“When did this start?”

"Three years ago, after the confinement order was issued!"

The more I asked, the more strange I felt. I remember Xiaoxiang told him with swearing that the Galan Dharma Assembly was the day to worship the Buddhas of the Holy Realm. According to the saying, there is no shame in the holy realm, and everyone in the world can come to watch the ceremony. Is it spread by those who are interested, or is it the same as this year’s abnormality?

Su Fu began to hesitate in his heart. The Fahua Sect obviously did not want this secret to be transmitted to the outside world. If he insisted on finding out the truth, he would be afraid that he would take himself in before he could take revenge.

Thinking of this, he sighed slightly in his heart. No matter when, no matter how his cultivation level is, he still has some pleasure.

Thinking of pleasure, Chu Yuhuan's words suddenly sounded in his ears: Cooking wine in spring rain, frost and grass unexpectedly.

He was once humble, but never lowered his head; he once hunched over, afraid of making mistakes, but never broke his waist. Only by acquiring revenge can he exorcise his heart and be afraid of going forward without going forward!

After all, I can't calm down!

Thinking of the babies in the pot, my chest was stirred and I couldn't help but snorted heavily.

The two kneeling men were shocked.

Su Fu came back to his senses, slowly calmed down, and said warmly: "I just misunderstood, don't kneel down and get up. Li Zhong, go to the city to find a painter, and you have something to do to give me instructions! - Go and prepare some more food, just pay more."

The two of them took their own orders.

Su Fu sat quietly for a while and then heard the noisy sound outside the inn. He saw about twenty beggars of all sizes pouring in like a swarm of beggars.

"My uncle chooses me, choose me..."

"No...don't choose him, he is a cripple, choose me, choose me..."

"Your mother's is a cripple, your whole family is a cripple, your mother's..."

"Everyone... shut up..." Seeing that the fight was about to start, Kong Li squeezed out of the crowd and shouted at them twice, "Whoever makes a sound again, get out, the uncle said..."

There was a sudden silence in the inn.

Su Fu secretly praised him for his cleverness and said, "Stop clamoring, choose a seat yourself, fill your stomach first and then worry about it."

Twenty beggars of all sizes cheered and went to choose seats, looking at the back hall.

The waiter lifted the curtain with a large cage of steamed buns at this time. Seeing more than 20 beggars, he was shocked. He didn't know Su Fu's plan, and did not dare to ask. He just worked hard to bring all kinds of food up, and it was enough to take care of it.

Soon after Li Zhong led a painter back, Su Fu led him to the room upstairs, and he told him orally. The painter spread out the drawing paper and drew it carefully for a while. Suddenly, he said in surprise: "Ah, isn't this painting Zen Master Songtao?"

Su Fu suddenly concentrated and said lightly: "Sir, I recognize him."

The painter is about forty years old. He is wearing a square mountain crown, a black robe, and a double flower robe on his feet. He twisted his beard on his face and laughed softly, "I was marching in the class a few days ago, and he was ranked below the living Buddhas. He was the Zen masters who appeared to preach the Dharma. After a clever and wonderful Zen speech, he was so fascinated by the hearing, so he recognized him."

"Since that's the case, I painted according to what my husband saw."

The painter replaced a new piece of paper, drew it in just a few strokes, and said to Su Fu: "The noble man only sees the mountains but not the water. You must know that the mountains and rivers are in one place, so that the road will be formed."
Chapter completed!