A golden temple covered with golden glazed tiles, in the center of which hangs a huge sky-blue plaque, which is the three big characters of Xiangyun Temple.

In the ancient temple, the smoke is filled, occasionally mixed with the sound of chanting, the sound of knocking on the wooden fish, walking in it, only feel extremely empty, quiet, very give people the illusion of wanting to take refuge.

At this moment, Lin Hu was walking towards the depths of the temple with the monk who did not hate him, and somehow, he always felt that the monks who passed by him along the road were staring at him.

One or two are okay, and as he was stared at more times, Lin Hu also discovered that those bald monks who were too strong to speak were not glaring at him, but the monks around him.

What's going on?

To say, although this monk is not the host of Xiangyun Temple, the head of the Buddhist family to the outside world, but in the Buddhist family, he is definitely one of the top few figures, why do those monks look at him so unhappy?

Lin Hu's doubts were not concealed from the monk who did not resent, and then immediately explained: "Amitabha, the poor monk has added the position of the chief of the precept academy in this Xiangyun Temple, and is specifically responsible for punishing those disciples who violate the precepts, so most of these new disciples are not very strange to me. ”

Hey, that's not right, the average student who makes a mistake has always been afraid of this kind of character who teaches the director's family, not to mention cowering, but it shouldn't be like this!

Sure enough, the monk continued: "A while ago, I set a rule with the host and several other leaders, strictly prohibiting all monks under the door from eating meat, and those who violate the precepts copy the Buddhist scriptures a thousand times, because I announced it, so ......"

No wonder, these new disciples don't understand the rules. Eighty percent regarded the monk as the culprit, and hated it by the way.

"Oh, Master, I don't know something, I remember that at the time of the Great Departure, the Buddhists were not strict with their disciples eating meat. There is no such rule, how can it be so strict in the Southern Wilderness?"

"Haha, Master Lin, you only know one thing but you don't know the other, my Buddhist family is strictly forbidden to eat meat, but the target is those monks in the inner courtyard who have survived the thunderstorm. Because in this realm, monks eat meat just to satisfy their appetites, so it is naturally forbidden, and those little novices whose bodies have not yet grown need meat to replenish their body's qi and blood. Therefore, not only is it not prohibited, but meat must be eaten for three meals a day. ”

"The rules of the Southern Wilderness are strict, and there is a reason for this, these barbarian disciples are rough and straightforward, generous, and extremely strong, so they are the best candidates for cultivating Buddha, and it will be easier to attain the Vajra Dharma Body in the future. ”

"But. Here in the southern wilderness, fierce beasts are rampant, and every tribe is trying to survive in killing. Over time, that anger has penetrated into everyone's bones, and they regard killing as a daily routine, which is the way to survive here, and there is nothing wrong with it. ”

"However, if you want to practice Buddhism. It is necessary to dissolve the anger in the disciples' bodies and even in their personalities. Otherwise, I am afraid that I will fall into the devil's path in the future. ”

"In order for the disciples to have Buddha nature. The best way to do this is to start with the precepts and sutras, so that there are many rules like eating meat and copying sutras. ”

Hearing this, Lin Hu also understood the painstaking efforts of these old monks, in fact, Confucianism is the same, if you want to educate barbarian disciples to read and write, write poems and compose, it is actually quite a headache.

So, they started from the interests of the barbarians, such as archery, beasts, etc., many skills are written in books, if you want to learn, the disciples can only frown one by one to read, memory, a long time, can play a subtle effect.

"I see, I still have a question, those disciples don't eat meat, how can they replenish their qi and blood and the consumption of martial arts?"

Hearing this, the monk did not immediately answer Lin Hu's words, but turned his head to look, and suddenly pointed to a disciple walking towards him not far from the right.

"Master Lin, what do you think of that person?"

After taking a closer look, Lin Hu said again: "Hmm, is there anything unusual about this disciple?"

"Ahem, the poor monk is not talking about people, but what he is eating in his hands. ”

Isn't it just a turnip?

"Wait, master, you, don't tell me that the radish in that disciple's hand is actually ginseng?"

He clasped his hands together and didn't answer, but the expression on his face said it all.

This time Lin Hu was really dumbfounded, how rich these monks are, the mountain ginseng that is more than 100 years old is actually eaten as a radish for his disciples, and he is still curious about the nutritional problems of other disciples, so he really came over and slapped his face.

"This, although the Southern Wilderness is a little remote, but it is full of spiritual energy, and all kinds of resources are also sufficient, and all kinds of medicinal materials that are more precious in Dali will be like weeds all over the mountains, so, so ......"

Well, Lin Hu really felt that he had to go out for a walk, otherwise, he would really be able to live in his imagination forever.

Next, neither of them spoke, and they didn't know how many courtyards they had passed through, and finally, what appeared in front of the two of them was a Buddhist hall that looked extremely magnificent.

"Amitabha, Master Lin, we meet again. ”

As soon as you step into the main hall, there are more than a dozen monks sitting on the futon, headed by the head of the Buddhist family, and also the host of Xiangyun Temple, Master Liugen.

"The student has seen the master!" Lin Hu also bowed respectfully.

"I heard that you came to bring a Buddha vessel this time, a mutton fat jade bottle, I don't know?"

"Oh, the Buddha artifact is right here for me, Master, please see!"

I only saw that as soon as Lin Hu held his hand, a jade bottle with a white body and seemed to have no flaws was established in the palm of his hand.

When the jade net bottle appeared, an incomparably fresh breath immediately emanated, and everyone present only felt a shock in their spirits, and they all looked at the mutton fat jade net bottle in Lin Hu's hand in disbelief.

"This ......"

At this time, the masters on the futons around them couldn't sit still, and they all jumped up from the ground one by one and surrounded Lin Hu.

"Wait!"

"With such an act, can there still be a trace of the heart of a monk?"

As the host, the six roots spoke, and the masters immediately sat back with their heads bowed like frosted persimmon trees.

However, after reprimanding those monks, the six root presiding officers didn't know what tricks they had used, and suddenly appeared in front of Lin Hu.

"This ...... How could this jade bottle be filled with such a strong breath of life?" Liugen's eyes widened, his eyes full of incredulity.

Immediately after, as if he had thought of something, he took the mutton fat jade net bottle from Lin Hu's hand, and immediately turned around and walked to a monk with a scar on his face.

This monk is the outlier of the Buddhist family, don't kill, Lin Hu watched all this quietly, only to see six jade bottles in his hands slightly tilted, and a drop of crystal water dripping from the mouth of the bottle.

Tick!

The water droplets hit the top of the head of the unkilled, and then, completely integrated into the top of his head.

A peculiar scene appeared, only to see that the original smooth and shiny big bald head actually released a shining treasure light, just like the bright moon at night, bright, cold, peerless, and lonely.

After looking at it for a long time, Lin Hu had a strange thought in his heart: This bald head, I can play for a year! (To be continued...... ）