When he entered the room, Qingyan spoke, "Master Fazhi, I am simple and there is nothing to entertain. Just do whatever you want. Go and treat the wound first."

Fazhi waved his hand, "There is no need to be troubled by the donor of Qing. I am penniless, but I just carried a bottle of trauma medicine on my body, which was very effective. If I don't dislike it, I can use it." After that, he took out a small porcelain bottle from the torn robes and handed it to Qingyan.

Qingyan looked at the kind-eyed and kind-hearted Fazhi, and was moved and said, "What did the master say? You are not only giving you good medicine, but also giving you good medicine. You have never done anything for you. Qingyan is really ashamed of you like this."

Fazhi did not take back the hand holding the porcelain bottle, and said with a smile: "Green donor, don't worry, monks are based on compassion, and they have to bother tonight for a night, so they should just be considered as the cost of staying overnight."

Qingyan felt that if he refused, he would be pretentious, so he clasped his fists and bowed: "Then Qingyan is worthy of being in charge, thank you Master." Then, with the help of Fazhi, Qingyan applied the wound medicine and bandaged it.

"Master, I should thank you very much tonight, but it is a curfew now, and it is really a bit shabby. I have nothing except two jars of bad wine, and I am really ashamed." Qing Yan said embarrassedly at the table.

Fazhi's answer was beyond Qingyan's expectations, "It's okay, it's okay. Since the donor Qing has good wine, why not ask me to taste it? I'm afraid that donor Qing will feel sorry for his good wine by then."

This sentence surprised Qingyan. Thinking about the skill that Fazhi had just shown, he was obviously a master, and the bottle of injury medicine looked ordinary on the outside, but the effect was not ordinary, and it must be expensive. The most important thing is that a monk in his sixties looked very kind-hearted. Could it be a monk who was not afraid of wine and meat?

Fazhi looked at Qingyan's surprised expression and joked: "It's me that I'm abrupt. I was already disturbing myself after staying for a night, and I wanted to ask my master for a drink. I was really ashamed."

"What is the master saying? Since you don't dislike Qingyan's wine, I'll bring it to you and I'll drink it." After that, Qingyan got up and walked away quickly. When he came back, he was already holding two jars of wine in his arms, and there was still some mud on the jar.

Fazhi saw the wine jar in Qingyan's arms, his eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise: "Donor Qing, if I say nothing, these two jars of wine have been buried for more than ten years."

"That's right, this wine was buried with an old man ten years ago. Master, you have such a good eye. Just looking at the body of the jar, you can tell the age of the wine." Qingyan was also surprised after putting the jar on the wooden table.

Fazhi was like a naughty boy who met his beloved thing, standing by the table, rubbing his hands, and saying excitedly: "Green Donor, I have to hide it. I have only two good things in my life, one is Buddhism, and the other is good wine. My senior brothers on the mountain are very careful on weekdays. Although I drank a lot this time, I have collected it for ten years, but they are all expensive. I always sighed, but I didn't expect that you have such good wine in your hand. It's so lucky."

Fazhi's words and deeds also infected Qingyan. Unexpectedly, the other party was so fond of wine, so he pointed to a wine jar and said, "The master loves fine wine so much, why not open it quickly?"

This sentence seemed to have infinite magic power to Dharma wisdom. He couldn't wait to pick up a wine jar with both hands, "Only those who are good at wine can smell one or two. It is the fragrance of this soil that allows me to know the age of wine." Then he opened the mud seal,

In an instant, the mellow aroma of wine filled the hall, making people feel intoxicated.

"As I expected, this is the fragrance of rice clouds in Jingxiang. Its origin can be traced back to the time of King Wuling. Although it is not a famous wine, it is very popular among the local people. It is strong but not astringent, mellow and fragrant. In my opinion, it is much better than the expensive blue and white carvings."

Seeing Fazhi's comment on the Daoyunxiang as if he had known it, Qingyan sighed very much.

While Fazhi was intoxicated, Qingyan had already brought two porcelain bowls and placed them on the table with a plate of peanuts. After pouring the wine for Fazhi and himself, Qingyan raised the bowl and said, "Master Fazhi, Qingyan thanked you again for your kindness in saving you. Here Qingyan promised that if the master can use it in the future, there would be no other words."

After saying that, he drank the wine in one go.

Seeing Qingyan so heroic, Fazhi said with some grief: "Donor Qing, this wine is yours. I don't have much to say, but seeing you drinking so much, I didn't savor it carefully. I saw that I felt it was a pity. Let's drink it slowly and save some."

"Master doesn't have to do this. Qingyan has two jars of wine, so he can bring two jars of wine. It's impossible to drink one jar and keep another jar. Master just drink it." Qingyan waved his hand, very heroic.

