Hearing Ye Ziying's point, all the monks turned their heads to look. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

found that the comer came with Mo Nian Zen Master this time, the monk of Dabao Xiangguo Temple, Mo Xin Zen Master, is said to be the same disciple of Mo Nian Zen Master. This time, a total of four monks came from Dabao Xiangguo Temple, Mo Nian, Mo Xin, Qingjing, and Qingxuan.

Everyone recalled, and it was true that no one had seen what he was doing just now.

"I was sent by Senior Brother Mo Nian to come and see what happened?" said the meat-eating monk, his face calm and calm.

"What are you pretending, you were stewing dog meat just now!" Ye Ziying suddenly became unpolite, thinking that you still dare to come, see that I don't tear your disguised face.

Everyone looked at the meat-eating monk, but no one in his heart believed that he would eat meat, Mo Xin Zen Master was very kind, since he came to Luoying City, he has been constantly praying for all kinds of dead creatures, even stepping on a grasshopper, but also chanting the Sutra of the Past for a long time, all the monks were moved by his compassion and kind words and deeds, and sighed more than once that they were separated from him.

How could it be him who eats dog meat?

"Zen Master Moxin, this thief broke into Mida Temple at night, I am afraid that he has some ulterior motives, and he is afraid of being dealt with by us, so he is untrustworthy, don't take it to heart. The eight-foot monk was afraid that Zen Master Mo Xin would be angry, so he hurriedly dissipated his anger first.

"Amitabha, sin, sin!" the meat-eating monk pronounced a Buddha call first. Then he said: "I have been stewing medicine in the temple, how can I ever eat dog meat, alas, as you said, another creature has been ruined, what a sin." As he spoke, he began to recite the Sutra of the Past Lives again......

As soon as the monks heard him chant the scriptures again, you look at me, I look at you.

It's really a prayer to recite without saying a word......

"Amitabha, Zen Master Moxin is really compassionate!" said the majestic old monk with emotion.

As soon as he said this, everyone sighed, and then followed the recitation of the Sutra of the Past Life.

"Don't be pretty, why didn't you talk about it when you ate meat just now?" Ye Ziying looked at the meat-eating monk with a compassionate expression at this time, and said angrily, she had never seen such a brazen person!

"Bold fanatic!" a monk couldn't listen to it, and was about to do it.

"Wait!" Zen Master Mo Xin of the Mindfulness Sutra spoke, and then said, "I must have mistaken my stewed medicine for stewed dog meat." Come with me, and you'll see. ”

Everyone followed Master Mo Xin to a small firewood room, and found that there was indeed medicine stewed in it, and judging from the stew, it had been at least four or five hours.

"This, this is ...... What kind of medicine, how can there be a meditation bead?!"

The majestic old monk took the lead in discovering the focus, the meditation bead is a kind of Buddhist magic weapon, walnut size, purple and black flood, can be used repeatedly, put the meditation bead when boiling the pill, can make the pill with the Buddha's light, can not help but improve the efficacy, but also to the Buddhist practice is extremely helpful.

"This is what Senior Brother Mo Nian instructed me to boil for everyone, and after cooking, I will distribute it to the monks, which is a little gift we brought from the Great Treasure Xiangguo Temple. Zen Master Mo Xin said in a calm voice.

As soon as he said this, the surrounding monks were suddenly amazed and grateful, you must know that these temples and jungles in Luoying City, in the Buddhist practice world, are only remote mountainous areas, far from the heyday of Buddhism, and they can't see any Buddhist magic weapons and pills at all, and they don't know what to say for a while, and finally they can only collectively proclaim a Buddha name.

As for the dog meat, I completely left it behind.

"This thief insults the Buddhist monks, and he should be severely punished!" The eight-foot monk glared at Ye Ziying, and the surrounding monks also opened their mouths to reprimand, completely ignoring what Ye Ziying swore again.

"You, you bald monks, come together to bully me!" Ye Ziying gritted her teeth angrily, and drew her sword in anger.

When the monks saw that what she pulled out was an enchanted magic sword, their faces suddenly changed, and they jumped back one after another, concentrating on vigilance.

"That's it, that's it. Zen Master Mo Xin waved his hand and said to Ye Ziying: "You go, this time, the poor monk doesn't care, you break into the pure land of Buddhism at night, and the poor monk doesn't care, Hugh wants to make trouble and see the blood, insulting the Buddhism." ”

Seeing that Zen Master Moxin was so magnanimous, everyone sighed.

Ye Ziying snorted, knowing that she would not take advantage of herself here, so she picked up her sword and walked away quickly, jumped up the wall, and ran out.

But she is not an easy person to give up, and waited outside for an hour, and when the time came, when the monks relaxed their vigilance, she turned back again and killed a horse pistol.

She must see Mo Nian, of course, it is the real Mo Nian in her heart, not the thief monk who eats meat.

All the way straight to the attic where the monks rested, for fear of being discovered again, she could only pick a remote and hidden place that ordinary people do not go, but as soon as she reached the halfway point, her nameless fire burst out, because she saw the thief monk who ate meat in a corner.

And this time, the thief monk not only ate meat, but also crossed Erlang's legs and served green onions.

This is like the same as the kind Zen Master Mo Xin just now.

The meat-eating monk also saw her at the same time, and only smiled and waved his hand, which was regarded as a greeting, but he didn't speak.

Ye Ziying rushed over angrily, and a sword was pressed against the thief monk's head.

"I said donor, why are you coming back again!" the meat-eating monk casually sandwiched a piece of meat.

"You thief monk, I don't want to say another word to you, tell me where Mo Nian is, otherwise, or else...... I'll smash your meat pot and let you pretend again!" Ye Ziying said angrily.

"Alas, donor, you and I have no grudges or hatreds, why are you so angry, you don't even let the monk eat meat. The meat-eating monk shook his head, and then asked curiously, "What are you looking for him?"

"I'm going to compete with him, the Buddha is powerful or the Taoist is powerful, your Buddhism is about to bully us. Ye Ziying said.

The meat-eating monk chewed the meat, and a mouthful of meat almost didn't squirt out.

"Didn't I say it, it's a problem?" he couldn't help laughing, "It's like if I trample an ant to death, you have to fight to the death with me on behalf of the entire ant clan, more compassionate than our monks, and worrying about the sky." ”

Ye Ziying heard that this was mocking her, and as soon as the sword blade turned, she was about to split the pot.

"Don't don't, don't!" The monk reacted very quickly, turned his head, pressed his head against the sword, protected the pot, and hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, okay, the poor monk will satisfy you tonight!"