Hungry.

It was as if there was a fire burning in the stomach.

Hye-jin hugged the quilt, her body curled up, and her mouth was tightly pursed.

The senior brothers beside him snored and slept soundly.

The heads with ring scars are very round, like steamed steamed buns.

Hui Zhen was hungry and secretly regretted it in her heart.

I shouldn't have tried to save face and refuse the bun that my senior brother smuggled back.

Because he said the wrong thing in the morning class, the master in charge of the precepts punished him for a day's food, and Hui Zhen has not eaten a grain of rice until now.

Mingde Temple has strict rules, even if you are not allowed to eat, you can not fall behind in the daily meditation and carrying water, chopping wood and planting vegetables.

After a long day of tossing, Hye-jin was already hungry with her chest pressed against her back.

He regretted in his heart, why couldn't he think about it, and ran to Mingde Temple to get out of this house.

"In the past, when I was at home, Young Master Ben was also clothed and fed, and when he had a morning tea, he had to be served by a good number of maids and grandmothers."

Hui Zhen complained from the bottom of her heart:

"Cultivate the Buddha, cultivate the Buddha, cultivate the Buddha! I have been here for half a month, I have not seen supernatural powers, nor have I learned the Dharma, I only recite a few meditation scriptures, drink porridge and eat vegetarian every day, and the birds will fade out of my mouth! ”

He was born in the ordinary world, and was the son of a wealthy merchant in the Jiangnan area of the Donghua Kingdom.

Because he longed for the immortals in the book who relied on the wind and cut off the mountains and rivers, he clamored to practice.

As the only son in the family, Huizhen is loved a lot on weekdays.

His parents couldn't resist him, so they had to send him to the nearest Mingde Temple.

It is said that a long time ago, when Myeongtokuji Temple was prosperous, there was a foundation building overhaul, and although it is now in decline, there are some methods of cultivation in the temple.

Hui Zhen was very dissatisfied with the matter of sending himself to be a monk.

After all, the monks have ring scars on their heads and are dressed in gray clothes, which is too ordinary and rude, how can there be the chic immortals with flying swords in the book?

What's more, Huizhen also heard that when people go to the temple to collect dung, it is also a burden, and the monk's dung is heavier than that of normal people.

This kind of thing is really scary.

But Hui Zhen eventually came to Mingdeok Temple.

There are two reasons for this.

First, Buddhism is prevalent in Donghua, and he has nowhere else to go except to practice Buddhism.

The second is that Hui Zhen has read from the book that in the scripture pavilion of the declining sect, the books that are placed in the corner to eat ashes have a mezzanine inside.

In these mezzanines, there are often precious secret methods and practice scriptures, and after obtaining them, they can soar to the sky.

The constraints of reality and the expectations in my heart made Huizhen come to Mingde Temple.

Hui Zhen's father knows his son's mentality well.

He sent Hui Zhen here because he also had the idea of disciplining and disciplining this rebel, so that the latter could teach him a lesson.

Huizhen's father had already communicated with the presiding officer of the temple, and he wanted this unsuccessful son to suffer some hardships on the mountain first, and then he would understand how beautiful the world of flowers and flowers outside was.

Hui Zhen really misses her life at home now.

Imagining the delicacies of the mountains and seas that I have eaten before, the hunger in my stomach is even worse.

He has been pampered since he was a child, where did he suffer such grievances?

"Wait for tomorrow, tomorrow morning, I'll go down the mountain as soon as the morning dawns......"

Hye-jin gritted her teeth.

He planned in his heart that when he returned, he would first eat and drink heavily to compensate for the suffering he had suffered in the past few days.

Then put up a reward and find the real immortal cultivator.

Monk or something, whoever loves to be who!

Although the monk's room is spacious, there are many novices who sleep here, and the rows of bunks are very crowded.

Hui Zhen could smell the sour smell of sweat from the quilt beside him.

"If I am planning to go down the mountain, why should I endure the precepts of this monastery?"

He thought to himself:

"In the room in the temple, I think there should be some food left, although it is some coarse grains and vegetarian dishes, but it can also help me survive tonight."

With this thought, Hui Zhen couldn't control it, her stomach rumbled, and she couldn't bear it even if she wanted to.

He crept up on the bed, avoided the sleeping brothers, put on the monk's clothes and shoes, gently pushed open the door, and slipped out.

The moon is as cool as water, sprinkled on the ground.

By the moonlight, Hui Zhen walked in the direction of the room.

He was not worried about his whereabouts being discovered, and when he came to Mingde Temple for half a month, Huizhen was already clear about the work and rest of the monks in the temple.

At this time, just after the end of the day, the master and brothers were all asleep, and the room was unattended.

It took two teas to come to the door of the room.

In order to prevent food thieves from entering, the door was locked, but this was not difficult for Hui Zhen.

