Su Xiuqing glared at Chen Chufan with anger, but Chen Chufan ignored it directly. Others said that the beauty is delicious, but now the beauty of this girl is absolutely not as cute as the food in front of her.

Uncle Fu snapped his fingers with a smile. The servant who had been waiting at the dining table took two wine glasses and filled the wine in them and placed them in front of them.

"Sister Yuanyuan, let's ignore those two drunkards and come to drink bird's nest soup. My favorite is this crab roe bird's nest soup." Su Xiuqing pulled Huang Yuanyuan beside her and said, not paying attention to the two men who like to drink.

Chen Chufan also knew from Su Xiuqing that what was placed in front of him turned out to be the legendary bird's nest. This was a good thing that students Chen had never eaten before. He quickly scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth. It tasted smooth and smooth, comparable to Xiaoxi's lilac tongue.

"Ph, ph, ph." After denying this inappropriate metaphor in his mind, Chen Chufan began to eat it.

There was no intention of being polite to the owner, nor any image of an artist. The two beauties on the table looked surprised and ignored. After one meal, five plates and one basin were basically empty, and most of the dishes fell into Chen Chufan's stomach.

"It's good to be young!" After the meal, Uncle Fu couldn't help but sigh.

It was only then that Chen Chufan, who had already eaten and drunk enough that he smiled embarrassedly, "I haven't eaten authentic Z national cuisine for a long time. In addition, this dish is really delicious, so I couldn't help but eat more, which made Uncle Fu laugh."

It is a very pleasant and meaningful activity to be able to walk in the forest after a full meal, so there are four people in the woods next to the villa.

Su Xiuqing walked in front with Qiuqiu with her sister Yuanyuan, while Chen Chufan followed Uncle Fu, paced slowly.

"I passed away at the age of seven and became an orphan. I started to serve in the army at the age of eighteen. I went to the Vietnam War battlefield at the age of twenty-nine. I retired at the age of thirty-one. I went to the United States to join the gangster at the age of thirty-three. The M government began to attack the gangster at the age of thirty-six. My comrades were arrested. I started working hard with his savings. From opening a Chinese restaurant to now, I have a net worth of tens of billions. What kind of storms and waves I have never seen before?"

When he said this, Fu Bo paused, took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it for himself, and took a deep breath, then looked at Chen Chufan, who looked confused and didn't understand why Fu Bo suddenly introduced his life, continued: "Before today, I, Li Afu, did not believe in heaven and earth, and did not believe in gods and Buddhas all my life, and only I believe in myself! But the story you told has shaken me! Is there really a god and Buddha in this world?"

After saying that, Uncle Fu glanced at the expressionless boy.

Chen Chufan hesitated for a moment and said vaguely: "If you believe in this kind of thing, you will have it; if you don't believe in it, you will not have it. No one can force anyone!"

"But the old monk you mentioned is the legendary first-class immortal? Otherwise, you can open your mind by just being enlightened? You can practice martial arts at the age of four and learn Buddhist methods?" Uncle Fu was obviously dissatisfied with Chen Chufan's answer and continued to ask aggressively.

"There are always masters!" Chen Chufan, who felt something wrong, said in a stern manner: "There are so great that there are always things that we cannot reach. Although you have never touched them, you cannot deny their existence."

"It's right, but Chen Chufan, it's not that I don't believe you. It's that your experience has touched me a lot!" Uncle Fu sighed: "Hey, I'm old, my hands are covered with blood in this life. If there is really a heaven and hell in this world, I'm afraid I will suffer endless suffering in that hell in the future, so I don't want to believe you, so I want to test you."

"Oh? What's the exam?" Chen Chufan replied faintly.

"You said that you can recite the Tripitaka in the Chinese Tripitaka as if you were to memorize it, so I will examine your Tripitaka!" As soon as Fu Bo finished speaking, he seemed to have cooperated well. The unique roar of the car motor sounded at the door of the villa not far away, and a tall man moved out a pile of books from the car.

Chen Chufan unexpectedly glanced at Uncle Fu. He didn't expect that Uncle Fu had specially asked someone to find the entire Buddhist scriptures in order to test. By the way, Uncle Fu is really powerful and can get the complete "Tripitaka" so quickly in Country M, a country where Christianity is mainstream. However, in Chen Chufan's view, this seems to be a bit of a big deal.

However, he did not expect what kind of subversion he made up his experience and the fact that he was really invulnerable to his sword and gun.

If Uncle Fu was just a little curious about Chen Chufan at the beginning, but when Chen Chufan fabricated that bizarre experience and seemed to be able to prove it, it would be shocking to Uncle Fu.

If Uncle Fu was young, it would never be like this. What if there were gods and Buddhas in the sky? I would like to say it with a shot. But he is already an old man, a very rich old man, an old man who has lived a good life. So his idea is really different from before. Because people are old, they are closer to death.

