"I, Zhang Fei, am a butcher, and I have a lot of living things on my hands. Maybe this is my punishment!" Zhang Fei took a sip of wine, his face turned red and he was obviously a little drunk.
The four of them took turns talking about their own life experiences.
Chu Cheng smiled and said: "What does Senior Brother Zhang mean by saying that eating those plants is the right way?"
Zhang Feidao: "Buddhist vegetarianism is the right way, but it's a pity that I can't do it."
Chu Cheng took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "That's bullshit righteousness! Plants and trees are all living things. How can Buddhist disciples achieve righteousness by harvesting the vitality of plants and trees?"
After hearing this, Old Man Meng shook his head and said: "No, no. Plants and trees are heartless and are not in the cycle of reincarnation, so naturally they are no longer living beings."
Chu Cheng asked back: "Thousand-year-old flowers and trees have become spiritual beings? Can they become living beings?"
Old Meng was speechless: "This...this...I am talking about ordinary flowers and plants."
Chu Cheng looked at the wild mushrooms in the pot, picked up a piece with chopsticks, and put it into his mouth.
"In your opinion, all those flowers, plants and trees have no spirituality. They have no animal nature, no humanity, and they cannot have thoughts or thoughts. They do not have the functions of living beings. They do not have the thinking, pain, knowledge, brain, or body sensations of animals.
, so it’s natural to eat grass and trees.”
Yan Hong nodded, everyone in the world thinks so.
Chu Cheng said again: "But what do you think? Can the vegetation be alive?"
"Of course it does." Yan Hong thought for a while and said.
"Since the vegetation has life, then if I pick these wild mushrooms to eat today and cut off the life of the wild mushrooms, wouldn't it be killing animals? From the time I was born to this day, I have eaten so much vegetarian and meat food that it adds up to tens of thousands
.Then wouldn’t I become a demon that harms living beings?”
"People are not grass and trees, who knows how to be heartless? People are not grass and trees, who knows how to be heartless?" Chu Cheng shouted!
Zhang Fei's body was shaken and he suddenly understood something.
Chu Cheng wanted him to know that since all things have spirits, wouldn't it mean that everyone in the world is a sinner? Even a saint cannot escape this crime.
Zhang Fei glanced at Chu Cheng gratefully. If he only regarded him as a fellow disciple before, now he regarded Chu Cheng as a friend in his heart.
One word breaks the point, like the road to the top!
Old Meng, who had the highest level of cultivation here, looked at Chu Cheng with twinkling eyes and wondered what he was thinking.
Eating grass, trees and livestock is to follow the will of heaven and follow the way of heaven. Everything in the world has been decided in advance, everything is determined by fate, and no one can change it.
Buddhism's prohibition against meat is for the sake of people's hearts and cannot bear all living things. However, with one's own efforts, one cannot change the world's eating of living beings. It can only allow more living beings to live in this world.
But this is still obedience to heaven!
If you want to quit, don’t stop others!
Everything has a cause and effect, and everything is fixed! This is the reincarnation of heaven. However, the plants and trees in Chu Cheng all have spirits, but they have fallen into the devil's way.
The devil says that everything belongs to me, all sentient beings have no appearance, and becoming a Buddha or a demon all belongs to me.
Grass and trees are not in the six realms of reincarnation, but Chu Cheng still believes that they have living beings, and even uses this to enlighten others, which is a way of being possessed by the devil.
Chu Cheng unknowingly embarked on the path of demonism, which was a path that went against heaven.
After a long time, the sky gradually darkened and the wind and snow became much lighter.
The four of them quickly finished a pot of chicken soup with wild mushrooms. There were empty wine jars lying around. During this period, Yan Hong also took out a jar of "Bamboo Leaf Qing" that Old Meng had been hiding for many years.
Bamboo leaf sake is made from Qingtan bamboo leaves. Although it is not as good as the grass jelly, it is still rare in the world and is worth a thousand gold.
Chu Cheng didn't drink much, but he drank a lot, especially the last jar of bamboo leaf sake. He drank a lot.
In his previous life, Chu Cheng was allergic to alcohol and even went to the emergency room after drinking. In this life, his ability to drink was much better.