Fazhi was stunned at first when he heard this, then dried the wine in the bowl, and then opened the second jar with lightning speed. While pouring wine for himself, he said, "Donor Qing, why don't you say it early? I thought I could only drink one jar, hahahaha, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and fill the wine."

This series of actions was completed in one go, almost instantly. Qingyan just felt a flash in front of him. The second jar of wine had been opened. It seemed that the monk inadvertently showed another skill.

After a brief moment of stunned gaze, Qingyan laughed loudly and started drinking with Fazhi.

I don’t know how long it took or how much I drank, but at this time both of them were tilted around the chair, like mud.

Qing Yanqiang cheered up and raised his hand to shake the wine jar. He found that it was empty and smiled bitterly: "Master, it seems that we can only drink here tonight."

After hearing this, Fazhi also corrected his body and sighed: "Good wine, it's really good wine. Tonight, thanks to the donor of Qing to receive such hospitality, if I don't give me a greeting, the Buddha will not forgive me. Come on, sit up straight, I will observe you."

Observe me?

What does this mean? Qingyan was a little confused and thought to himself whether he was looking for his physiognomy? But as far as he knew, wasn't this physiognomy used by Taoist priests, which was really strange. Although he was confused, Qingyan sat upright.

Then, Fazhi carefully observed Qingyan's face.

As time went by, Qingyan discovered that Fazhi's expression gradually became serious from the initial hazy drunkenness. By this time, his expression was already extremely solemn, and a layer of slight sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Cai Donor, can you tell me if you have a birth date or a horoscope?"

When he heard that Fa Zhiguan wanted his birth date and horoscope, Qingyan replied with some melancholy: "Master, I am an orphan. When I was less than a month old, I was picked up by a kind old man from the Qingzhu Gang. Naturally, I have no way to know the birth date and horoscope, and I don't even know the surname. There is only a strange stone that has been with me in my cradle. My name has come from now on."

Fazhi pondered for a moment and said, "Donor Qing, can you see your stone?" Qingyan then took off the stone from his neck and handed it to Fazhi.

He took the stone carefully and Fazhi looked at it carefully. After a while, he solemnly handed the stone back.

Feeling the solemnity of Fazhi, Qingyan spoke for a long time and asked, "Master, do you know this stone?" Fazhi shook his head, "I won't mention this stone for now. I want to tell the donor Qing about your appearance."

"The eyebrows are dense but not thick, thin but not weak. The eyes are black and white, and they are still motionless. The nose is aloft and tall, neither biased nor assisted. The lips are red, and the teeth are white and fine. The official position is full and the wealth is long." Speaking of this, Fazhi looked at Qingyan's expression in confusion, and explained: "To put it bluntly, the combination of what I just said, your fate is not even rich or noble. There is only one word that can be described, that is, 'Emperor'!"

Before Qingyan could express his surprise, Fazhi continued, "But, your Fude Palace is broken and messy, but you have great dangers and dangers in your life, and your parents should be no longer alive."

"What? My parents are dead?" Qingyan has gone from initial joy to loss. He really doesn't want to believe what Fazhi said. Could it be that he really wants to live without roots and without Ping for the rest of his life?

Fazhi nodded, shook his head again, and explained: "Donor Qing, I don't know your birth date, so I can't make a conclusion, but I'm almost inseparable, but I have to say something."

"Master, it's okay."

"I'm here to advise you, you must not enter the temple, nor do you have to go to the general to worship the prime minister, otherwise..." Qing Yan felt that the general to worship the prime minister was very vague, so he asked casually: "Master, I wonder what will happen if I enter the temple?"

Fazhi did not answer immediately, but picked up the wine jar and fell to the ground suddenly, saying seriously: "Otherwise, it would be like this wine jar, falling all over the ground, and there would be no way back." After a pause, he said: "But your numerology shows that you will depend on good and bad luck in your life. If one day you really reach this point, there is only one way that may protect you from good or bad!"

Qingyan looked at the broken wine jar on the ground and said in a daze: "What's the way out?"

"Fight! Fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight with power, fight with people. Fight! No matter what hardships are, move forward bravely and don't look back!"

Feeling the heroic spirit in Fazhi's words, Qingyan slowly came to his senses and secretly scolded himself for not knowing the world is high and the earth is just an ordinary disciple of the Qingzhu Gang, and he is not even able to fight with those generals, prime ministers, kings and princes. It is really worrying. Since he learned that his parents are no longer in the world, it is better to save enough money to come to Bashu as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Qingyan was in a much better mood, so he stood up and bowed to Fazhi and said, "Thank you for your advice. Qingyan will remember what he said today."

Fazhi waved his hand and said, "There is another thing, Qing donor, don't show your black stone easily, remember it! Remember!"

Qingyan touched his chest and was a little silenced, "Master, is it just a strange stone, is it so important?"
Chapter completed!