The monk didn't realize how surprising it was to others when he said such a sentence.
Even Kong Jin was attracted by him, his eyes fixed on the back of the little monk, and he showed a smile.
But soon, his smile solidified on his face.
The dazzling golden luck on the top of the monk's head made his eyes glazed over.
The color is like gold, filling the area representing luck.
This monk actually has the same pure golden luck as Huangfu Wuqin.
From the moment the monk entered the wine shop, the fortunes of all the monks around him were turned upside down by him.
This is the second person Kong Zhen has seen in his life with such a shocking luck. His face became solemn, and he couldn't help but mutter: "This kid is not simple."
How can a person with such luck be a simple person?
Looking at Kong Ji’s cultivation, he was also in the realm of embryonic light, and the Taoist base was always covered by a layer of gossamer-like mist, making it impossible for Kong Ji’s virtual vision to penetrate.
Just when Kong Xian was surprised as to why such a person appeared in Quanzhou.
The owner of the wine shop had already waved his hand towards the monk, with a very unfortunate look on his face: "How can a monk beg for wine and meat? Go away quickly! Go away quickly! What a bad luck."
"Who said? The monk can't ask for wine and meat." The monk didn't move because he was not tall. He raised his head and looked at the boss with an impassioned look: "All living beings are equal, you can eat, but the poor monk can't?"< br>
The monk's words immediately made the wine shop lively, and the drinkers started to boo and shouted:
"The master is right, why can't the boss eat more!"
"Haha, little monk, if you ask for some food, the boss may give it to you. If you ask for drinks, even if he wants to give alms, he probably won't dare. After all, we have a Shangzong Temple in Tianqi, and those Buddhas are very concerned about breaking the precepts. The monks and the boss who sells wine and meat to the monks will punish him.”
“Don’t be afraid, boss, we just pretend we didn’t see him.”
The drinkers can’t see the monk. Cultivation level, and he was obviously disguised, pretending to be a wheel cultivator.
That’s why the drinkers dared to make such blatant ridicule.
The monk was not angry either, and looked at the boss with a smile, waiting for his reply.
The boss did not dare to take the risk of offending Shangzong Temple. He immediately pointed coldly at the door and shouted: "Get out!"
"Shopkeeper, the monk has not eaten meat for a month." The monk seemed not to have any. Seeing the displeasure on the boss's face, his eyes widened and he looked aggrieved, like a dog-skin plaster, but he refused to leave.
“Get out!”
“Okay!” The monk sighed, finally gave up, shook his head and was about to leave the wine shop.
At this time, a clear voice suddenly came from the window of the wine shop. A young man came up with a smile and said to the boss: "Boss, give me three jars of good wine and ten pounds of good meat. I Take it away!”
“Okay, little friend Changsong.” The frost on the boss’s eyebrows disappeared with the appearance of Kong Ji, and he smiled warmly and greeted the boy as he did.
After Kong Ji paid a few spiritual crystals, he stood at the door waiting for his things to be delivered.
During this process, he did not even look at the monk, pretending to be indifferent to him.
It was the latter, but I couldn't move when I heard Kong Jiang directly and boldly buying so much good wine and meat.
He stood at the door, turned around and looked at Kong Ji with his eyes, and soon his eyes flashed with surprise.
Obviously this monk is not an ordinary monk. To outsiders, Kong Ji is just a monk in the sixth or seventh realm of Yang Lun.
But the monk saw through his disguise of using the technique at a glance and recognized his cultivation level.
And the roadbed is as cold and silent as a glacier, with no depth to be seen.
“What a young man!”
This was the first time the monk felt unfathomable in someone of his own age, and he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.
However, these questions were quickly ignored by the monk. As the boy delivered the wine and meat to Kong Ji's hand, the monk couldn't look away from the wine and meat in his hand.
After receiving the wine and meat, Kong Zhen turned around and pretended to see the monk.
Looking him up and down, he smiled and nodded kindly, then walked around the monk and slowly walked out of the wine shop with the wine and meat in hand.
His smile didn't matter, but the monk's eyes lit up and he muttered to himself: "I have a destiny with this donor!"
As he said that, he followed up.
"This benefactor!" The monk approached Kong Ji, thinking about his words, and tried his best to widen his eyes to make himself look harmless.
"There is so much good wine and meat, you can't finish it all by yourself, why not..."
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The aroma of wine overflows in the green bamboo courtyard.
The monk shamelessly asked for wine and meat from Kong Ji, and the two young men sat opposite each other.
The monk held the meat in one hand and the wine bowl in the other, eating until his mouth was greasy.
Take a big sip, and the aroma of the meat overflows. With the special wine of Lingzhufang City, the sweetness of Qingzhu wine, the monk couldn't help but moan in comfort while eating.
“Good wine! Good meat!”
Kong Jin ate more gracefully. He cut a plate of beef and ate it in small bites with chopsticks.
With a smile on his face from time to time, he looked at the monk in front of him who was pretending not to be able to see clearly his own cultivation.
He was sure that the monk had clearly seen his strength, but he pretended not to know and just drank and ate meat.
Of course, when I suddenly packed so much wine and meat before leaving, I also had the intention of fishing for this monk.
In this land of Quanzhou, such a monk with amazing luck suddenly appeared. It was a lie that he was not curious.
After all, Quanzhou is such a big place, and the only place that Kong Jiang could think of that would bring this monk here is the Kuruo Temple. The man in front of me is a monk, so he might be connected, and he might be able to tell some stories.
Of course, the possibility is very low.
I have nothing to do anyway, so it doesn’t matter if I make a mistake.
Just have a drink with this monk. It is always good to form a good relationship with this monk with amazing luck.