The four of them had a heart-to-heart talk and learned that Old Man Meng was originally a boy. He failed several provincial examinations and went up the mountain to commit suicide in frustration. He happened to be rescued by an inner disciple of the Luo Yun Sect and became a miscellaneous boy.
Serving disciples.
There is also Yan Hong, who is a descendant of the Bei Kingdom, but she is also an ordinary person, but like Chu Cheng, she is gathering energy in the mortal world.
If it were other small sects who succeeded in gathering energy in the mortal world, they would all be people with outstanding talents, and even the elders of the sect would personally recruit disciples.
Chu Cheng was stunned at first. The Huang State and the Bei State were at war. They could be said to be life-and-death enemies. But now people from the two countries were sitting here drinking together.
The two generations of Chu and Cheng were certainly not old-fashioned in their thinking, and would not worry about this. As for Yan Hong, he was a cultivator of immortality, and he would not care about this kind of national hatred.
When he was almost done eating, Chu Cheng raised his head and looked through the window at the sky outside.
The blizzard has receded, and the snowflakes have begun to fly.
Although the sun has set and it is already night, under the moonlight and among the white snow, the whole world is already day. Even it is just like this during the day.
"Junior Brother Chu? Where are you going?" Yan Hong was a little confused when she saw Chu Cheng's movements.
"I'll go take a look in the fields." Chu Cheng stood up and walked out the door.
A crack has already opened, and Chu Cheng wants to see if the first seed can be planted tonight.
The ground has been covered with a thick layer of snow, which makes a creaking sound when you step on it.
Countless snowflakes fell from the sky, falling on the ground, in the river, on the trees... and naturally fell on Chu Cheng.
In the distance, the moon on the lake is very round and flat without any ripples, just like a mirror or another starry sky.
The frozen lake surface is like a mirror, perfectly carving the second moon in the lake, making it impossible to tell which one is real and which one is fake.
Nearby, the white snow surface exuded a faint light, and a pale yellow light appeared in the white light.
During the first snow, three moons appeared? Or four?
Chu Cheng would not know or think about it. No one would know how many moons there are in the snow.
Walking, walking. Chu Cheng has arrived in the field.
The land was strange, as evidenced by the difficulty of tilling it, but it is also strange today.
Today's snow is the heaviest it has been in a century, but the field is still a fiery red, so conspicuous among the white snow. It's like a piece of white paper with a big character written on it.
Chu Cheng secretly thought that it was indeed a field planted with fairy grass. Rain could fall and snow could fall, but it could not cover its color.
He walked to a place with a five-pointed star and looked carefully at the slight cracks in that area. It was the place where Chu Cheng had been farming.
Chu Cheng looked at the crack without feeling as happy as before, and suddenly felt a little sad tonight.
One pill takes three years, and ten pills will take at least thirty years. Thirty years from now, will Mr. Hou still be there? Will the parents be able to bear the pain of missing their son?
Are there family members in another world? How are they now?
"Alas." Chu Cheng sighed, picked up the hoe and hoeed hard.
"Bang!" It was the iron-like sound again day after day, but it was a little different, with a slight click sound.
This was the sound of the earth breaking open. Chu Cheng didn't feel happy, he just took out the seeds and planted them calmly.
Chu Cheng put down his hoe, and according to his daily habit, he went to the lake to meditate and practice, and used the moonlight at night to sense the points of starlight.
The lake is only three miles away from the red land. Chu Cheng did not fly tonight, but walked on foot.
There was only snow and no scenery, but he still kept everything he saw in his heart. Maybe this was where he would live for the rest of his life.
Chu Cheng stopped and sat down slowly. He looked up at the full moon in the sky, feeling increasingly lonely and missing his family.
"The snow has just begun to fall outside the curtain, and the fragrance of the green canopy still lingers on the fire. Sitting alone in the cold night makes me feel tired. It's so far away, and the broken dreams make it even more lonely." Chu Cheng murmured. "Snowflakes are buried in the dust, but they fall in my heart.
"For three years, I have stayed up all night, afraid of dreaming about my family." Chu Cheng smiled bitterly. "The same bright moon, but we are so far apart."
"Is the broken dream even more desolate and lonely?"
Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice came into Chu Cheng's ears.