A few days ago, he noticed that because of the disrepair, the door of the house had been loosened.

It didn't take much effort to break it off.

"Before going down the mountain tomorrow, ask the masters to admit their mistake and ask my father to donate a new room to the temple."

Hui Zhen's family is not short of money, open a lock, and then lose a new house, I think the masters will not blame.

He reached out and grabbed the door chain, and with a hard pull, most of the door was torn off.

Hui Zhen tugged again, making a big noise, and the door lock fell off.

With a click, the door of the room opened.

What appeared in front of him was a dark room, with no fingers visible, as if a fierce beast had chosen to devour.

Hui's heart was tight, and he felt a little guilty of being a thief.

He stood near the doorway, touched the flint from the stove, and removed the oil lamp that hung in the doorway.

The oil lamp was lit, and although the light was faint, it allowed him to see the light inside.

Hui Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, held the oil lamp, and walked in.

As the kitchen house of Ming'an Temple, the space here is actually very large, with a total of three large rooms inside and outside.

The outermost room is for cooking, with a row of stoves and open windows for ventilation.

And what Hui Zhen was looking for, where to put dry food, was the second kitchen house.

Hye-jin looked at the oil lamp in her hand.

Mingde Temple does not make a fire at night to make rice, and oil lamps are not used much.

As a result, few people pay attention to how much oil is left in the lamp, and naturally few people can think of adding new fuel to the lamp.

The light was not very bright, and he took a look and saw that there was not much oil left, and he needed to act quickly.

The surroundings were quiet, and Hui Zhen could hear the sound of his own pounding heartbeat.

Lifting the curtain that separated the room, he went to the inner room, and after a few glances, he saw a basket on the table, covered with a pot lid.

Hui Zhen walked over quickly, took the lid off the pot, and there were a few coarse grain buns in the basket, which were not small.

He was so hungry that he didn't hesitate to pick up a bun and take a bite.

Although the buns in the basket have been put cold and hard, Hui Zhen feels extremely delicious.

After eating the bun, Hye-jin ran to the other end of the room and scooped a scoop of water from the water tank.

It was at this moment that he inadvertently glanced at the back room, the place that had been used as a utility room.

Looking through the door curtain, a large vat can be faintly seen.

This large vat is more than one person high, the whole body is dark black, the shape is heavy, and there are some vague patterns engraved on it.

Hui Zhen put down the water scoop in his hand.

In his impression, the vat was sent in from the outside.

The monks who came to deliver the jar claimed to be from Tianchong Temple.

This name is consistent with the true Buddha [Tianchong Buddha] that all the people in the whole country of Donghua believe in.

Huizhen was born in a mundane world, and he didn't know anything about the cultivation world, nor did he know the origin of Tianchong Temple.

But after seeing the monk from Tianchong Temple, the oldest and most knowledgeable presiding officer in the temple became excited.

It was as if I had seen the protector of the True Buddha.

Especially after the messenger brought in a carriage and showed the vats inside the carriage to the host.

Hui Zhen has just started and does not understand the meaning of Buddhism, nor does he know the relationship between various Buddhist temples.

But because he was born in a merchant family, he is very good at observing words and feelings.

Hui Zhen noticed that both hands were shaking when the host was looking at the big vat.

The vat was very heavy, and the warrior monks in the temple were all on it, but they were unable to move it down.

Later, the host drove everyone away, and I don't know what method was used to transport the vat to the room.

A senior brother who knows the matter has revealed that the ingredients sent by Tianchong Temple are placed in this big vat for Mingde Temple to prepare vegetarian food.

Hui Zhen is no stranger to things like "vegetarian food".

Every time the true Buddha is born, Donghua will hold a celebration, and large and small temples will hold a vegetarian banquet and provide it to the people for free.

"What kind of ingredients are in this, and you need to use such a big vat to hold it?"

Hui Zhen thought about it for a while, and had a guess in his heart:

"Could it be a jar of pickles?"

Hui Zhen looked at the half of the dried bun in his hand.

Look at the vat in the house.

It is said that foreign monks can chant scriptures, and the pickles sent by foreign monks are not different from local ones?

The pickles that can be placed on the vegetarian feast and offered to the true Buddha must have something unique, right?

"Just eat some pickles, and leave some money for them before leaving, and if it's delicious, I'll buy some and bring it back to my father to taste."

Thinking so, Hui Zhen took a shovel from the stove and walked to the back room.

The pitch-black vat was taller than his size, and as a last resort, Hui Zhen climbed onto the desk on the side.

These desks are used for stacking sundries, and they are not easy to settle on.

The vat was originally tied with a rope, but now the rope has been untied and a wooden lid is placed on it, tightly.

Hui Zhen then remembered that in three days, the Buddha's birthday would come.