The old man who has been bumpy for a lifetime is often afraid of the unknown, so death, as the most mysterious unknown for humans, makes this old man even more afraid. Especially Uncle Fu's life is bumpy, and his hands are stained with blood in order to survive. If what the Buddha Sect said is true, there is really the Avici Hell after death, or if he really chooses the six realms of reincarnation in the next life according to the merits before his life, Uncle Fu would have made plans early.

So what the old man wanted to prove at this time was not whether Chen Chufan could recite Buddhist scriptures, nor whether Chen Chufan's bizarre experience was true, but that he was finding a way out for himself a hundred years later. In other words, if the old man chose to believe Chen Chufan's tricks, it would be a complete subversion of his worldview, or he would go from a pure atheist to a firm believer in Buddhism. This is indeed something worthy of careful treatment for a wealthy man with a net worth of tens of billions of dollars.

So in order to prove Chen Chufan's words, the old man would not think that he would make a big deal of anything he did. Therefore, the old man did not understand Buddhist scriptures, so he immediately sent someone to buy a whole set of Buddhist scriptures.

"Xiuqing, please accompany your sister Yuanyuan first. I will go to the study to talk about something with this little friend Chen." Uncle Fu said loudly to his daughter in front of him.

Su Xiuqing was a little confused. She didn't understand why her father was so close to Chen Chufan today. She heard that the servant had been talking in the study room in the morning. Not long after the meal in the afternoon, she asked Chen Chufan to accompany him to the study room. You must know that this is a treatment that many big shots could not enjoy in front of their father. She couldn't help but look at Chen Chufan more curiously, and then said to Uncle Fu: "Well, good dad!"

Looking at the two of them turning and leaving, the girl curiously asked Huang Yuanyuan beside her: "Sister Yuanyuan, is there anything special about that Chen Chufan? I feel that my father values ​​him very much!"

"He?" Huang Yuanyuan thought for a while and said, "What's the special thing about a brat who likes to talk nonsense? It's just like Lu Jia. If you want to say special, just like you said, the piano is very good, right? But I haven't heard him play the piano seriously yet. Also, I heard that he plays very well in games, and he is quite unemployed!"

"PA,PA" It seems that Huang Yuanyuan's criticism of Chen Chufan was annoyed Qiuqiu, who was lying comfortably in Su Xiuqing's hand. Qiuqiu raised her head, blinked its cute eyes, and made a protest sound.

"Oh, can Qiuqiu still understand that we are talking about your father? Qiuqiu is so smart, much cuteer than your unreliable father!" Huang Yuanyuan stretched out her hand in surprise and stroked Qiuqiu's round head for a while, and said happily.

Chen Chufan called his Qiuqiu Qiu's son in front of Huang Yuanyuan all day long. Huang Yuanyuan was used to this title. When she was fine, she often joked that Chen Chufan was Qiuqiu's father.

"Yes, Qiuqiu is so cute, much cute than your drinking father!" Su Xiuqing also frowned and agreed. Looking at Qiuqiu's cute appearance, she couldn't help but pick up the little guy and rub it on her cheek.

"Sister Yuanyuan, what do he like to talk nonsense? Tell me, and he plays the piano very well and has feelings, so I can't say that he is not doing his job properly!"

If Chen Chufan knew that Huang Yuanyuan's evaluation of her behind her was so unbearable, she would definitely feel aggrieved. Even if she occasionally complained, she would never be compared with Lu Jia's chattering chatter, right? Her complaints were targeted, unlike Lu Jia? She could mix everything in a few words, which is a fundamental difference. At least in Chen Chufan's opinion, she is much deeper than Lu Jia.

But at this moment he had no time to think about these messy things. As his lips kept closing, the Buddhist scriptures accumulated from the accumulation of obscure words were emerging from his mouth.

"Furthermore, Bodhisattva Mahasattvas should be given as giving, like pure precepts, like samadhi, like wisdom, like escape, like wisdom, like appearance in the realm of desire, formless realm, no desire, no formless realm, no past, present, and present, and nothing."

"Okay, stop! Change one." Uncle Fu, who was sitting opposite him, also had a serious face. He placed a whole set of "The Tripitaka" on his generous desk. Chen Chufan, who was not like Na Longyuan, could recite a scripture at will. But really, he picked up one at will, asked Xiao Chen to memorize a paragraph, and then stopped to change another. He was so troubled that Chen Chufan was so hard that he could not do it.

I had already drunk two cups of tea. If I hadn't felt that I had a good meal here at noon today, I would have eaten the shortest. Xiao Chen wanted to leave. What's this? Is it a test for students?

"Can you start the fourth paragraph of "The Buddha's Sutra on the Buddha's Prosperity and Exposure of the Tathagata?" Chen Chufan recited more and more, and his face became more and more surprised, and his words became more and more polite.
Chapter completed!