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Chapter 371

The summer morning is different from the silence in other seasons. The cicada is still calling softly.

Perhaps because Breaking Dawn came too early, a few sparse stars that had not completely faded their color were still trying to resist being driven away by the rays of the rising sun.

On the spacious road in the suburbs of Hanzhong, an Audi car was driving at high speed.

Not long after, the car arrived in front of an ancestral house covering a large area.

Later, Zen Master Jie Cheng, who had met Zhou Mu once, came down.

Originally, Zhou Mu owed him a favor, but Zen Master Jiacheng had people give him gifts during the holidays. Logically speaking, Zhou Mu would not forget him even if he did not come in person.

However, Zen Master Jiacheng was entrusted by his friend Long Tuo, a Thai monk, and wanted to interview Zhou and exchange some greetings.

In addition, he was very curious about Zhang Taigong's resurrection from the dead, so he wanted to find out.

05 It may not be so easy for others to enter the Zhang family, but he is different.

In his early years, Zen Master Jiacheng had a close relationship with Zhang Qishu, the grandson of the Zhang family, so he was naturally not afraid of being turned away.

"A little early."

Zen Master Jie Cheng looked at his watch and said, "Forget it, let's knock on the door later." He was about to find a clean place at the door to sit down and wait.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

Then a young man in his twenties came out holding a broom.

When Zen Master Jie Cheng saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Amitabha, the donor, and the poor monk is Jie Cheng, the abbot of Tianning Zen Temple. Could you please convey your request to Taoist Zhang Qishu?"

The young man was startled, "Hey, isn't this my little mom?"

The lay name of Zen Master Jie Cheng is Feng.

As a man in his sixties or seventies, he was not angry when a young man in his twenties called him "Xiao Feng". On the contrary, he smiled calmly and said, "My surname is Feng, a poor monk. How did you know that, the donor?"

The young man laughed loudly, "You little monk is still as good-tempered as ever. No wonder you are called Zen Master Gou at such a young age.

The old-fashioned tone of the young man in front of him confused Zen Master Jiecheng.

He frowned slightly and asked, "Donor, do you know me?"

The young man glanced at him and said, "You and my grandson got so drunk the night before you escaped into Buddhism that you wet your pants. Did you forget?"

Zen Master Jiacheng's face turned red when he mentioned this.

It's just that not many people know about it.

He was confused for a moment and said: "How did you know about this? Donor, who are you?"

The young man smiled and said: "I am Zhang Qishu, his grandfather Zhang Xianyuan. You used to come here to stay overnight. Do you remember?"

Are you Mr. Zhang?

Zen Master Jiacheng wanted to curse immediately.

He has a close relationship with Zhang Qishu.

In his early years, he received a lot of favors from the Zhang family.

I have great respect for Taigong Zhang in my heart.

Now I see a young man in his twenties pretending to be Mr. Zhang.

No matter how good-tempered Zen Master Jiacheng was, he couldn't help but be angry at this time.

He said with a cold face, "You..."

233 The words of scolding have not yet been spoken.

Suddenly an elderly man's voice came from inside, "Grandpa, what are you doing sweeping the floor before it's fully dawn? It's not like no one in the family does this kind of work. 11

As soon as he finished speaking, Chengshi saw his friend Zhang Xushu walking out with a look of resignation on his face.

The young man turned his head and looked, "Perfected Being promised to accept me into the Huangshan Dao Monarch Palace as a gatekeeper. From now on, I have to get up so early every day to chant sutras and sweep the floor. Can't I get familiar with it in advance?"

ah?

Are you really Mr. Zhang?

Zen Master Jiacheng was completely stunned.

impossible.

Zhang Taigong was over a hundred years old.

How could it be this young man in his twenties?