed by a lush bamboo forest. In winter, it is still tall and green, with dead leaves like flying feathers. It is not sentimental for the viewers. The forest creek gurgles through the arch bridge, flows into the underdrain, and gathers in the next courtyard. In the pond, there is a strange rockery on the pond, which is full of momentum, and there are weeping willows by the pond, and the long branches are reluctant to leave.

There is a pavilion in front of Junxian, the housekeeper is playing chess with Mo Yun, and Lu Zhengkang is sitting on the stone bench chatting with Quan Suhuan.

"Little Master, let's not hide it from you, I feel cordial when I hear your voice in the car, and that's why I invite you to come as a guest."

Lu Zhengkang smiled, "The benefactor chanted the Luyuan Bodhisattva Dharma, and he must have entered the Pure Land."

Quan Suhuan smiled piously and happily, "That's nature, and the Bodhisattva has vast magical powers, and the Pure Land of Moko's Immeasurable Fude is even more beautiful. I wonder if Master, have you joined the Pure Land?"

This long series of prefixes must have been bragged by the monks during their preaching. Lu Zhengkang was nonchalant about this, and said in a perfunctory tone: "Of course."

"No wonder, it turned out to be your own buddhist...little master, you can live here with peace of mind. Come whenever you want, and leave as you want. No one will stop you. If you have any requirements, tell the people and they will arrange it. Okay." Quan Suhuan's tone was flat, showing infinite confidence everywhere.

"The nobles have a golden mouth, and the poor monks don't follow it. However, if you gain something, you will lose. Today, if you are supported by the donor, the young monk has to do something for the donor in return."

Quan Suhuan chuckled, "The little master is out of sight. There are countless worships in my Quan Mansion. It is not a problem to raise you to the end of your life, but you have this kind of heart. It is really commendable. Do you calculate the weather tomorrow for the rest?"

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "These trivial things make the village farmer even able to tell the difference. Are the methods of the poor monks used in vain? Three months later, you will encounter a tricky thing, and then you will be the poor. The monk settled it, and the two of us died by this fate."

Quan Suhuan frowned after hearing this, and his face was unhappy, but after all he didn't say much. He stood up to say goodbye because of his unwellness.

The butler on the side hurriedly settled down, seeing that the outcome was difficult to distinguish, he shook his head unfortunately, and got up to leave.Before farewell, he specifically said: "Outside the city, there are many high-ranking and easy-goers living in the Qike Villa, which is a subsidiary of the Powerful Mansion. The two are happy to visit. In addition, there are also a few distinguished guests living in the mansion. If there is any conflict, please be sure to give it to We solve it."

In the end, he shrank his shoulders to catch up with Quan Suhuan, stepping away.

Mo Yun was still wearing the face towel, he didn't untie it because he was afraid of embarrassment.

"Little Monk, how long do you plan to stay here?"

"Eat and drink well, it's okay to stay for three months."

"But don’t tell me, my wealth should be lost. Why don’t you borrow a sum of money from that lady Quan. I bought the weapon and went to find the bad luck of the bandits, and I must chase back my broken sword. !"

"Don't be embarrassed by your martial arts!"

When Mo Yun heard this, he stood up and said, "How can my martial arts be considered low? Even if dozens of masters kill me, I can't get close to me. If it weren't for the group of bandits who attacked and killed me, I would definitely be able to retreat! Will live here!"

"Hey," Lu Zhengkang retorted, "Don't use'lover'-to describe this good place to live!" He stood up, stood by the pavilion and held his hands, although his body was small, his spirit was full.

"You three-legged cat Kungfu are still boasting here. Without that broken sword, you are nothing," Lu Zhengkang chuckled. "Let me count, the ancient swordsman's legacy, the first-grade black jade broken sword of the gods, the first-level gods The fragments of the "Heart Sword Sutra" exercise technique, is this your support?"

Mo Yun frowned, not eager to refute.

"Is not convinced? Yes, you learned the sword at the age of sixteen, and you reached the realm of human sword integration at the age of seventeen. At the age of eighteen, you understood the "Heart Sword Sutra" without any inner strength foundation, overnight, Feeling self-contained. These are also deeds that make you proud."

Lu Zhengkang smiled, "Indeed, you can be regarded as a genius, given you a few hundred years, maybe you can really dominate the rivers and lakes."

When the young swordsman heard this, he was not convinced, "Since he is a genius, why does it take hundreds of years to dominate the rivers and lakes?"