Huang Caiwei said anxiously: "Didn't you say that we can leave after giving the money?"
"What I said is that you need to prove your kindness and compassion to the Buddha before you can leave."
Shi Huanxin looked at Huang Caiwei with an expression that said, "A child cannot be taught", shook his head and sighed: "Talking about money in Buddhism is a blasphemy against the Buddha... Female donor, you are obsessed..."
The corners of Huang Caiwei's mouth twitched fiercely, and she wanted to retort, but thinking of the old monk's perverted cultivation, she swallowed the words that came to her lips.
Huang Qianzhong said with grief and anger on his face: "Abbott, I really have no money."
"I know, I didn't force you."
Shi Huaixin pointed to the ground in front of him, "Sit down and continue listening to Lao Na's sermon."
Huang Qianzhong and the other three undead people had no choice but to sit down and continue to listen to Shi Huaixin's lecture on the scriptures that they did not understand.
Chu Tianshu sat down behind the three undead again. He was really bored, so he took out his cell phone and fiddled with it in his hand.
At noon, Ye Shaoliu followed Zhide to deliver lunch again.
Zhide also brought some monk robes, and Shi Huaixin ordered Huang Qianzhong and the three undead people to put them on. Chu Tianshu laughed as soon as he saw them.
Before he could finish his words, Zhide presented a monk's robe to him.
Chu's laughter stopped suddenly and he said in shock: "I don't need it, right?"
Zhide said: "Chu Shi mainly listened to the abbot's sermons here for a year. He can also be regarded as a lay disciple of Shaolin. He wears monk's robes to show his solemnity."
Chu Tianshu chuckled and said, "Okay, I'll wear it."
Next to him, Ye Shaoliu opened the food box.
I don't know whether he did it on purpose or not, but the food box was placed in front of Huang Qianzhong and the other three undead.
Smelling the aroma of rice wafting from the food box, Huang Qianzhong and the other three undead people felt a little nauseous.
Huang Caiwei had the strongest reaction and even retched.
Chu Tianshu put on his monk's robe and stepped forward to take a look. Four dishes and one soup were very rich.
Seeing that Zhide did not serve food to Shi Huaixin first, but directly served him and the three undead, Chu Tianshu's eyes flashed with surprise.
Seemingly seeing the confusion in Chu Tianshu's eyes, Zhide explained: "The abbot only needs to eat a bowl of clear porridge every three days."
Chu Tianshu suddenly realized.
It seems that this old monk has achieved fasting.
He glanced at Shi Huaixin with some envy and thought to himself, he didn't know when he would reach the perverted cultivation level of the old monk.
Ziyan is the first grade, just thinking about it makes me greedy.
Zhide first put a bowl of rice on the tray in front of Chu Tianshu. Just as he was about to serve Huang Qianzhong, Chu Tianshu had already snatched the bowl from his hand and said with a smile: "Master Zhide, you are seriously injured."
It's better for me to do it now."
With that said, he quickly started to serve the rice.
Seeing Chu Tianshu's performance, the man next to him nodded in approval.
Chu Tianshu filled a bowl of rice for Huang Qianzhong, pressed the rice into porcelain with a spoon, and added more.
He repeated the same method three times, until the rice in the bowl was already a hard lump and he couldn't add any more, so he gave up.
Seeing Chu Tianshu put a heavy bowl of rice in front of him, the corners of Huang Qianzhong's mouth twitched fiercely, and he said in a muffled voice: "I can't eat it."
Chu's cold eyes instantly pierced him: "Don't want to eat?
So what do you want to eat?
Do you want to eat people or drink blood?"
After saying that, he looked at Shi Huaixin: "Master Abbot, I have heard for a long time that there is a legend in Buddhism about feeding an eagle with one's body. Why don't we let the monks in the temple carry forward their style and let these three people enjoy it?"
Huang Qianzhong gritted his teeth and stared at Chu Tianshu: "I didn't say I wanted to drink human blood."
Chu Tianshu nodded: "Abbott, then bring some animals over and let them suck them directly?
I'm afraid the three of you won't be able to drink it if it's not fresh."
Shi Huaixin closed his eyes and twirled his rosary beads, and uttered two words coldly: "Eat."
"Did you hear me?"
Chu Tianshu fiddled with the rice bowl in front of Huang Qianzhong with his feet, "The abbot lets you eat."
Huang Qianzhong clenched his fists loudly, and looking at his expression, he really wanted to bite Mr. Chu to death.
Chu Tianshu didn't care about his expression and continued to serve rice to Huang Caiwei and Huang An. They were also two heavy bowls. He didn't give up until he couldn't add even a spoonful.
The meal lasted for more than two hours. The three undead people all had painful expressions and wanted to die.
For the first time, they realized that life was worse than death!
Seeing Zhi De and Ye Shaoliu packing up the dishes and leaving, Chu Tianshu said cheerfully: "Master Zhi De, if the dinner is bigger, I always feel that these three people are not full. We can't let people feel that
Shaolin is stingy, right?"
Zhide nodded seriously: "I understand."
Huang Caiwei stared at Chu Tianshu, feeling extremely hateful in her heart.
After Zhide and Ye Shaoliu left, Chu Tianshu walked up to Shi Huaixin and said, "Master Abbot, you are quite full. How about I take the three masters Juesha, Jueie, and Juexin out to kill them?"
Xiaoshier?”
Shi Huaixin rolled his eyelids and was too lazy to think about it.
Taking the undead for a walk in the sunshine?
What kind of peace of mind is this?
Chu Tianshu turned around and kicked Huang Qianzhong: "Sure blow, the abbot agrees, can you leave?"
Huang Qianzhong glanced sideways at Chu Tianshu and moved aside.
With the letter of relief under his control, he couldn't afford to offend this guy now, so he could only hide.
"If you don't pull me down, I can go out and enjoy myself."
After saying that, Mr. Chu walked out with square steps, humming a little tune.
All the way out of Foguang Cave, Chu Tianshu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Shi Huaixin did not stop him.
He didn't know how terrible the hearing of a master with Ziyan cultivation was. To be on the safe side, Chu Tianshu walked out for several minutes and climbed over the top of the mountain. Then he took out his cell phone and dialed Ren Changfeng's number.
The call was connected, and soon Ren Changfeng's wailing came from the phone: "Mr. Chu, where have you been?
Why did you leave me alone?"
Hearing the indescribable noise coming from the woman opposite, Chu Tianshu sneered: "That's not right, otherwise how could you still be happy in bed at this point?"
Then, a woman's exclamations and curses came from the phone, as well as the sound of the door closing.
Ren Changfeng seemed to have changed places, and said aggrievedly: "You leave me alone, what else can I do?"
"Get lost."
Chu Tianshu said angrily: "If you can't control your lower body, what does it have to do with me?
Stop dragging me into this."
Ren Changfeng was not annoyed at all and asked with a smile: "Master Chu, where are you and Ye Shaoliu?"
"Forget it, we are imprisoned by the Shaolin Temple."
Chu Tianshu sighed: "Now you know why I didn't take you with me?
If we all came here, wouldn't we be taken advantage of by Shaolin?
There’s not even a single person to help me.”
Ren Changfeng became angry when he heard this: "You are riding a horse, why should Shaolin imprison Young Master Chu?
I rode on my horse and set fire to their Bird Temple."
Chu Tianshu rolled his eyes: "Excuse me, the undead Duke was pressed to the ground and rubbed, so why would you burn someone else's temple?"