The person who questioned Yang Zhenling was a monk. He had a fat head and big ears, wore a monk's robe that revealed his breasts, held a piece of roasted gold scale in his hand, and had unwiped oil stains on the corners of his mouth. He looked like a meat-and-wine monk who was not afraid of meat and fish.
style.
Yang Zhenling was also puzzled. There had never been a monk on Wufeng Island, but this monk dared to question him in public. He still asked his fellow disciples next to him in a low voice the identity of this person.
After learning the identity and origin of the monk, Yang Zhenling couldn't help but feel a big headache. It would be fine if this monk was just an ordinary outsider, but he happened to be another distinguished guest invited by the head. Yang Zhenling had to take his doubts seriously.
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"Master Wuwei, let's speak with the facts! Since you question the unfairness of my selection, how about you try this roasted golden scale made by the prize winner?" Yang Zhenling said with a low profile.
"The smell of this roasted gold scale is very fragrant, but is it not done well by the poor monk? The poor monk doesn't want to taste his roasted gold scales. The poor monk wants you to taste mine before talking!"
People who would question at such a time would be expected to be more competitive in nature. In addition to being competitive, Monk Wuwei also had a very hot temper. When he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and made a blow.
Shaking, the roasted golden scales, which were not big in the first place, appeared in Yang Zhenling's mouth which was not closed tightly.
The soft fish meat was punched out with internal force and squeezed into Yang Zhenling's mouth, causing severe pain in Yang Zhenling's teeth.
No matter how good-tempered Yang Zhenling is, the anger in his heart has already surged when he was humiliated like this in public. However, the visitor is a guest, and Monk Wuwei is an honored guest invited by the master, so he can only deal with the anger that has arisen.
Press it down some more.
It has to be said that the roasted golden scales made by the fearless monk were very good, but Yang Zhenling only tasted a little and spit it out.
"I have already tasted the roasted golden scales made by Master Wuwei. The taste is indeed not as good as the one in my hand. If Master Wuwei is not willing to taste this roasted golden scale, then there is no need to question my selection." Yang Zhenling said.
"You can still say something like this after eating the roasted gold scales made by a poor monk. What's wrong with the roasted gold scales in your hand, even if the poor monk has a taste?"
Monk Wuwei stretched out his hand, and the roasted golden scales made by Gu Zheng appeared in his hand. However, like a person with mysophobia, when Monk Wuwei looked at the roasted golden scales made by Gu Zheng, a strange expression appeared on his face.
He looked disgusted and found it hard to swallow.
"Master Wuwei, since you have doubts, you should try it!"
"That's right, don't just dare to question, but don't even dare to taste the food made by others. Do you suspect that they are poisoned?"
"Master Wuwei, please try it! I think what he makes is not as delicious as yours!"
Amid the cheers of the onlookers, Monk Wuwei finally bit the roasted golden scale made by Gu Zheng.
Although the roasted golden scales were a bit cold, as soon as he took a bite, Monk Wuwei's eyes widened.
The fish skin is grilled very special, with some slight burnt and slight elasticity. Logically speaking, the fish skin should be grilled like this, and the fish meat should be a little dry. However, the fish meat in Monk Wuwei's mouth is not only not dry at all,
There's even just the right amount of gravy flowing out!
After the mouthful of fish was completely consumed, only the delicious aroma was left in the mouth. The disgust on the fearless monk's face disappeared. He became like a vicious wolf, eating up the small roasted golden scales in his hand in three swipes.
Jing, even put the fish skeleton in his mouth and sucked it again and again.
"whispering sound!"
There were boos all around.
"It sounds like I'm not convinced, but actually it's something else."
"I originally questioned other people's cooking skills and treated their roasted golden scales like shit. But when I ate it myself, what was my reaction? That's enough!"
"Well, I originally thought it would be fun to watch, but now it seems that Master Wuwei is nothing more than that."
Faced with the discussion of the crowd, the fearless monk roared: "You know nothing! The Buddha tasted 'emptiness' in this grilled fish. Do you understand what 'emptiness' is? If you don't understand, don't come here anymore."
You are just yelling, Buddha has no time to preach to you!"
After scolding those who were watching, Monk Wuwei immediately looked at Yang Zhenling, and his eyes became eager: "Boy, where is the person who made this grilled fish? The poor monk wants to see him!"
