After walking for two minutes, Fang Haoze stopped at the door of a butcher shop. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the world of Daxin, although the status of butchers is not high, most of them are wealthy. So in the smoke and rain gallery, the butcher shop is a big store.

The Zheng butcher shop in front of him only occupies one storefront, but the people who come and go are all silk and satin, obviously the stewards of rich families or some middle-class families.

Fang Haoze pressed the small hat on his head, for fear that his bald head would be discovered. He quickly walked into the shop and shouted to a small guy: "Please come with a pound of refined pork paste." ”

Although some high-level officials of Qingfu Temple are corrupt, the precepts are very strict. The original owner of this body has not been touched with meat since he entered the temple.

"Good...... Chenghui 13 articles. The little guy was dressed in a lake blue coat and replied very competently.

In an era of low productivity, meat and food were very expensive. At this time, you can buy two buns for a penny. But in Zheng's butcher shop, pork, lard, etc. are more than ten yuan a catty.

As for the better mutton, it starts at 20 yuan a catty. Beef is more precious and often out of stock, and only cattle that are too old in the countryside to work can be slaughtered. In the agricultural era, cattle were the main laborers and were protected by the law, and it was a great sin to kill cattle at will.

At this time, Fang Haoze took out the 50 coins bribed by Steward Zhao, counted 13 and handed them to the little servant.

It is precisely because of these 50 texts that Fang Haoze can come to buy meat with confidence, and his original plan was to be a thief and steal a little meat meat to bring back to the temple.

Although this original body has not tasted meat for two years, he is actually very eager for meat, but Fang Haoze is not like this, he has to sneak into the town to buy a little meat to taste.

He bought pork, but this time it was not for self-consumption, but the most important means to deal with Ganyou.

The officials in the rankings do not know that people who have not touched meat for many years, especially those who have not eaten meat for several years, will be very sensitive to meat.

Even if the taste is delicious, once you eat it, within a moment or three, the stomach will be turned upside down, and diarrhea is certain.

This common sense is known to most monks. Therefore, those who keep the vows take the initiative to stay away from meat, and they don't even get too much meat oil.

And Fang Haoze came out quietly, mainly to get a little meat to return to the temple, turn it into "poison", and concoct a canon.

"This guest officer, here comes your lard. While thinking about it, the little man in the lake blue short coat handed over a clay pot.

Seeing that Fang Haoze was empty-handed, he spoke again: "Didn't the guest officer bring a container? Then this clay pot will cost two more coins." ”

This clay pot is not small, but it is not big, and it can be held with both hands. Inside is a jar of white pork, frozen into a paste, with a fragrant aroma.

This is all natural, and the flavor of the lard refined from pigs raised in the Overworld is not known to be much higher. Smelling the aroma of lard, his body that had not been stained with meat in the past few years had a reaction, and Fang Haoze only felt saliva and secreted it automatically.

Inevitably discovered, Fang Haoze hurriedly counted two more coins, took the clay pot while throwing the money into the other party's hands, and left the butcher shop as if fleeing.

Tightly hiding the clay pot in his arms, and pressing the reaction of his body, Fang Haoze looked at the sky from afar. In the west, the sunset was almost setting, and Shen Shi was about to pass, so he unconsciously took a step under his feet and rushed to the Qingfu Temple.

This trip out of the mountain and saw the world of flowers in Furong Town, which made Fang Haoze yearn for a lot. made his idea of escaping from Qingfu Temple even more firm.

This is also certain, if you change any person from the main world, you will throw it into a temple of pure suffering, you can't get meat, and you have to be busy with all kinds of work every day. Not to mention holding on for a few years, just a few days, even if it is amazing.

Thinking of this, Fang Haoze couldn't help but hug the clay pot of lard in his arms even more. This can of treasure is the key to its own layout, and it is the east wind after everything is ready.

Hurry up, before the end of Shen Shi, Fang Haoze still rushed to the temple.

After passing the mountain gate, Fang Haoze arrived at Yunshui Hall first, and entered the hall in three or two steps.

I saw that Master Liao Yuan Mingqing was still sitting upright and chanting the scriptures, and this time he changed the "Myoho-renge-kyo Guanyin Bodhisattva Pumen Pin", and obviously he didn't move his position for most of the day.

Fang Haoze couldn't help but look up at this middle-aged monk, and his impression of Qingfu Temple changed slightly.

Since there are still such ascetic monks in the temple, the corruption and bribery of the high-level leaders of Qingfu Temple may not be as understood by this original body, and there should also be righteousness.

Master Mingqing was chanting to the end at this time, and was doing a dedication, Fang Haoze knew that it was inconvenient to disturb at this time, so he stood aside. Listening to Master Mingqing's recitation, "May this merit be made." Pure Land of Solemn Buddha. Report the fourfold grace. The three ways of the next Ji are hard. If there is anyone who has seen or heard. Attain bodhichitta. That's it. Born in Elysium. ”

When reciting sutras, the dedication verse is very useful, and the practitioner must recite the dedication verse again after reciting the sutra and reciting the Buddha. "Dedication" has the meaning of convergence and tendency, that is, to gather the merits of reciting the Buddha and chanting sutras into one purpose.

At this time, Fang Haoze felt that around Master Mingqing's body, there was a convergence of energy that was invisible to mortals, and it suddenly disappeared. At that moment, Fang Haoze had a trace of understanding in his heart, the direction of this dedication was actually not in his own world.

After Master Mingqing finished reading, he looked at Fang Haoze, this mage himself did not have extraordinary power, and he didn't know anything about the extraordinary induction he had caused, so he just asked, "But after the matter is done, come back to file it?"

Fang Haoze hid the jar of lard tightly in his arms, and said with a little humility: "Please also ask Liao Yuan to record." ”

"As it should be. Master Mingqing nodded, and once again took out the book signed by Fang Haoze from the bookcase behind him, and took a pen to tick his name, which means that the formalities of leaving the temple and returning to the temple this time have been completed. Only then did he reply to Fang Haoze and said, "It's already done, you can go back to the dormitory." ”

"Thank you Liao Yuan. Fang Haoze bowed his head and respectfully made a Buddha salute. Fang Haoze admires real ascetic monks very much, so he is very sincere at this moment.

When the Buddha ceremony was finished, he took a step back and turned around and went to the large bunk room on the left side of the mountain gate hall, where the little novices lived.

Master Mingqing was still standing, looking at Fang Haoze's back, and when he was far away, he suddenly said to himself: "Gan You is a person with a bad heart, I didn't expect that this little novice under his command is actually sincere to the Buddha." ”

This fifty-year-old monk, although he did not have extraordinary strength in his body, he could feel the sincerity of Fang Haoze's salute, so he sighed with emotion.

Fang Haoze, who had already moved away, naturally didn't hear these words. He loosened the lard jar a bit, thinking all the way about how to hide it.

When I arrived at the room of the Odori shop, I didn't think of a proper location, so I had to take out the hat I took off when I entered the temple, cover the clay pot, hold it with one hand, and enter the room.

Most of the novices were in bed, not yet completely dark, and they were all gossiping in twos and threes. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Fang Haoze quickly lifted the mat in the corner of the bed and stuffed the clay pot into it.