My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 121 Hu Zi hits so hard!
"elder brother!!"

A child about the same age as Hu Zi suddenly appeared.

That kid looks very cunning.

His big round eyes would occasionally reveal a sly smile.

He looks like that guy in his previous life, what was his name…Hao something Wen?

They are exactly like the kid with sunglasses that he played.

"This is my younger brother, Liu Hao."

Liu Xian quickly introduced Zeng Anmin with a smile, and then he said to the boy with a sullen face:
"You have to show respect first when meeting a distinguished guest! Have you forgotten what I taught you?"

"Oh?" Liu Hao's little eyes turned around, and he looked up at Zeng Anmin with a smile:
"Uncle, you are so handsome!!"

……

Zeng Anmin looked at the boy named Liu Hao expressionlessly.

It's you, right?
Were you the one who instigated Hu Zi to hit the monk on the head with a wooden sword?

If it weren't for you instigating me, my Hu Zi would not have taken action no matter how shiny or handsome the monk's head was!
Unless it can really make a loud sound like a gong when struck!

Zeng Anmin felt like if there really was a head like a light bulb placed in front of him.

Maybe I couldn't help but be curious and wanted to try whether it would make a sound when I knocked on it.

Hiss~ I’m sorry, Buddha, I have no intention of offending you.

Amitabha, please forgive me...

"Your brother and my Hu Zi have a close relationship. They were classmates."

Zeng Anmin glanced at Liu Xian.

Liu Xian's eyes suddenly lit up: "This is a good thing! It's a closer relationship, isn't it?"

Zeng Anmin curled his lips:

"He instigated my nephew to hit the monk's head. Now I have already punished my nephew."

Uh……

Liu Xian heard Zeng Anmin's words which sounded like a complaint.

His face turned green with anger, and he shouted at the boy: "Are you sick?!"

"You are Xiaohu's uncle?!"

Unexpectedly, the boy looked up, blinked his eyes and looked at Zeng Anmin carefully:
"You're not as ferocious as Xiaohu said... You're so pretty, why did Xiaohu say you were like a demon, pressing his head to make him copy, and not allowing him to eat or sleep..."

"Hmm...ummm..."

He wanted to say something else, but Liu Xian quickly covered his mouth.

After Liu Xian covered Liu Hao's mouth, he looked at Zeng Anmin with a dry smile and said:

"It's just the kids talking nonsense... Brother Quan Fu, don't be angry..."

Zeng Anmin's face had turned completely dark at this time.

Hu Zi, ah Hu Zi!
My uncle is usually so nice to you, and you say this about me in front of your classmates, right?
well.

…………

Fa'an Temple.

It is the largest temple in Beijing.

It is located behind Xuanwu Street in central Beijing.

There are many pilgrims coming and going.

When the Great Holy Dynasty was first established, Fa'an Temple was just a dilapidated little temple.

But with the ascension of each emperor.

The Fa'an Temple will be renovated.

Over the past seven hundred years, Fa'an Temple has become the number one temple in the Great Holy Dynasty.

It is an extremely stable stronghold of Buddhism in Beijing.

"uncle."

Hu Zi leaned on Zeng Anmin's shoulder timidly: "Can I not go..."

Zeng Anmin glanced at Hu Zi in his arms and sneered:
"You don't have to go, but I'll punish you by copying it 200 times..."

Before he could finish his words, Hu Zi's neck shrank.

Last night, after his uncle came home, he woke him up from his sleep and started beating him without any explanation!

And he was punished to copy it 200 times...

Now, whenever Hu Zi hears the words "copy as punishment", he instinctively wants to run away.

too frightening.

My uncle is really terrible.

At this moment, Zeng Anmin's voice sounded more like the devil's whisper to him.

"Stop nagging and leave quickly."

Zeng Anmin glanced at him, took his little hand and walked towards the gate of Fa'an Temple.

"Wait for me!"

Dachun had a bunch of unidentified objects in his hands, and was smiling foolishly behind the two of them.

After the three of them entered the gate of Fa'an Temple, Zeng Anmin bowed gently to the old monk at the door:
"Amitabha, may I ask if Master Yingchen is in the temple?"

The old monk's eyes were a little cloudy. After hearing Zeng Anmin's words, he thought for a while.

Then he looked Zeng Anmin up and down:
"In the palace, why do you want to see him?"

Zeng Anmin smiled shyly, pointed at the tiger in his arms and said:
"My child was ignorant a few days ago..."

