Chapter 238 Speculation of life experience (Thanks, third update)
An Qingli took away the roasted monster leg and ate half of it each with Ji Xiaopeng.
fragrant!
So delicious!
Ji Xiaopeng ate to his heart's content. As expected, he still preferred meat with meaty flavor to bland vegetarian food.
He was used to eating monster meat, so it was really difficult to change his taste all of a sudden.
During another meal, Ji Xiaopeng drank a bowl of light porridge and curiously asked Xiao Kongjian: "Little Buddha, why do Buddhists still eat meat? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it."
"Are you talking about Master Huixi's uncle?" Xiaokong asked.
"I don't know, with a big belly, a smile all over the face, and a grease-stained storage bag, it makes people happy just to look at it."
"That's Master Huixi's uncle." Xiao Kongjian introduced in a straight-forward manner, "Master Huixi's fallacy is that all things have spirits, animals and grass are both living beings, and eating meat is killing. Isn't picking and eating vegetables not killing?
"Eating monsters is no different from eating vegetables."
"Wrong theory?" An Qingli said, "Buddhism doesn't agree with it?"
Xiao Kongjian pondered for a moment and then said: "Most of the masters and masters don't agree. But the master said that master Huixi cultivates the Buddha Self, and has no worries. It doesn't matter if he eats meat."
Ji Xiaopeng said with a smile: "That elder Huixi is probably an outlier in Buddhist practice, but he is very good. I like him very much."
Xiaokong said: "The Buddha that Master Huixi's uncle cultivated is not too comfortable. The elders in the temple still did not agree with him killing animals, which was contrary to the Buddhist precepts, so they all took a step back. He can eat meat, but those monsters
He didn’t kill the meat, but bought it ready-made down the mountain.”
"How can one be truly at ease when living in this world?" An Qingli said, "There are no rules and no rules. Your temple can accommodate Elder Huixi, and it is also very open-minded and harmonious."
Ji Xiaopeng took a sip of spiritual rice porridge and said: "There is another question. Your master is of the generation with the character 'Hui', and you are his disciple, but why do you call the elder of the generation with the character 'Hui' the 'Master's Uncle'?"
Is it appropriate to call him 'Uncle Master'?"
Xiaokong saw it and said: "I am the first to have the name of Dharma. It took several years before I bowed to the Master. There are several generations between the character 'Kong' and the character 'Hui', so I
Call the other elders of the 'Hui' generation as master uncles."
"How many years have passed?" An Qingli grasped the key point, "Little Buddha became a Buddhist at a very young age?"
Xiaokong nodded: "I was placed under the mountain gate. Maybe my biological mother was in trouble and had to leave me."
orphan?
Xiao Jintan shook the leaves, but it was good luck to be able to worship under the eminent monk of the Hui generation.
An Qingli said calmly: "It's a bit unreasonable."
"Why is it unreasonable?" Xiao Jintan asked.
An Qingli said: "There are so many eminent monks in Wanfo Temple, as well as gatekeepers. How could they not know about a baby placed in front of the temple gate?"
"That's right." Xiao Jintan agreed, "Whatever, you should catch up and ask to find out who the child's mother is and what the trouble is. Unless you asked about the trouble but didn't tell the little monk; or you let the child go.
That person’s cultivation level is not low.”
An Qingli suddenly thought of the storybook he had read in his previous life, and it might be that the child's biological father was the monk in this temple.
It seems possible, but it's a bit ridiculous.
"No way!" Xiao Lingxi's eyes widened, "Could it be that Elder Huiding is both Xiao Kongjian's master and Xiao Kongjian's father? But the two of them, one has a long face and the other has a round face, are too handsome.
It doesn’t look like that anymore.”
"What if this little monk looks like my mother?" The invisible Bingfeng also came to join in the fun.
"No way, no way." Xiao Jintan analyzed seriously, "Elder Huiding is thousands of years old, so it is difficult for him to have heirs."
An idea flashed in Xiao Lingxi's mind: "What if it's Old Mother Beiqiu, or a female nun with the same physique as Old Mother Beiqiu."
"Wow!" Xiao Jintan's eyes lit up, this was very possible.
Elder Huiding was still sitting cross-legged and meditating in the open space outside the house, facing the Bodhi tree. He had no idea that several little ones in the house had arranged a wife and son for him.
There was a lively discussion in the Mustard Seed space, and they speculated that it was not necessarily the son of Elder Huiding, but could be the son of Elder Huixi. Elder Huixi even ate meat, so it would not be unbelievable that he secretly gave birth to a son.
An Qingli burst out laughing, it was really a show of three spiritual pets.
Quick Rabbit lay obediently at An Qingli's feet, with Ji Xiaopeng's little tiger leopard cat also lying on its furry back.
An Qingli touched the cat's head and looked at the little Kong Jian who was cleaning up the dishes. Hu Tou and Hu Nao were young, but he was a little monk with a story and a background.
Little Pegasus told An Qingli that Xiao Kongjian's luck had declined again and had turned white.
At this rate of decline, I'm afraid it will turn black in a few days.
Black luck is bad luck. When the black luck is strong, death is not far away.
For example, the old Nascent Soul monk who captured Little Pegasus attached the invisibility talisman to him and took a random teleportation formation out of the black market. He was teleported to an open area, where a group of bandits happened to be hiding motionless not far away with the invisibility talisman attached to them.
It was such a coincidence that I was randomly teleported to the bandit's hiding place.
The rogue bandits, who were already surrounded by grass and trees, were afraid and killed them, and then disappeared.
Only the three bandits who were lucky enough to survive knew about all this.
In the Zen room, the tiger and leopard cat jumped deftly into An Qingli's arms, found a comfortable position, and lay down with his eyes narrowed.
When Xiao Kongjian came out of the meditation room carrying an empty food box, he didn't pay much attention to his feet. A black caterpillar happened to crawl under his feet.
The monk's shoes have already been stepped on.
"Sin, sin, sin."
Seeing an annoyed look on his face, Xiaokong quickly put down the food box, clasped his hands together, recited the Rebirth Mantra several times, cleaned up the body of the black insect, and then walked away with the food box again.
Ji Xiaopeng was dumbfounded. It was so exaggerated to crush an insect to death. Being a Buddhist cultivator is really tiring.
However, I heard that those Buddhist cultivators were merciless when killing demons. It is really hard to imagine how this little monk would go down the mountain to deal with demons in the future.
An Qingli handed the chubby tiger and leopard cat to Ji Xiaopeng and went out to tend trees. This was something she had to do every day.
The sweeping monk was very happy. When he swept the floor the next day, there were only 125 fallen leaves on the ground.
Another day later, there were only sixty-seven pieces.
Another day later, there were only twenty-three tablets.
After another half month, there was no trace of a fallen leaf!
The leaves on the Bodhi tree are still wilted and shriveled, but they no longer fall.
After hearing the news, many Buddhist practitioners either chanted the Buddha's name on the spot and breathed a sigh of relief, or went up to the sky to look at the Bodhi tree from a distance and the tree keeper under the tree from a distance.
The sweeping monk, who had nothing to do, was overjoyed and took on a new job, which was to follow Master Huixi's uncle's instructions and go down the mountain every two or three days to buy some meat with meaty flavor for the little qi-training monk.