This Buddhist name made Zhang Biwu and Fu Yuzhi's expressions suddenly have a sense of meaning.

Sure enough, Zhao Xuanji had arranged everything.

And did not discuss with them.

Such examples have never happened before.

Zhang Biwu and Fu Yuzhi looked at each other, and at the same time felt the atmosphere between the three, and there were already some changes that could never be returned.

Fu Yuzhi turned around and looked around, but saw the balcony leading to them. There was no one in that room.

"There."

Zhang Biwu shouted gently, and Fu Yuzhi quickly looked at it, but saw that at the end of the streets where their restaurants were, the old monk wearing a puppet was walking towards the restaurant step by step.

The intuitive distance between the two is one or two hundred meters, let alone one upstairs and one downstairs.

At such a distance, ordinary people want to communicate, at least they have to shout exhausted to hear some sounds, but the words of this old monk just now seem to be posted in their ears.

"These folk strange scholars, really have some skills." Fu Yuzhi said lightly.

Because of some of the early years, he has never liked these people of these rivers and lakes, not to mention that as a member of the imperial court, now he is a provincial order under the door of holding power.

, Even more disappointing these so -called martial arts masters.

When Zhang Biwu heard the words, he just smiled slightly. When he was about to speak, he saw a knock on the door suddenly.

Zhang Biwu stunned and looked down at the downstairs subconsciously, but where can I see the old monk of the French Jueshou just now?

"Please enter."

Zhao Xuanji said lightly.

The door was pushed open, and the monk who was still a hundred meters away from the restaurant downstairs a while ago was standing at the door of the room at this time.

Master Zhao, Master Fu, Zhang. "

"Masters don't need to be polite, please come over and talk." Zhao Xuanji said.

Juean then walked to the balcony. After Zhao Xuanji signaled, he also dealt with Yu Zhi and Zhang Biwu, respectively, and then sat down.

"Please drink tea."

Zhao Xuanji had a very kind attitude towards Jue An. He poured a cup of tea for Jue An in person. After handing it over, he reached out and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Master Zhao." Ji Jian closed his hands with both hands. After speaking, he picked up the tea cup with both hands and took a sip.

At this time, Zhang Biwu had the opportunity to carefully look at the shore.

Juean's body is tall, with a burly figure, wearing a puppet, a kind of expression, the most notable of his eyebrows, the most remarkable thing is his pair of eyebrows, white and long, and hang directly to the earlobe.

It seems that I can get a lot of people.

Zhang Biwu asked: "The master is old?"

Putting down the tea cup in Juean, warmly answered: "The old man is born in the second year of Taiwu, and now there are eighty three."

"Two years of Taiwu!"

Zhang Biwu admired: "I see the master's step -by -step, clear thinking, and clear mouth. I think that the master will not exceed seventy, but I don't want to be an old man, and it will be disrespectful."
Chapter completed!