Chapter 47: Silent Zen

Gu Zhuo didn't say anything.

The Immaculate Monk was not embarrassed and just met his gaze and looked at him sincerely.

Gu Zhuo retracted his gaze and asked, "Is this a chance encounter?"

The breeze brought drizzle down and met the Wei River, leaving a thin mist on the riverside.

Today he had discarded his usual black clothes and put on a green shirt, and the hat he wore was also the most common hat on the market. He did not look like a world-famous genius at all, but more like a down-and-out wanderer.

Although he did not completely conceal his own aura, it was still quite different from usual. Even someone at the same level as Gu Zhuo would find it difficult to detect his whereabouts, not to mention that the Immaculate Monk was at the same level as him.

This encounter really doesn't make sense - unless it is really a chance encounter.

"It was a chance encounter."

The Immaculate Monk answered without even thinking.

Then, the little monk without an umbrella touched his head, looked at the rain flowing on his palm, sighed and said: "Because my luck in this life is inexplicably good, I don't need to beg for alms when I go out, I make all my money by picking up things. From time to time, I can meet a senior who likes me and insists on giving me special treatment. As a result, I haven't studied in the academy for a few days. Now when others reminisce about their school friendship, I can't get a word in. I can only smile foolishly at the side. Do you know how uncomfortable this is..."

Gu Zhuo was silent.

Although he knew that monks were good at making small talk, he really didn't expect this man to be so... nagging. There was no sense of boundaries between his words, and the content of his words was all about showing off, and his tone was particularly sincere and distressed.

He suddenly wanted to call Lin Wanyi here and let the girl give a sharp comment on this.

Half a minute later, the little monk finally realized his own impoliteness. He quickly closed his mouth and laughed awkwardly twice with apologetic expression.

"Hello, my name is Wuque."

"Gu Zhuo."

The two men did not shake hands, but simply nodded in greeting and that was how they knew each other.

"Hey, so you are Gu Zhuo! No wonder I felt you were extraordinary when I first saw you from afar. Even your worry was extraordinary, and I was wondering who you could be."

The little monk raised his head slightly, gave Gu Zhuo a thumbs up, and praised him earnestly: "Mr. Gu is indeed an extraordinary person. If someone else had heard me say this, they would have run away long ago."

Gu Zhuo shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't care, and said, "I'm mainly curious about how long you can keep nagging."

The little monk felt a little embarrassed, thought for a moment, and said, "Are you done being curious?"

Gu Zhuo was silent for a while, wondering if the implication of this sentence was that he wanted to continue the conversation?
With this in mind, he looked into the little monk's eyes and said sincerely, "I think there is a technique that is very suitable for you."

"What technique?"

"Shut up Zen."

Upon hearing this, the Immortal Monk's eyes instantly brightened, and he said, "An elder master also said this to me before, and advised me to practice silent meditation..."

"Hey, that brings me back to the topic. Let me tell you why I was as upset as you were before."

The little monk muttered, "I am worried about which temple to go to for cultivation after the summer festival. The main reason is that the seniors in Yuangou Temple, Cihang Temple, Xuankong Temple, Mingqing Temple and many other temples have taught me, hoping that I can start cultivation. After all this time, I really don't know which way to go."

Each of the temples mentioned in the words has an extremely high reputation in the world today, and some of them are even the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism.

In short, half of Zen Buddhism today is contained in these words of the Immaculate Monk - the other half is the place for Buddhist women to practice, headed by Changle Temple.

Gu Zhuo looked at the little monk and reminded him, "Others who hear this will just think you are showing off."

The little monk seemed to have suffered similar things before and sighed helplessly.

Then, he stood on tiptoe and patted Gu Zhuo's shoulder, looking particularly disappointed, and sighed: "So troubles like mine can only be shared with a genius like you. Ordinary people can't understand it at all, and will only think that I am deliberately showing off."

Gu Zhuo was too lazy to respond. The little monk asked curiously, "I've already told you what I'm worried about, what about you?"

Gu Zhuo looked at the Immaculate Monk who was still standing on tiptoe, and simply sat down on the lush green grass on the shore, facing the Wei River and quietly watching the weeping willows.

"There are immediate troubles and distant worries," he said.

The young monk sat down, thought for a moment, and then deliberately sat a little further away, asking, "Is fame close by?"

Gu Zhuo shook his head and said, "No."

To be honest, although his reputation in recent days was troublesome, it was not worth his worry.

The little monk was curious and asked, "What is that?"

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "What should I do after winning the first place in the summer festival?"

The little monk was stunned for a moment, thinking that the tone of this sentence sounded familiar to him. After thinking for a moment, he said, "There will indeed be a lot of things to do by then, and it is normal for you to be annoyed."

Gu Zhuo didn't say anything else because he had already answered the question.

As for what he said at this moment...it is still the truth.

The first famous general in the summer festival can enter Baidi Mountain.

This famous mountain, which shares the same name as the Qin imperial family, has great fame in the world. However, because the mountain is shrouded in clouds and fog all year round, few people can see its scenery, let alone set foot on that land.

People's impression of Baidi Mountain is nothing more than the location of the imperial tombs, and nothing more.

Of course, Gu Zhuo had never been to Baidi Mountain, but he had heard a lot of descriptions about this famous mountain from a friend, so he knew what kind of scenery there was.

The problem is that today, with the passage of time, those words may not be accurate anymore.

This is what really upset Gu Zhuo.

Just at this moment, the voice of the Immaculate Monk sounded beside him.

"I feel like I can't help you with what's bothering you right now."

The little monk pondered for a moment and said, "How about this? I'll beat up a few more people during the summer festival so you don't have to fight so hard."

Gu Zhuo was a little curious and asked, "What about when you and I met?"

The little monk said honestly, "If we met later, I could just let you go, but if it's too early, there's nothing we can do. We can only have a good fight, otherwise it would be a bit unreasonable. The main reason is that my ranking is too low, which will make it difficult for those seniors who took care of me."

Gu Zhuo said: "The former was a fake match, right? Does that make sense?"

The little monk chuckled and said, "Zen Buddhism emphasizes fate the most. When someone asks me about this, I will just say it's fate. No one will argue with me."

It is well known to the world that Monk Wuque is the one with the most opportunities and luck among the young generation of the time.

As long as he really says so at that time, no one will care whether he deliberately fixed the game.

Gu Zhuo was even more puzzled and said, "But you and I have only known each other for fifteen minutes, and we have only chatted for a hundred sentences at most. Why did it come to this?"

The young monk put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and said, "Fate is wonderful beyond words."

Gu Zhuo said: "Change the reason."

"You should also understand that people like me are somewhat boring on weekdays. Well, it's mainly because no one of my peers is willing to listen to my nagging. It's rare to meet someone like you, so of course I want to make friends with you."

The Immaculate Monk said honestly: "So you should just think of this as a friend's fee."

(End of this chapter)

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