The first thousand one hundred and sixty-eight chapters are true and false monks
Bamboo pole suddenly realized.
"Then those monsters outside should go to hell after death, right?" asked the bamboo stick monster.
He even felt that he would go to hell. Zhugan glanced at "Hell Transformation" again, feeling frightened.
"No, you are a monster." The monk in earth-colored clothes turned around and said, "Monsters do not go to hell."
"Uh..." The bamboo pole monster was stunned, "How dare you believe that this hell is specially designed for humans?"
"Exactly," said the monk in earth-colored clothes.
The bamboo stick monster once again suspected that he had met a fake monk. Either they were fake, or the young monk was fake.
After passing through the narrow alley, they came to the heavily guarded backyard. The wall behind the backyard was a mountain, and they were going to a cave.
The bamboo stick monster stopped, leaned back and looked into the distance, "Is this cave inside the Reclining Buddha Mountain?"
"Exactly." The earth-colored monk nodded.
They just went in.
"Ouch~" someone groaned.
"Let me out!! I was wronged."
"Namo Amitabha", various cries were heard, and there was even the sound of knocking wooden fish.
"Hey, a lot of people have been imprisoned," said the bamboo stick monster.
He turned back to the little boy and said, "You are blessed."
"Huh?" The little boy didn't understand what he meant.
"The people here are shouting very loudly, which means they are in charge of the food, and you won't be hungry."
"Hey." The little boy's eyes shone brightly, and his stomach growled. "If I had known better, I should have committed the crime earlier. I will bring my sister with me."
The earth-colored monk snorted coldly, "Boy, you don't come here on your own initiative. You...are not qualified at all."
The bamboo stick monster shrugged at the little boy, "Damn it, in your Central Plains, you have to have an identity if you dare to commit crimes."
They continued walking inside and saw prisons one after another, tightly packed into the low cave.
It was dark, damp, and there was no light except for the light of torches.
After reaching a place, the monk opened the cell door, pushed the little monk in, invited the monster in, and finally threw the little boy in.
Seeing that he was being treated differently, Zhugan said: "Damn it, if only I had no conscience, I could dominate the Central Plains."
The little boy ignored him, but walked to the door and said to the monk who was leaving: "Well, can you give me a bowl of noodles?"
"You are dreaming and still want to eat noodles. Go hungry!" the monks said rudely.
Seeing this, the bamboo stick monster stepped forward and said, "Bring me one bowl of noodles, no, three bowls of noodles, stewed with meat."
"Three bowls of noodles?" The monk looked at the bamboo stick monster in surprise, then at the little boy and the little monk, "Why do you want so many noodles?"
"What's the matter? I have a huge appetite." said the bamboo stick monster.
"Yes, yes." The monk ordered his men, "Bring him three bowls of noodles, braised with meat."
They drifted away, taking away the torches, leaving darkness behind and the little boy drooling.
"Pork stew! What kind of noodles is that?" The little boy looked longingly.
"It's just noodles made with braised meat. You haven't eaten it before?" Zhugang saw the little boy shaking his head and rolled his eyes, "You haven't eaten it before, why are you drooling?"
"I have eaten noodles secretly. They are very fragrant and much better than bran. I have never eaten meat." said the little boy.
"You've never eaten meat?" the bamboo stick monster was surprised.
For monsters, meat is a good thing.
"If you eat bugs, does it count if you bite yourself in the mouth?" the little boy asked him.
"Uh." The bamboo stick monster was startled.
He licked his lips with his tongue, "It probably doesn't count. I'll try it when I'm starving in the mountains and forests again."
The two of them were silent for a while, and then the sound of a wooden fish came from the side.
"Little monk." The bamboo pole monster asked the young monk who was meditating, "If we don't run away, why are we going in here?"
"One of the two major Buddhist cities in the Central Plains. If you don't come in and take a look, how can you know how the Central Plains Buddhism has deteriorated?" said the young monk.
"Yes." The bamboo stick monster nodded.
Without coming in to take a look, he would have thought that the City of Reclining Buddha was different from other cities and villages, and that it was a paradise.
Unexpectedly, this Buddhist city has also fallen into decay.
Along the way, the bamboo pole monster gained profound insights.
It is natural that monsters eat people and people kill monsters, but this is the first time I have seen a bamboo stick monster kill people with such a blunt knife.
The people of the Central Plains were blunted into zombies, or slaves who did not know how to resist.
If we compare the people of the Eastern Wilderness and the people of the Central Plains together, the gap is not ordinary, it is quite large.
Just as the bamboo stick monster was thinking, footsteps sounded outside.
The monk walked along the road carrying the rice, and a rustling sound came from the cell, "It smells good, it smells so good."
"Is dinner ready?"
"Master, here, here is a bowl of noodles." The person in the cell greeted.
"Just be patient, this is not for you!" The monk came over and scolded them.
When they arrived at the bamboo pole, the monk put down three bowls of noodles from the rice dumpling port and said, "Here are the noodles."
The bamboo pole took the noodles and handed them a bowl to the little boy, a bowl to the little monk, and kept a bowl for himself.
The little monk calmly picked up the noodles with his chopsticks and started eating.
"Hey, a monk actually eats meat stew." The monk who brought the meal sarcastically said, "You can tell he is a flowery monk just by looking at it."
The bamboo stick monster put down the bowl, looked at the monk, and then at the young monk. He didn't know what to say for a while.
Who is the fake monk?
After the monk who brought the rice left, they ate the rice in the dark.
"Ooooo, ooooo." The little boy made a lot of noise.
"Slow down, don't choke." The bamboo stick monster said, "It's not enough for the little monk."
The young monk said: "Look for him, he can't eat so much."
"Hey, don't you usually say that the food is not as good as the food in the inn and leave the leftovers to me?"
"It's delicious, it's delicious." The little boy seemed to have ignored their conversation, and his words were full of intoxication and satisfaction.
The prisoner on the opposite side swallowed his saliva and said jealously, "This is the decapitation meal. Enjoy it."
The prisoner in another cell said: "Kid, don't listen to his nonsense. You won't see many stars in the decapitation meal. Your meal is so delicious, it must be a late meal."
"That's worth it." The little boy didn't care, "It's so delicious."
"Amitabha." The sound of the wooden fish next to him stopped, and the owner of the wooden fish said, "Monks don't touch meat and fish. My little master has violated the precept."
The little monk was startled, and the bamboo pole monster was also surprised, "Hey, is there a normal monk here?"
He walked to the side. It was pitch dark in the cell and he could not see clearly, but the voice sounded like that of an old man.
"Master, why are you locked in there?" asked the bamboo stick monster, "Did you kill the monster too?"
"Ouch!" prisoners in other cells exclaimed, "Did you kill the monster?" they asked.
"Yes, otherwise why are we closed here? What about you?" asked the bamboo stick monster.
"I stole the vegetarian meal that the monk transformed into."
"I stole food from the temple."
"I stole the monk's wife."
"Awesome!" Zhugan exclaimed to the prisoners.
"How dare you compete with a monk for his wife? Are you a Taoist?" said the bamboo stick monster.
"You are a Taoist priest. Is it unusual for a monk to have a wife?" the prisoner asked.
Zhugan thought about it, all the monks in the city could go and rejoice, so marrying a daughter-in-law is nothing.