Yang Zhenling really didn't want to take Monk Wuwei to see Gu Zheng, but seeing that he didn't look like he was looking for trouble, he had to reluctantly nod.
After Yang Zhenling and Monk Wuwei left, everyone who was stunned by the yelling started talking again.
"Which of you knows what emptiness is?"
"I do not know!"
"I understand a little bit."
"Since you know a little bit about it, tell us about it!"
"The so-called emptiness does not mean that something that exists suddenly ceases to exist, but that the existence of all things has no self-nature and no unchanging and immortal entity, so emptiness is the reality. The Buddha said
'The existence of matter is like bubbles, feelings are like water bubbles, appearances are like sun flames, volitional actions are like plantains, and identification functions are like illusions.' Only by leaving the erroneous and illusory cognition can we realize the emptiness of the dependent origin of birth and death."
"I still don't understand. Can you explain it more simply?"
"Emptiness is the nature, ontology, essence of space, and so is your mind! It is everywhere, subtle and colorless, as empty as water, invisible to the eye, neither born nor destroyed, neither increasing nor decreasing, pervading the void.
The foundation of all things, the foundation of all sentient beings’ enlightenment and enlightenment, and the foundation of Buddha’s divine power and wisdom. Emptiness is like water, and those who can penetrate it will understand everything and attain perfect enlightenment.”
"Emptiness is the name of Buddha-nature, abbreviated as emptiness, or Buddha. The first meaning is nirvana, perfect enlightenment, void, vacuum, truth, essence, true mind, Dharma body, self-nature, mind-nature, Tathagata's hidden nature, Bodhi,
Although there are many different names for Tai Chi and other names, the reality is the same and the Dharma Realm is the same!"
"After saying so much, maybe you still don't understand, but you should hear what I said at the end. Among the many names of emptiness, one is called Tai Chi! What does Tai Chi represent? You and I are both practitioners. You don't need me.
Can you say any more?"
"The Tao of Tai Chi is manifested!"
"Are you saying that Monk Wuwei felt the Tao after eating a roasted golden scale?"
"It seems like this!"
"This is really nonsense! Eating a grilled fish and feeling enlightened? Why doesn't he go to heaven? Why doesn't he stand shoulder to shoulder with Buddha?"
"This monk is crazy, we don't need to worry about him, just drink and dance!"
Amid the disdain of the cultivators, the musical instruments that had been suspended played again next to the largest bonfire, and the girls on the island started singing and dancing hand in hand.
When Yang Zhenling took Monk Wuwei over, Gu Zheng was savoring the roasted golden scales and drinking coconut milk wine leisurely. As for Miaomiao, she had already eaten a lot of roasted golden scales, and the other three dishes had to wait.
Because of Yang Zhenling, Gu Zheng wouldn't let her touch it. She felt it would be more painful to stay here, so she went aside to play.
"I'm really sorry to keep my fellow Taoist friends waiting for so long."
When the man came closer, Yang Zhenling spoke apologetically.
"What happened? Why have you been gone so long?"
Gu Zheng accepted the prize from Yang Zhenling and glanced at the embarrassed monk Wuwei as he spoke.
"The thing is like this, because the poor monk questioned the ownership of the prize, so he wasted a little time. Now the poor monk is convinced by the roasted gold scales made by the donor!"
Monk Wuwei answered on behalf of Yang Zhenling, and his eyes swept over Gu Zheng's kitchen utensils many times, and there was always surprise in his eyes.
"If the poor monk remembers correctly, this set of fairy kitchen utensils originally belonged to the Kunlun Sect. During the Kunlun Festival some time ago, it was won by the head of the Emei Sect, Gu Zheng, in a bet. Seeing that the benefactor is not very old, he was also called the ancient path by this guy
Friend, are you the leader of the Emei Sect, Gu Zheng?" Monk Wuwei said.
In addition to questioning the ownership of the prize, Gu Zheng had no good impression of Monk Wuwei at all!
First of all, at first glance, this person is a drunken and meaty monk. Gu Zheng has always been disgusted with monks who have escaped into Buddhism, are unconventional, and do not abide by the rules and precepts. He feels that this kind of monk is not a "wineful and meaty monk, sitting in the heart of the Buddha", but
There is no piety at all.
Secondly, Buddhism is a Western religion, while Emei, where Guzheng is located, belongs to local Taoism. Although Guzheng does not have any prejudice against Buddhism, he is somewhat resistant to it.