This is an unspeakable explanation.

Sure enough, after hearing Zeng Anmin's words, the corner of the old monk's mouth twitched.

He glanced at the cowardly Hu Zi.

It is really impossible to associate this delicate and pretty child in front of me with the little bastard who raised the wooden sword and hit Yingchen on the head.

The old monk didn't say anything.

Zeng Anmin understood it very well. He smiled and took out two silver bills from his pocket and put them in the merit box in front of him.

"I am sorry, I hope the Buddha will forgive me."

The old monk sighed softly and said, "Follow me."

……

Soon, Zeng Anmin followed the old monk into a room.

"Squeak~"

After the door was opened, Zeng Anmin looked at the small figure sitting on the futon with his back to him, and blinked.

Looking from behind, one could also see a very obvious red mark on the shiny head of the little figure...

hiss~
How hard must the beating be!

Zeng Anmin glared at Hu Zi fiercely.

"Yingchen, a donor is here to see you."

The old monk sighed softly.

When the little figure heard this, he slowly turned around, revealing his not-so-big face.

From the outside, Yingchen looked like a little monk about twelve or thirteen years old.

But his calm eyes looked much clearer than those of ordinary people.

"Hi~"

When the young monk Yingchen saw Hu Zi in Zeng Anmin's arms, his face instantly turned into fear.

"Brother...he...he..."

He pointed at Hu Zi in Zeng Anmin's arms: "It was him that day..."

Seeing it scared people so much.

Zeng Anmin was really ashamed.

He quickly took the supplement from Dachun and handed it to the young monk Yingchen:
"I'm really sorry. I'm the child's elder, and I came here today to express my apologies."

As he said this, he placed the gift on the table.

"No, no, I cannot accept the donor's things."

After hearing this, Yingchen quickly waved his hand.

"Young elder, please accept it..."

……

"My uncle gave you something, so just keep it."

Hu Zi spoke weakly.

After hearing Hu Zi's voice, little Yingchen's body seemed to be immobilized by a spell.

Obviously, he still had some concerns about Hu Zi in his heart.

The old monk was so distressed when he saw this scene that he turned the rosary in his hands frantically: "Amitabha... Amitabha..."

Be nice.

How hard did you hit me that day?
Zeng Anmin also glanced at Hu Zi, glared at him and said, "Hurry up and apologize!"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you, I'm guilty, I hope you can forgive me..."

Hu Ziwei was naturally very obedient. He looked at the frightened Yingchen in front of him with grievance and pouted:
"My uncle said that if you don't forgive me, Buddha will take me away... Can you stop Buddha from taking me away..."

Uh.

After hearing what Hu Zi said, Yingchen blinked for a long time.

Then he burst into laughter and said, "The Buddha is magnanimous and kind, saving all living beings. He will not blame you for such a small matter."

"really?"

Hu Zi looked up at Ying Chen with great uncertainty, and then walked to Da Chun with his short legs.

He took out a wooden sword from Dachun's wide sleeves.

The whole house fell silent for a moment.

Yingchen's complexion, which had just improved, turned into fear again. He stammered as he looked at Huzi:

"You...you are going to do...what..."

Unexpectedly, Hu Zi knelt on the ground with a thump, and raised the wooden sword with both hands:
"Young Master, please come back!"

As he said this, Hu Zi closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and waited for a sword to hit his head.

Uh……

Yingchen was stunned for a moment.

He stared at Hu Zi blankly.

After a long time, he took the wooden sword from Hu Zi's hand.

A kind smile appeared on his clear face:

"I will accept the wooden sword."

"But the Buddha once said that revenge will never end. Rather than punishing, I would rather make peace with you."

"Don't fight with others casually in the future."

Hu Zi looked up, not quite understanding, "You really won't fight back?"

The young monk Yingchen smiled but said nothing.

"You're so nice, would you like to be my friend?"

Hu Zi looked at the young monk Ying Chen eagerly and said:

"I just made a friend named Liu Hao at the academy, but my uncle doesn't allow me to play with him anymore."

He gets angry when he talks about Zeng Anmin.

Is it possible to make friends like that?

Now I dare to instigate you to hit your head with a wooden sword.

I will never dare to instigate you to commit crimes with a sword in the future!
"Okay."

Little Yingchen also smiled. He looked at the old monk and asked:
"Brother, I have finished my homework for today!"

"Amitabha." The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, then turned and left, walking out of the temple.

As the old monk left.

Zeng Anmin's gaze fell on Yingchen's face.

