The winding water of the Xijiang River is like a silk belt, surrounding the entire Longgai Mountain. The shallow water is not knee-deep, but the deep water is not bottom-out.

Zhiji led his disciples to find the shallow water and walked past the water, and then came to the foot of Huomen Mountain. Unlike the high Longgai Mountain, Huomen Mountain is much flat, and there is a large open space halfway up the mountain. In addition to Master Zou Xun and his disciples, many people lived there. These people saw Zhiji and dozens of people walking up the mountain with great momentum, and naturally ran around to tell each other. So when Zhiji and his friends came to the mountain, they saw a group of scholars in long gowns standing neatly, waiting for them.

Leading the leader was a Confucian scholar about 40 years old, with a high crown and wide sleeves and a long beard hanging down his chest. Seeing that Zhiji and his group slowed down, he immediately shook his sleeves and bowed and said, "Is Zou Xun here? Is the person here? Is the Zen Master Zhiji?"

Zhiji snorted coldly: "It's me! How can Master Zou advise me?"

"Please also ask the master to talk to all the disciples in the house!" As he said that, Zou Xun turned sideways and stretched out his hand to make a "please" position. The scholars standing behind him also separated automatically, revealing the gate of the house.

"Don't you want to be embarrassed in front of outsiders?" Zhiji secretly complained, looked up at the top of the gate, and saw four words "Huomen Villa" written upright on the white archway. The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, and the strokes are square and round, which is a masterpiece.

Zhiji secretly praised in his heart, but his face was as deep as water. He whispered a light "um" and then took a big step into the yard. The dozens of monks following him followed him as if he was ignoring him, and followed Zhiji into the yard. Ji Ti's most exaggerated performance, he hummed hard at the four big words, and then trotted and followed the ranks.

After entering the gate, a wide open space appeared in front of everyone, which was ten feet long and wide. The ground was covered with neat green stones, extending to the surrounding courtyard wall. Dozens of chairs were already placed against the courtyard wall on both sides, and a square table was also placed in the middle, with a steaming pot on the pot and a neatly arranged pottery cup.

"Master, please take your seat!" Zou Xun's voice came from behind. Zhiji was not polite, and he threw the monk's robe to the center of the right bench, dusted the surface of the bench with the sleeves, and sat down with domineeringness. The monks also sat on the bench beside Zhiji.

Ji Ni walked all the way, a little thirsty, picked up the pot and wanted to pour a glass of water to drink. But before he could pour out the water, Zhi Ji slapped him on the head and shouted: "Go aside!" Ji Ni glared at him, put down the pot in disappointment, and walked towards the corner. But before he could walk far away, Zhi Ji's voice came from behind him again: "Come back! Come and sit next to me!"

Although Zhiji was a little impulsive in his actions, he was a man of a long history. How could he let Ji Ni drink the water placed on the table casually? But he was worried that Ji Ni would be affected if he was not by his side after a while, so he called him to his side.

While speaking, both sides had already sat down. Zou Xun sat upright and bowed to Zhiji: "I have heard of the master's reputation for a long time and have no time to visit him yet. I wonder if the master is here today, what advice can I give?"

Zhiji sneered: "It's not a question of advice, but my incompetent disciple was hurt by the Master's disciple. I'm here to ask for an explanation!"

Zou Xun frowned slightly: "Master, haven't you seen the letter I sent to you?"

Before he could finish his words, Zhiji slapped the table with a "slap": "Hmph! Master, I have read your letter! But in everything in Buddhism, my disciple was cut off one of his arms and suffered internal injuries. Now he is still lying in the temple and can't get out of bed! Such a cause is just a letter from Master, which is probably a bit unequal?"

"I understand!" Zou Xun nodded, then shouted: "Wang Ling! Zhang Kai! You two come to the front!"

Before he finished speaking, two tall young men walked around from behind Zou Xun to the front, and Zou Xun waved his sleeves: "You two! Apologize to Zen Master Zhiji!"

"Yes! Master!" After saying that, the two turned around and said loudly to Zhiji: "I was young and reckless, and accidentally injured Lingpu. Please forgive me!" As he said that, he clasped his fists and worshiped Zhiji.

"Don't! You guys! I can't bear it!"

As he said that, Zhiji's arm hanging beside him suddenly waved upwards. The two men who were in the salute suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in their faces. The bent forward body was suddenly lifted up, and they lost their center and fell backwards.

Seeing this, Zou Xun frowned slightly. He waved his arm and a gentle energy stroking the back of the two young men, dissolving their tilt force. Even so, the two still stumbled and took several steps back before stopping.

"Get out first!" Before the two of them could speak, Zou Xun waved his hand at them and drove them aside. Then he looked directly at Zhiji and said with a little anger: "Master's move is a bit too much, right?"

"Amitabha! You think it's too much, but I think it's a cause and effect!" Zhiji said coldly.

"Master, don't go around the corner! Please say anything if you have anything to say!" Zou Xun said bluntly, obviously a little impatient.

"I do have something to say!" Zhiji paused for a moment, and then said word by word: "I want you to take your disciples with you now and leave Huomen Mountain and this Jingling City immediately!"

"What did you say, monk?" "Don't be more arrogant!"...

As soon as Zhiji said this, the disciples sitting behind Zou Xun immediately started to curse.

"Shut up!" Zou Xun shouted angrily, like a thunderbolt. The disciples instantly calmed down, staring at their eyes waiting for the master's order.

"Master! Are you saying this too much, right?" Zou Xun said word by word.

"Is it too much?" Zhiji deliberately put on an innocent expression: "Then I will give you another choice! I heard that the Master has made great achievements in martial arts, so I really want to understand it. If the Master can beat the Master, I will follow the Master's arrangements! If the Master is lucky enough to win one move and half a gesture, please ask the Master to leave the three-point land of Jingling as soon as possible according to what I said, so as not to make me feel upset when I see him. I wonder if the Master has the courage to fight?"

Zou Xun laughed at the sound of the words: "It seems that he is underestimating the master! The master's words are polite and concise, but every sentence is pressing. It seems that I can't do it today!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" As he said that, Zhiji's figure flashed. Several monks around him felt a gust of wind blowing around him. Zhiji appeared in the center of the open space several meters away. "Master! Please!" He shook his sleeves of the robe, held his palm upwards in front of his chest, and made a "please" posture towards Zou Xun.

"Since that's the case, then I'll offend you!" Before he finished speaking, Zou Xun's body had already jumped into the air and pounced on Zhiji like an eagle!

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