"Yes, I am Gu Zheng, the head of Emei. Which temple is the eminent monk from?" Gu Zheng said calmly.
"Amitabha, this poor monk comes from Prajna Temple, and his dharma name is Wuwei."
"Prajna Temple?"
Gu Zheng frowned slightly.
The position of Prajna Temple in Buddhism is like Kunlun in the world of Taoist cultivation. This monk Wuwei has heard his name in ancient times, but he can remember this name because of his master, his master's name
Yuankong is one of the three masters of Buddhism, and his cultivation is in the middle stage of returning to virtual reality.
"Yes, the ancient head of Prajna Temple must have heard of it, right?" Wuwei said proudly.
"I've heard of it."
Gu Zheng just said something lightly and then closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk to Wuwei anymore.
"Fellow Taoist Ancient Master, where is Miss Miaomiao?" Yang Zhenling asked.
"She went to play, and she will probably come back soon. When she comes back, we can start."
"I hope Miss Meow Meow will come back soon. I can't wait to get going. It's going to be hard work!"
"Master Gu, what are covered in these plates of yours should be delicious food, right? I wonder if the poor monk can also taste it?"
Gu Zheng's irresponsibility made Monk Wuwei's face look unpleasant. He gritted his teeth and finally spoke out his words to lower his status.
"Since I call myself a poor monk, I won't invite the monk to taste these things. We will start soon, monk, you'd better do it yourself!"
"you,"
Facing the euphemistic yet direct irony of Gu Zheng, Wuwei felt a little confused for a moment.
"Originally, I wanted to try whether the food made by Master Gu still has the taste of emptiness, but now it seems that an rude person like Master Gu, even if he makes food with the taste of emptiness, it will not taste good.
It's just a fluke." Monk Wuwei shook his head.
Gu Zheng understood what emptiness was, and he was a little surprised that Monk Wuwei, with his late fifth-level cultivation, could actually understand such profound meanings! But surprises are accidents, and he still didn't want to have too much communication with Monk Wuwei.
Monk Wuwei thought that after he said this, Gu Zheng would definitely say something else! As long as Gu Zheng said something, everything would turn around, but he didn't expect that Gu Zheng not only didn't say anything to him, but instead told Yang Zhenling
He started laughing while talking, which made his face instantly become extremely ugly, and the anger in his heart towards Gu Zheng also climbed to the critical point.
"Master Gu must be a guest in another VIP room, right? I want to know how virtuous and capable Master Gu is, that he can stay in the VIP room No. 1? I want to change rooms with Master Gu, but I don't know.
Are you willing to open the door?" Monk Wuwei challenged.
"The VIP room is reserved by the leader of my Tianxin sect. How can a distinguished guest change it privately?"
Yang Zhenling frowned, he had long been unhappy with this Wuwei monk.
"Boy, you have no place to speak here. If you don't want to go to the sea to take a bath, you should shut up as a monk!" Monk Wuwei shouted.
The VIP room opposite Gu Zheng's room, whether it is the thickness of the tree, or the size and height of the room, is not as good as Gu Zheng's. Regarding this point, Gu Zheng actually feels that there is a contrast between the two VIP rooms.
Not good, but who would have thought that Monk Wuwei, who lives there, would actually use it to cause trouble.
"How can I not be bothered by you? As for changing rooms, I am naturally unwilling to do so. I advise you to walk as far as you can while I'm not angry now!"
Gu Zheng's voice was still calm, as if he was chatting about family matters, but his lukewarmness finally made the furious monk Wuwei unable to bear it any longer.
"You are really arrogant! I heard that you like to bet, and you won a lot of things through betting at the Kunlun Dragon Fighting Square. So do you have the guts to make a bet with a poor monk today? Who among us lives?
VIP Room No. 1, let the outcome of the bet speak for itself!”
Monk Wuwei shouted at Gu Zheng with a voice that was almost a roar.
"Whose dog is not tied up? If it keeps barking, it will be killed for meat!"
The sound of meow suddenly sounded, and her figure also ran towards this side.
Being scolded as a dog and told to kill him for meat, Monk Wuwei was really angry! Originally, he thought Miaomiao was just a little girl and wanted to be less knowledgeable than her, but upon closer inspection, his brows
But he wrinkled up.
"I didn't expect it! The dignified head of Emei actually colluded with a goblin. If this matter spreads, I don't know what the righteous people in the world will think of it!"
Monk Wuwei looked at Gu Zheng and Miaomiao and sneered.
