Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty First: Can't Control
The training ground of Qingshan Temple.
Everyone was looking at the figure in the air. The third elder was shocked at first when he saw this figure. Then he reacted like the abbot in the fasting room. He also clasped his hands and kept chanting Amitabha.
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The other monks may not know what happened specifically, but the third elder and the abbot now know very well what it means to the entire Qingshan Temple if this person comes back. Everyone in the world knows that Qingshan Temple has not had the luck for hundreds of years.
Duan Chen, but none of them had ever thought that God would give Qingshan Temple such a powerful destiny and then give them a problem that simply gave everyone a headache. This problem had not been solved when Master Duanchen was around.
In Zheng’s hands, there’s even more that can’t be done
There is no way to solve it. Now that Master Duanchen has left, the abbot of Qingshan Temple is just an abbot who knows how to chant and read sutras every day. He seems to be unable to take care of it even if he wants to. But fortunately, this problem left Qingshan many years ago.
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He has not come back for ten years, and the abbot of Qingshan Temple has escaped disaster, but unfortunately this problem has come back again. It is still the familiar figure and the familiar laughter. Although it is hearty, but listening to
But it’s particularly permeable.
The monks in the martial arts training ground stared at the figure in mid-air. They couldn't figure out who this figure was and why the third elder, who had been Gujing Mubo for so many years, was so panicked at this time.
"Is this person a monk from our Qingshan Temple?" Qingshui frowned and asked in a low voice.
"I don't know, I haven't seen it, but judging from the reaction of the third elder, I should have seen it..." Jingming replied in a low voice.
"Who is this person? How can he make the third elder so nervous?" Qingshui turned to look at the third elder who was lowering his head and chanting sutras and said very curiously.
"I don't know, anyway, I've never seen this person before!" Jingming stretched out his hand and scratched his head, curling his lips and said.
Just as everyone was talking, the figure in mid-air had steadily caught the little monk Wujie's figure. After seeing the little monk's appearance, the figure laughed loudly, and the loud voice resounded throughout the entire temple.
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"This doll looks really good! Haha!"
After hearing this, the third elder quickly raised his head and glanced at the figure.
The next second, the figure did something that other monks could not even imagine. The figure actually stuffed the chicken drumstick in his hand into the mouth of the young monk Wujie.
The little monk who was already unconscious smelled the meaty aroma of chicken legs and quickly opened his eyes. Then he looked at the person holding him and then at the chicken legs in his mouth and asked quickly: "What is this!"
"Eat!" the figure replied with a smile.
The little monk hesitated for a moment while holding the chicken legs, and then started eating.
After seeing this scene, the monk below quickly exclaimed: "Wujie, you can't eat that!"
"Is there anything I can't eat?" the figure shouted with eyes wide open.
All the monks below were stunned. They turned to look at the third elder who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed and shouted loudly: "Third elder, the third elder is not good. That man gave Wujie chicken drumsticks. It's over, it's over, Wujie."
I broke the precept..."
The third elder had no reaction at all after hearing these words. He still closed his eyes and whispered softly: "Amitabha! Amitabha!"
"Who the hell is that person? How could he eat chicken heads for Wu Jie? What a sin!" Qing Shui shouted with eyes wide open after seeing this scene.
"Yeah, the third elder doesn't care about it! If the abbot finds out about this, he won't be angry and vomits blood!" Jingming looked equally anxious at this time.
"Ha ha……"
The fat monk laughed loudly when he saw the little monk holding the chicken legs and eating them deliciously. Then the two of them slowly landed on the ground. The little monk almost ate up the chicken legs in his hands, and stretched out his hand to wipe away the greasy food.
He turned his head and looked at the fat monk with an honest smile.
"Is it delicious?" The fat monk reached out and touched the little monk's head.
"It's delicious, is there any more?" The little monk nodded quickly.
"No more, no more!" The fat monk waved his hand.
"What is this you gave me to eat?" the little monk asked with curiosity on his face.
"Chicken legs!" The fat monk grinned.
When the young monk heard the name, he was stunned for a moment and said with some surprise: "So this is chicken drumsticks. My master said chicken drumsticks are bitter. My master lied to me. Monks can't lie!"
When the little monk knew that what he had just eaten was chicken legs, his first reaction was not that he had broken the Buddhist precepts and rules, but that his master had lied!
"Your master is just an old liar!" the fat monk replied with a pout, then looked at Wujie and asked, "Are you thirsty?"
"I'm thirsty..." The little monk nodded quickly.
"Haha, I'm thirsty!" The fat monk laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and took down the wine gourd tied to his waist. He stretched out his hand and handed it to the little monk. He looked at the little monk and said, "The wine inside is not good."
Too much, drink less and leave some for me..."
When the little monk heard that it was wine, he was also stunned and looked at the fat monk and asked: "What does wine taste like?"
"Smell!" the fat monk said through gritted teeth.
"My master lied again. He said the wine smelled like urine!" the young monk shouted angrily.
When the fat monk heard this, he laughed loudly, touched the little monk's head and said, "How does your master know what urine tastes like? Has he drunk urine or wine?"
"..." The young monk was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and nodded quickly and said, "My master must have never drank urine or wine!"
"Drink quickly!" the fat monk said loudly.
The young monk looked at the wine gourd in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he unscrewed the wine cork on the wine gourd and then raised his head and raised the wine gourd in his hand.
"Haha!" The fat monk laughed loudly when he saw the little monk drinking.
"Gulu gulu..."
The little monk seemed to be drinking endlessly. When the fat monk on the side saw that the little monk seemed to drink up all the wine, he quickly reached out his hand to stop the little monk. Then he grabbed the wine gourd in the little monk's hand and shouted loudly: "I didn't ask you to give it to me."
Should I keep some? Why did you drink it all for me?"
"It tastes good..." the little monk said to the fat monk with a smile while burping.
"Haha, it tastes delicious!" The fat monk laughed loudly, then touched the little monk's head and said, "You can hang out with me from now on. I will take you to eat meat and drink wine every day. What do you think?"
"My master may disagree!" the young monk said with his lips raised.
"Your master is okay, I'll go tell him!"
"Okay, as long as you can convince my master, I will follow you from now on!" After hearing this, the little monk nodded quickly and sounded very excited.
The monks on the side were dumbfounded by the actions of the fat monk and the little monk. After being in Qingshan Temple for so long, no one had ever seen that monk be so arrogant and dare to eat meat and drink in front of so many people. You know
Eating meat and drinking alcohol are taboos among Buddhists!
"Third Elder, that fat monk gave Wujie alcohol and meat, please hurry up and take care of it!" At this time, everyone turned and shouted at the Third Elder.
The third elder slowly opened his eyes, frowned at the fat monk in front of him, sighed helplessly and said nothing.
Everyone was stunned after seeing the reaction of the third elder. No one could figure out why the third elder, who usually had the strictest requirements for the rules and regulations of Qingshan Temple, would react like this after seeing Wujie eating meat and drinking.
Isn't this a little too abnormal? If this were normal, let alone the third elder seeing others eating meat and drinking alcohol, even if he heard someone discussing these things, the third elder would probably punish him severely. But at this time, the third elder actually seemed to
It was as if he had never seen anything before, and he kept lowering his head and saying the four words Amitabha.
"Third Elder, who is this person? Please take care of it quickly!" Qingshui took a step forward and said to the Third Elder.
After hearing this, the third elder turned to look at Qingshui and said in a low voice: "I can't control this person! I can't control him anymore!"