Wuhua said dumbfoundedly: "This ...... This is considered to be eating Buddha, right? Isn't it a bit ruthless? ”

Xiao Lingjue smiled: "How can you eat Buddha?" Here is my brother and I full of blessings, I hope that the believers who eat Laba porridge can be safe and happy, they are not eating Buddha, but a piece of our goodwill! ”

"Yes, since you have already got all the water, let's boil a small pot to try the taste, I see that Senior Brother Wangchen is very good at controlling fire, and this porridge cooking work will be handed over to you to control." Unintentionally said again.

"Good!" Of course, the little monk agreed to him, Xiao Lingjue can even refine the pill, and dealing with the small pot of laba porridge is not easy to catch, fire control is the most basic alchemy technique.

Wuhua also joined the carving army, the master behind also joined the battle with great interest, the master can even top two or three without flowers to use, in the blink of an eye a Buddha or Arhat will be carved, the speed is so fast, jaw-dropping, and Wuxin is not idle, he concentrates on the Dharma in the ingredients, chanting the scriptures of blessings.

The little monk set up a small casserole, even if it is three or four people's meal, there is no need to make too much, mung bean and jujube paste and dried fruits are slowly put into the pot in order at a time, and the best spiritual rice is planted in the temple itself, and it will not be taken out to feedback to the pilgrims until the Laba Festival every year.

The vitality of the little monk also slowly pushed the casserole, as if refining the elixir, slowly adjusting the ingredients in the casserole.

After the baptism of Buddhist scriptures, the harmony of Buddha power, and ingredients such as casseroles all exude a faint Buddha light, and the charming fragrance instantly ravages the mouths and noses of the four people.

Wuhua's saliva had already flowed all over the ground, and he said impatiently: "Little Brother Forget Chen, you've been fine this week, why don't we take a bite!" ”

The little monk glanced at his cheap senior brother, and then said calmly: "How can it be so fast, the dried fruits in it are not cooked?" Wait, I'll use the Buddha power to prompt it right away! ”

Although Wuxin didn't speak, his eyes were also staring directly at this casserole, and he pursed the corners of his mouth from time to time.

Less leaning, the little monk took a spoon in it, gently hooked it, and tasted the taste.

Nodding his head and saying, "Good, delicious!" Let's try it, this is the best Laba porridge I've ever tasted. ”

Wuxin and Wuxin couldn't hold it anymore, stretched out their claws of An Lushan, and held a big bowl in one person, filling a bowl full.

I saw that in the big bowl, white rice, yellow millet, crystal clear lotus seeds, and red jujubes were ...... and other ingredients are mixed together, but they are distinct, red and red, white and clear, and yellow brilliant...... All the ingredients are put together, where is a bowl of porridge, it is clearly a painting! The ingredients in it are not ingredients, they are clearly pearls, precious jades and gold, and the beautiful ones are reluctant to eat them!

The color is beautiful, and the taste is even more amazing!

The aroma of spiritual rice, the fragrance of lotus seeds, the sweetness of jujubes, and the taste of eighteen kinds of ingredients can be smelled carefully! After fusion, it turns into a unique fragrance, smell it, refresh your mind, and feel very comfortable!

"Good, good, good!" I don't want to look at it, I smell it, and it has been determined that this is definitely the best in the world! This is not much worse than what I drank back then, right? And this is made by yourself...

But... His eyes suddenly hit the junior brother next to him who was eating and drinking, and he saw him swallowing the laba porridge in the bowl, and the big one was still playing, and it was half empty in an instant.

Wuxin said helplessly: "I said, junior brother, can you eat a little bit?" I can't even eat it..."

Wuhua looked up at her senior brother in a daze, her eyes suddenly burst into a fine light, and she deliberately said a little naïvely: "Senior brother, can't you eat it?" Then junior brother will help you solve it! ”

"Get out!"

Half an hour later, Wuhua looked at her round belly, fell into deep thought, and was silent for a long time.

Wuxin glanced at his junior brother strangely, and said, "Senior brother, what's wrong?" If there is anything unhappy, say it and make us happy! ”

"you, I'm thinking about a question now, we're eating and drinking spicy food here, have we forgotten someone?"

"That's right! Damn, I almost forgot to call the master......"

"It's not... Don't you think it's strange that nothing has come of it today? ”

"That's a bit weird! He said that he went to the Dharma meditation, but there was no one in the practice room in the room......"

"Alas, it's okay, fruitless, this guy has the most ghost ideas, how can something happen to a person who seems to be quite witty? Let's stop guessing, let's talk about it when he comes back! ”

Wuhua looked at the casserole again and said solemnly, "I think I can do another bowl!" ”

"Get coarse, the rest is for the master and the junior brother, you have to eat it and cook it yourself!"

"Eat, eat, eat, know how to eat, and I'm not afraid to eat you into a big fat man."

The two brothers gave him a blank look, ignored his pleading, and sent the rest of the porridge to the master's meditation room.

Back in the mountains, fruitless looked at the mountains and forests, and said miserably: "Damn, when will this 500 catties of wood be a head?" I'm running out of knives, and I'm running out of aura... Oh my God..."

It's a pity that even if he screamed in his throat, no one paid attention to him.

Not far from the Puzhen Temple, there is a Qingfeng Temple, which is dedicated to the ancestors of the Three Qing Dynasty, the master of the temple is a powerful old Taoist, it is said that he has some relationship with the Heavenly Master, and the person who usually speaks to the outside world is a middle-aged man.

The Taoist priest's name is Qingyunzi, but there are some Taoism, and there are a few old Taoist priests in front of Qingyunzi who are closing their eyes and recuperating.

Qing Yunzi, who usually shouted outside and drank six times, didn't even dare to breathe in front of these old men, just quietly waiting for them to speak.

Among them, the oldest old man finally spoke, and said majestically and humorously: "This Puzhen Temple is still jumping, and it is still engaged in the Laba Festival, but it is just an ant after the autumn, and it can't grow." ”

Another old man in purple also smiled and stroked his beard and said: "Many Buddhist temples in the east have finished playing, and now the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty is very supportive of our Taoism, but the destruction of Buddhism has caused dissatisfaction among Confucianism." ”

The leader of the Dao snorted coldly and said: "The master said, those people are just a group of sour Confucians, they can only let off empty cannons, and they can't become the climate, we used to cooperate with them, but it was just to deal with Buddhism." ”

At this time, the relationship between the gate and Confucianism had already cracked due to the uneven distribution of interests, and even caused many Taoist disciples and Confucian disciples to be hostile.

Lao Dao said again: "You don't have to worry about this matter, let's kill the Buddha first, Qingyunzi, you go to Pujing Temple to do something, as long as it is still within the rules, you are allowed to do whatever it takes." ”

"Yes!"

Qing Yunzi bowed three times to the old Taoist priests, and then withdrew.