"What did you say?"
Miaomiao's fur suddenly exploded. The nails on her fingers suddenly grew longer, and she assumed a fighting posture. If Gu Zheng hadn't stretched out his hand to stop her, she would have rushed out.
"What's wrong? You still want to fight with me? Come on! Lord Buddha, I'm going to slay demons today!"
Monk Wuwei took out an alms bowl from his arms. He had always been calm and peaceful, but finally his face showed anger, which made him feel a little happy.
"Manjushri Bodhisattva has a green-haired lion, Samantabhadra has a six-tusked white elephant, and Buddha even recognizes a peacock as his mother! In your eyes, the green-haired lion, the six-tusked white elephant, and the peacock Great Ming King Bodhisattva are all fairies? Yours
Are Bodhisattvas and Buddhas colluding with the goblins?" Gu Zheng said coldly.
"presumptuous!"
Monk Wuwei shouted: "How can the Bodhisattva Buddha be compared with ordinary people like you? The green-haired lion and the six-tusked white elephant can stay beside the Bodhisattva, which shows that they already possess the Buddha nature! The peacock can be named the Mother of the Buddha, and can become the mother of the Buddha."
The Peacock Daming King Bodhisattva is also a symbol of possessing Buddha nature! And the goblin next to you, I see only violence in its eyes!"
"She's violent? What's wrong with her being violent? She's also violent to the people she should be violent to!"
Gu Zheng stood up and said word by word: "I allow you to reorganize your words and apologize to Meow Meow for what you just said!"
"Apologise, let me apologize to a goblin? Are you sure you are still a normal person?" Monk Wuwei laughed.
"You're not going to apologize? Then tear his mouth apart!"
Gu Zheng shouted sharply, and the meow that had been waiting for him immediately turned into an afterimage.
Monk Wuwei's eyes widened instantly. He originally thought that Miaomiao was the kind of fairy that could transform into shape in advance without any need for advanced cultivation! But what he didn't expect was that Miaomiao was a fairy that could transform completely by relying on its strength.
Just an afterimage made him understand what kind of gap there was between him and Miaomiao!
Monk Wuwei dared to shout, but it was not because he had no support at all. The black gold alms bowl in his hand was an intermediate fairy weapon. He once relied on this fairy weapon to kill an earth demon-level spirit beast, which was equivalent to
Immortal cultivators refine and transform Qi-level strength. Of course, there is no such thing as immortal weapons in Buddhism. The immortal weapons in their hands are all called Buddhist weapons, and the level is determined in the same way as immortal weapons.
The Wujin Bowl is very powerful, but no matter how powerful the immortal weapon is, it still needs to be able to exert its power.
Without using the Wujin Bowl, Monk Wuwei didn't know it. In fact, when Miao Miao left, she had already used magic to seal the Wujin Bowl. Therefore, when Monk Wuwei was about to use the Wujin Bowl's magical power, he discovered
Wujin Bowl is a little out of control.
"ah!"
The screams rang out, and almost as soon as the Wujin Bowl was out of control and Monk Wuwei was frightened, two claw winds attacked his face from different directions, and blood suddenly flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Monk Wuwei's mouth was split. Miao Miao followed what Gu Zheng said and after tearing Monk Wuwei's mouth to pieces, he stopped attacking.
"good very good!"
Monk Wuwei's voice trembled, and when he spoke, his torn lip made his mouth look very big, and the blood was dripping continuously, which looked very scary.
"I'm telling you, don't mess with me again, otherwise next time, it won't just be your mouth that gets torn apart!"
Gu Zheng sat down again and his voice returned to calmness.
"We'll see!"
Monk Wuwei didn't say anything more. He turned around and left with a harsh word.
From the conflict to the end, it did not take too much time. Although some people stood up and looked at the nearby bonfire, no one came to join in the fun. After Monk Wuwei left, only Gu was left on the scene.
Zheng, Miaomiao and Yang Zhenling.
Miao Miao's body turned out to be a spiritual beast! Yang Zhenling put away the shock in his heart and said solemnly to Gu Zheng: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist Gu, I will never say anything that shouldn't be said."
"Eat fish."
Gu Zheng said lightly and didn't say much.
Gu Zheng, the apprentice of the eminent monk Yuankong of Prajna Temple, dares to teach him a lesson. He is not afraid of anyone's objections or provocations regarding Miao Miao's identity!