While thinking about it, Kong Xian found that while the monk was eating wine and food, his eyes were secretly looking at him.
He immediately started talking.
"Little Master, you monks follow the five precepts. I'm afraid there's something wrong with you eating meat and drinking alcohol."
The monk waved his arm holding the meat, indicating that he didn't have so many rules. He replied in a vague tone: "What's wrong? The poor monk doesn't think it's wrong."
"This cow is dead. If I don't eat it, someone will eat it."
>"But if you don't eat, I won't eat, and if everyone doesn't eat, wouldn't it mean that there would be no more killing?" Kong Ji didn't understand Buddhism, so he just followed the topic.
However, the monk thought that he was discussing Buddhism with him, and his face immediately became solemn, he put down the wine and meat, and bowed solemnly to the meat.
Kong Ji thought he was not going to eat, but who knew he picked it up again and stuffed it into his mouth: "We monks don't have to eat it. Mortals eat grains. How can we survive in the fields if we don't eat oily fish?" The pain of hard work.”
“Killing one cow can feed dozens of farmers and produce food for thousands of people.”
“This shows that the meat still needs to be eaten. Food."
"Haha." Kong Xian was amused by the monk's remarks and said jokingly: "If the master of Shangzong Temple hears this, I'm afraid he will be very angry. "
This sentence vaguely means to test the origin of the monk.
Judging from the monk's cultivation and luck, he was definitely not a monk from a small temple. The only person in Tianqi who could rival him was Shangzong Temple.
It may be one of the two monks who are neither crazy nor angry, as Bai Xiangming once mentioned.
"The poor monk is not from the monastery!" The monk didn't care about his origins and said casually: "The young monk comes from Yunmo."
"Yunmo!" Kong There was a bit of astonishment in Xian's eyes, that was a place further away than Gu territory.
Except for the great power of palm creation, he could not think of any monk who could travel millions of miles to come to Tianqi.
“Could it be that we really came here for the Kuruo Temple!”
After thinking this, Kong Xian continued to test: “The journey to Yunmo is long, and I am afraid that my little master has experienced a lot of hardships along the way. . ”
“It’s not a hardship, it’s just that I can’t eat wine and meat.” The monk touched the grease on his mouth. Most of the three jars of wine and ten pounds of meat went into his stomach, and he could eat it now. It was almost done, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and he shouted: "It's better not to be a monk, because I can eat all the wine and meat!"
As he said that, the monk looked at Kong Ji, with a kind expression on his baby face. Smile: "Donor, if you have any questions, just ask. I think you seem to be hesitant to speak. There is no need to be polite. The young monk knows everything." He didn't care about probing him, so he didn't think twice about what he said, and became more casual.
"Little master, you have a keen eye! Don't you know the name of the Dharma?"
The monk scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed to speak out, but thinking about this meal of wine and meat, he didn't care anymore.
Said two words at a very fast speed: "Quit sex!"
"Ah!" Kong Zhi groaned, and the expression on his face became stiff. His master said this How much you must hate this monk to take such a Buddhist name.
"Master said that since I was a child, I liked to go to Shuiyue Temple to help the young masters fetch water. I have a strong moral character and want to break the precepts. He specially gave me this name to remind the young monks not to break the sexual precepts." The monk stammered in explanation: "So the young monk has not broken the sexual precepts, but has broken the other precepts. Fortunately, my master did not name me the Five Precepts."
"I am really ashamed to say this name. Donor You can call me by my common name, Congyun.”
“I’m from Xia Zong… I’m from Kong Ji!” Kong Ji stuttered and almost got confused, but he immediately came over.
“Young Master Bingpo Kong Jiang! No wonder.” The monk had been in Tianqi for a while. He had heard Kong Jiang’s name. He looked at Kong Jiang up and down and showed the same expression: "At such a young age, the only one who can achieve such a level of cultivation is the recently famous donor Kong Ji. I'm so glad to meet you!"
"That's a compliment. My little master's skills are also very profound." Kong Ji He bowed his hands politely and was about to ask why this monk came to Tianqi.
Unexpectedly, the monk glanced at an unused guest room in the Qingzhu Courtyard. Without waiting for Kong Xian to ask questions, he put on a sincere attitude and said:
"You and I are both strangers in a foreign land, so why don't you keep us company? I see there are still vacancies in your small courtyard..."
Kong's face twitched subconsciously, and he regretted bringing the monk back.
I am shameless, and I am a bit inferior compared to this person.
“I’m talking about Master Jingse, after all, you are also a strong person who ascends the wheel, don’t you even have this little spiritual crystal?” Kong Ji covered his forehead with a wry smile in his voice.
Cong Yun replied sternly: "Monks don't keep worldly things on their bodies."
It's hard to imagine that a meat-and-wine monk who has never broken his sexual precepts would actually abide by this rule.
Kong Ji took a breath, but he had already finished talking about sending Buddha to the West. He could only nod depressedly.
“Donor, you are a living Bodhisattva.” The monk saluted Kong Xing seriously, and then cheerfully pointed to one of the empty rooms.
“I don’t have a choice, I’ll just take this one.”
Looking at Cong Yun who excitedly walked into the empty room, Kong Ji felt like he was bitten instead of fishing.
He muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "That's not right, I look like I'm on a pole looking for someone to smoke."
It was obviously Kong Geng who used wine and meat to lure him here.
Who knows how to get yourself a dog skin plaster.
While he was reflecting on what was wrong.
Cong Yun's shameless voice came from the room: "Donor Kong, will there be meat tomorrow!"
Kong Ji: "..." (End of this chapter)
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