At this time, Yingchen patiently helped Huzi up from the ground, and bent down to gently brush the dust off his knees:

"From now on, you can't kneel down to anyone except the Buddha and elders."

Although little Yingchen was only twelve or thirteen years old, his voice sounded extremely pleasant at this time.

This little monk has a really good personality.

Hu Zi nodded in ignorance, his eyes full of expectation:

"Brother Yingchen, can you take me to have a tour here? I haven't played here yet!"

Yingchen was just a young monk, not very old. After hearing Huzi's words, he smiled and said:
"Okay!"

…………

Watching two children, one big and one small, walking around and chatting in the temple.

Zeng Anmin showed an aunt-like smile on her face.

You see, education is not that difficult.

It's just that some parents are too rigid.

Always like to solve problems with violence.

"Wow!!"

Zeng Anmin suddenly heard a loud noise outside the temple.

Then, a figure was seen walking slowly towards the main hall of the temple, surrounded by many stars.

The ceremony was extremely lavish.

Countless monks followed him respectfully.

Obviously, this person must have put a lot of money into the merit box.

After that person entered the main hall, his entourage and monks all stood outside the door waiting.

He is probably a high-ranking official in Beijing.

Zeng Anmin saw that he was dressed luxuriously and had an aura very similar to that of his father.

One can vaguely guess the person's identity.

This kind of temperament is not the middle-aged and wealthy aura of Liu Sanjiang.

It's not the noble aura of the eldest princess.

It's more like the aura of a high-ranking official that my father has.

……

Zeng Anmin yawned, and when he looked around, he saw Hu Zi and the young monk Yingchen in the distance.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

Zeng Anmin glanced at Dachun and walked towards Huzi.

As I approached, I heard the young monk Yingchen pointing to the back of Fa'an Temple and saying:

"There is a small nunnery there. I heard that it was where the Empress Xi from the palace used to live. We can't go in there."

After hearing this, Hu Zi's expectant look dimmed a little. He smacked his lips and said a little depressedly: "Okay."

Then he suddenly looked up and saw the crowd surrounding the Great Hall, his eyes suddenly lit up:
"Can I go there?"

"not now."

Yingchen shook his head with some regret and said, "Master Ren from the court is still inside."

"Lord Ren?"

After hearing what the young monk Yingchen said, Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows slightly. At this time, he had come to the side of the two of them. He looked at little Yingchen and asked:
"Which Lord Ren?"

"I don't know." Yingchen shook his head.

"I just listened to what my senior brother said. He is a high-ranking official in the court and comes to the temple to worship Buddha every year."

Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes.

A high-ranking official in the court with the surname Ren.

The Minister of Revenue is responsible for it?
Isn't he a Confucianist? How come he believes in Buddhism?
Zeng Anmin smiled kindly and asked, "When does he usually come?"

Yingchen shook his head blankly and said:

"I don't know. Master Ren came here once last month."

"Oh."

Zeng Anmin nodded thoughtfully, then put the matter aside in his heart, said nothing more, looked at Hu Zi and said:
"Let's go?"

"No!" Hu Zi simply shook his head: "It's fun here, uncle, can I stay a little longer? Just a little while."

At this point, his face was full of grievance: "There is no one to play with me at home..."

"Mom is not fun at all..."

……

"Go, go, go."

Zeng Anmin twitched the corner of his mouth and waved his hand, saying, "Play for another half an hour."

"Okay!! Uncle, you are so nice!!"

Hu Zi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he followed the young monk Yingchen and went somewhere else.

Zeng Anmin had nothing to do here, so he turned his attention to Dachun.

At this time, there were many unidentified objects in Dachun's hands.

Dry branches.

Strange stone.

And a little bug...

"Where did such a disgusting thing come from?!"

Zeng Anmin looked disgusted.

He saw clearly that in Dachun's hand was a colorful caterpillar!
"I picked them all up!"

Dachun smiled innocently, raised his head, and a proud smile appeared on his face.

"Cough cough~"

A strange cough was heard.

Attracted Zeng Anmin's attention.

He looked over and saw a very staggering figure slowly walking towards him with a cane from the direction of the Main Hall.

The figure looked extremely miserable.

Old, desolate, and coughing from time to time.

He limped along, moving slowly up the hill behind the temple.

……

Zeng Anmin blinked and looked in the direction where the lame man disappeared.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Didn't Yingchen just say that the nunnery doesn't allow people to enter?"

(End of this chapter)