This incense, this incense......

When the extremely special and refreshing fragrance emanated from the originally tasteless incense stick and quickly permeated the meditation room, Master Mingkong's heart had just shaken, and he was already lost in the fragrance.

Or immersion.

And his immersion was much deeper than those in the club that day, as well as the three parents and daughters of the Chen family.

He is a Hinayana practitioner!

In other words, he is a practitioner.

This incense was like an introduction, and in an instant, it aroused his deepest meditation, aroused his greatest pleasure, and immersed his whole body and mind deeply.

So much so that when a stick of incense burned out completely, and then Father Chen woke up from his normal intoxication, Master Mingkong was still sitting there "dumbfounded", his eyes down, as if he was asleep.

Father Chen smiled secretly, and an inexplicable sense of pride rose in his heart.

Look!

What if you're a monk?

Always put on that nonchalant (breeze) look.

Isn't it honest to be at the mercy of a stick of incense?

In the midst of Chen's father's secret slander and ridicule, time gradually passed, and I don't know how long it took, Master Mingkong finally opened his eyes.

At that moment, it was as if there was a mirror shining indoors.

Father Chen attributed it to an illusion, and then saw Master Mingkong looking at him with fiery eyes, and then said, "Monk Chen, I don't know where this incense comes from?"

There was even a slight tremor in his words.

Father Chen smiled loudly in his heart, very happy, but after all, he remembered the purpose of his trip, "Master, what does this incense say?"

Then, without waiting for Master Mingkong to respond, he said: "This incense is indeed very special, it seems to have some hypnotic effect, and it can also make people fall into a deep sleep. ”

Master Mingkong was dumbfounded.

Hypnosis?

Deep sleep?

The same effect as meditation?

What the heck!

It's all what and whatever!

If meditation had this effect, Lao Qu would have completed the four meditations and eight concentrations, attained the status of an arhat, attained the attainment of a bodhisattva, and ascended to the ground as a Buddha in the flesh.

At this moment, listening to Father Chen's words, Master Mingkong couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, and wanted to roar loudly.

Did You Know?

Do you know what kind of incense this is!

From these words, he also knew that although Father Chen didn't know anything about the common sense of cultivation, most of the incense was purely accidental!

However, it is no wonder that the people of Father Chen are also collectively referred to as "Dade" in the classics, and the dare is not just pure pandering, but that these people may indeed have access to some things that ordinary people can't reach.

This incense is a clear example of this.

Master Mingkong sighed secretly, then forced himself to calm down, and said to Father Chen: "As the layman said, this incense is absolutely extraordinary, but has all kinds of incredible uses. I'm ashamed, the poor monk has never seen or heard of this incense, but ......"

"Chen Jushi, please sit down for a while. ”

Master Mingkong said, then got up from his seat, and after about four or five minutes, he went and returned, with a plate in his hand.

Fruit?

Father Chen looked at it in surprise.

On the plate are a couple of ...... Small tomatoes?

This persimmon is not authentic, the big persimmon is too small, the small persimmon is too big, eighty percent are hormones and genetically modified products!

After a while, Chen's father made an appraisal of the contents of the plate, and then he was a little puzzled.

No matter what, the hospitality fruit in the temple should not be this kind of goods, not to mention entertaining him, even treating ordinary pilgrims, it will not be like this!

However, this fruit seems to be quite attractive?

"Chen Jushi. ”

Master Mingkong placed the plate on the small table between the two of them, and reached out to gesture.

At this time, Chen's father realized that there were only six tomatoes on a large plate.

"You guy, you're too stingy, aren't you!" If it was for ordinary people who had dealings, Father Chen would probably say so at this time, but the current situation was that there was no communication between the two in the past, and the identity of the Mingkong Mage was a bit special.

So Father Chen just smiled and said, "Master, this tomato is a new variety, and it looks a little different from the ordinary one." ”

In response to Father Chen's words, Master Mingkong only nodded slightly, then stretched out his hand again, signaled and invited: "Master Chen, please taste!"

Even if he doesn't look down on this thing, even if he thinks that this thing is mostly hormones and genetically modified, of course Father Chen can't take this stubble, just a small persimmon, and he can't eat dead people!

Yes, he's made up his mind to eat only one at most.

And, in the past, what did he not eat?

Father Chen casually picked up a small persimmon and sent it to his mouth with a generous (death) and calm (righteousness) mood, and said to Master Mingkong with a very decent and natural smile: "Speaking of which, I really haven't ...... for a long time."

He didn't finish his words.

Because he has already taken a bite of the persimmon in his hand.

Before he finished speaking, he wanted to take a small bite and then continue, but after this bite, he was stunned.

After a moment's pause, he took a second bite.

The second bite is followed by the third.

The third bite is followed by the second.

The second is followed by the third......

Reached.

Reach out again.

Hey!

Without?!

Six small tomatoes, in fact, he got four.

Master Mingkong still pays great attention to the etiquette of guests and hosts, there are six in total, and he only eats two of them himself, leaving the remaining four for the other party.

Of six, he ate more than three, and most of them were four! Although Father Chen was not very sure about this, he should ...... Possible...... That's probably the case, but it's too tasty, isn't it?

Until this time, when he came back to his senses, the little tomato had been eaten for a while, and his tongue was still unconsciously moving in his mouth.

What is a little indecent is that he still swallows saliva in small sips.

Supposedly, he wasn't a glutton, but now he couldn't stop spitting so much saliva in his mouth.

Of course, he didn't mean to stop, although he finished eating, the sweetness still remained in his mouth, and his tongue moved, as if he could still scrape a layer of that sweetness out of his mouth.

Scrape.

Scrape again.

Scrape again.

At the same time, his gaze swept over the fruit bowl more than once.

Once.

Once.

Again.

But the fruit bowl is always empty.

"Ahem. ”

Master Mingkong coughed lightly.

It's really Father Chen's expression and intention are too obvious, and it's really hard for him to refuse...... No, it's really hard to respond and satisfy the other person's intentions.

"Ahem. ”

Master Mingkong coughed again, and then said: "Chen Jushi, the incense just now, please forgive the poor monk for his shallow knowledge, he has never seen or heard of it, but ......"

Speaking of this, Master Mingkong pondered for a moment.

After two coughs, Father Chen finally came back to his senses, and at this moment, he began to listen intently.

Although he had never seen or smelled it, the poor monk was inexplicably familiar with the fragrance. ”

And when he said this, Chen's father also slapped his thigh.

"Master, you mean ......"

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