Seeing that Qiu Ming was reluctant to say, Jigong didn't ask again. The www.biquge.info just shook the flask at Qiu Ming and motioned for another drink.

Qiu Ming shook his hand, and the Qiankun gossip pot appeared in his hand, and he poured a cup of two pots for Jigong. The wine provided by the restaurant is only twenty or thirty degrees, which is not as strong as these two pots.

Jigong stretched out his oil-stained hand and picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"Ha~~ good wine!" This is the wine, and in comparison, the taste of the wine in the restaurant is too light. However, Jigong glanced at Qiu Ming's right hand at the same time, this Qiu Ming actually had a Sumeru ring, which was not a treasure that ordinary monks could get.

The ancients said that a thousand cups are not drunk, and the taste of that wine is similar to that of beer, and that cup is a small wine cup. The so-called 1,000 cups is only the amount of ten bottles of beer, and there are not many people who can drink ten bottles of beer, but there are many of them.

Jigong wanted to take the wine jug in Qiu Ming's hand as well, but Qiu Ming avoided him. What are you kidding, this wine jug is a treasure, not to mention, there is also a drunken immortal brew he got from the Dragon Palace of the South China Sea.

Besides, if you have oil in one hand, you still have to drink it to your mouth, how can you give it to you!

"Stingy!" Jigong muttered and continued to eat the beans with his hands.

Qiu Ming wanted to laugh angrily, are you embarrassed to call me stingy? Under normal circumstances, if I call you senior brother, shouldn't it be you who invite you to dinner? You don't have any money, I asked, it's nothing.

But I'm in for a treat, and if you don't say anything about it, you will catch the chicken when it comes up, and I won't eat a bite. I drank a jug of wine, and you poured it all into your stomach.

Now I'm giving you a second pot of water you've never drunk before, and you still want to rob my wine jug, and if you don't give it, you will call me stingy? How can this be true!

"Senior Brother Daoji, it's not that I'm stingy, but I'm not as ~um~ free and easy as you. If you want to drink, I'll pour it for you, and you'll have enough. "There are thousands of catties of wine in this Qiankun gossip pot, which is not enough for Jigong to drink?

Jigong's eyes lit up, and he immediately pushed the cup in front of him, thought about it, and pushed the big bowl of roast chicken over.

Qiu Ming smiled, and did not refuse, so he took the wine jug and filled the big bowl.

Jigong glanced at the wine jug in Qiu Ming's hand, but he didn't see that it was still a treasure. How could such a good baby fall into the hands of a person who doesn't like wine, it's a waste!

Let's see if you can come over and change it. With this, you can drink at any time in the future.

"Senior Brother Daoji, is this wine okay?" Qiu Ming took a sip, when he lived in the dormitory, he also liked to go out for a drink with his roommates.

A person who drinks is the most boring, and the more people drink, the more they drink.

"This wine is good, I have never drunk it before, monk, where did you get it?" From south to north, Jigong has drunk too many kinds of wine, but he has never drunk this kind of wine. So Qiu Ming, where did he get it?

"It's brewed in a brewery in my hometown, so I drink more if I like it." This is the most common two-pot head in the real world, a very cheap high-grade wine, and the taste is not bad.

Jigong looked at Qiu Ming, who continued to pour wine for himself, this wine is from his hometown? So where is his hometown, such a good wine, why hasn't he even heard of it!

However, this Qiu Ming does not let him hate it, and may be able to become friends with him. Except for the old abbot, who would like to sit at the same table with him to eat?

Qiu Ming wanted to learn from Ji Gong, and when he learned from Ji Gong, he made Qiu Ming feel very useful. If this Jigong can pass on his hands, he will definitely be of infinite use.

"Senior brother, if you drink wine and eat meat like this, aren't you afraid of violating the rules and precepts, and the Buddha will blame you?"

Ji Gong looked at Qiu Ming with a little drunk eyes at this time: "The wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha is sitting in his heart." ”

After a pause, Jigong continued: "If the world learns from me, it will be like entering the devil's way!" ”

Qiu Ming nodded thoughtfully, this kind of wine and meat monk, but there is only one person who has made many people start to worship the Buddha and be kind because of this.

"The Buddha once said, let go of obsession. Obsession is not just greed, hatred, obsession, fasting such as wine and meat, but also an obsession? No matter how strict the precepts are, no matter how good the fasting is, what is the use of not being able to save oneself and not others? ”

Jigong is very disdainful of the eight levels of fasting in the Sutra, everyone in the world has Buddha nature, fasting or not, does not affect the increase or decrease of Buddha nature, but affects the practice of some exercises. He just can't quit this appetite, otherwise why would he return to the mortal world and experience the suffering of the world in order to seek a breakthrough.

Qiu Ming's eyes were a little strange, he could understand these words, but they shouldn't come out of a monk's mouth, right? No wonder people call Jigong Jidian, and he is really crazy.

"Qiu Ming, pour wine." Jigong stepped on the stool with one foot, continued to grab vegetables with his right hand, and ...... with his left hand Buckle your feet!

Qiu Ming felt that he had eaten those things just now, and now he wanted to jump out of his stomach.

"Qiu Ming, who can be free from dirt on his body? Is there anything wrong with removing the dirt? ”

Yes, but TM, you can't pick your feet while eating!

Qiu Ming endured the discomfort and continued to pour wine for Jigong: "Senior brother, don't you never bathe?" ”

"Eh~~ Monk, I will still take a bath on a rainy day."

Qiu Ming "......"

It is said that Jigong is a master and a living Buddha in the world, but this character is really not very likable. Maybe he has helped a lot of poor people, and he can be regarded as a helper, but he always gives people a feeling of being too self-conscious.

It's no wonder why other temples can't accommodate him, if others are like him, how many people can practice Buddhism?

As he was talking, there was a sudden thunderstorm outside, and in the blink of an eye, it began to rain. The rain drifted in through the window, and Jigong stood at the window, letting the rain hit him.

Qiu Ming watched Jigong rub his hands in his clothes, could this product be rubbing mud?!

This rain comes and goes quickly. In less than five minutes, the rain stopped. Jigong returned to the table, and his hand hadn't been taken out of his clothes yet.

Qiu Ming didn't want to see it, but Jigong's hand rubbing in his clothes made him can't help but stare at it, he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't say anything, just kept pouring wine for Jigong, and he also drank two glasses and pressed it.

"Qiu Ming, monk, how about I use this in exchange for your wine jug?" Jigong's left hand stretched out from his clothes, and he spread out his palm, and there was a black ball of mud inside.

If this were someone else, he would definitely jump to his feet and scold, but Qiu Ming knew that the one rubbed off Jigong's body was called the Sweat Mud Pill, which was a very magical elixir.

"If my brother likes to drink, he will come to me often in the future, and this wine bottle cannot be changed." When he said this, Qiu Ming's eyes were still staring at the sweat and mud pill.

Qiu Ming wants this sweat mud pill, which can be used in other worlds and exchanged things with others, he himself will not eat it, absolutely not!