"The pickles in this vat have already been eaten."

Hui Zhen knows it.

However, he didn't see the shadow of pickles on the table, thinking that the master and senior brother in charge of the room secretly ate it, because he was afraid of being discovered by the host, so he didn't dare to make a big fanfare.

He set aside the oil lamp and opened the wooden lid on the large black vat.

The wooden cover was a little heavy, and Hui Zhen used some strength.

Then he picked up the oil lamp, which was not very bright, and shone it into the jar—

Wow, a black and slimy jar, it's really black pickles.

But......

This black pickle seemed to be a little different from what he had ever seen.

Hye Jin took the shovel, bent down, and put the shovel into the tank.

A strange feeling came along the shovel handle, and Hui Zhen let out a soft "huh".

He felt as if he were scooping a pot of aspic, as if he were sticking a shovel into winter lard.

The meat jellie was crushed, the lard was thick, and the contents of the vat were sticking together, and it was very laborious for Hye-jin to stir it.

Hui was puzzled in his heart, he had never seen this kind of "pickle", he pulled out the shovel with all his might, and saw that there were black marks left on it.

The oil lamp was dim and he couldn't see clearly, so Hye-jin lifted the shovel and leaned forward.

The desk is full of clutter, and the foothold is narrow.

Hui Zhen was careless, lost his balance, and the whole person was planted in the tank.

The skin came into contact with the black slimy stuff, and the feeling of stickiness and softness came, slippery and sticky.

Hye-jin struggled, but the contents of the vat squirmed like a living creature and burrowed into his mouth and nose.

"Help, help...... Save ......"

Hui Zhen struggled to call for help, but was dragged into the tank by Shengsheng, his body was gradually submerged, and the sound of help became a narrow sound of "ho ho", like a broken bellows, hoarse and exhausted.

In the room, the oil lamp that fell to the floor flickered on and off, and finally went out completely.

………………

Inside the Flying Treasure.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu sat opposite each other and drank tea.

It had been several days since the two of them left the Demon Emperor Secret Realm.

The bloodline in Gu Yuan's body was extracted and merged into his sister's body.

The prohibition laid by the Demon Emperor couldn't stop Lu Xuan, and the nine veins of the ancient glass were one, becoming the real [Emperor].

In this process, Lu Xuan also checked the condition of Gu Li's body.

The nine bloodlines on her body are extremely unique, according to the discussion of the sisters and brothers, the mothers of the nine of them are all from the famous bloodline powerhouses at that time.

Gu Yuan's mother clan was the strongest, so it became the main vein, and the Demon Emperor's own bloodline played a role like a "glue".

This feeling is a bit like the emperor's harem competing for favor.

If there is no queen, the rest of the concubines will feel that they have a chance, and they will fight for the position of the mother of the country.

When there is an empress, the struggle is placed in the dark, but the emperor must mediate and maintain balance.

However, after these nine bloodlines are balanced, they seem to be unified, but in fact they are still different from each other.

With Lu Xuan's knowledge of the way of bloodlines, although the nine bloodlines were very strong after being superimposed, there was still something missing from the key.

The Gu Li sisters and brothers told Lu Xuan about the deeds of the demon emperor.

Lu Xuan felt that the goal of the Demon Emperor at that time should be to completely fuse the bloodlines in the bodies of the nine princes and princesses to achieve some kind of qualitative change, but unfortunately it was not successful.

This made him think about what was the reason for the great change in the temperament of the demon emperor in his later years.

Subsequently, Gu Li used his own bloodline as a guide to open the imperial city shrouded by the secret realm of the Demon Emperor.

Everyone saw a sleeping Ancient Demon Immortal Army, and also saw the coffin of the Ancient Demon Emperor's Son of Heaven.

For what the Demon Emperor left to future generations, Lu Xuan naturally didn't take anything.

However, the "Ancient Emperor Sutra" in the tomb and the Demon Emperor's research codex on the way of bloodline were copied by Lu Xuan.

In addition, in the imperial city, there is a Zhuyan Immortal Flower, which was also picked by Gu Li and given to Cheng Lingzhu.

"I buried an undercover agent in the Immortal Tomb Organization and killed the demon Dao giant who had been absconding for a long time, and the relationship between Dao Yanzong and the Heavenly Demon Sect broke the ice, and dealt with the ...... of the ancient demon clan who were not very polite."

Lu Xuan was very satisfied with what he had done during this time.

The death of the Blood Sea Ancestor shocked the Immortal Tomb Organization, and in a short period of time, they didn't dare to take any more action.

If the Immortal Tomb Organization had any other plans, Nangong Xuan would report it to him.

And killing Gu Yuan, the great prince of the Demon Emperor, is to nip the danger in the bud.

Gu Yuan's psychology is twisted and perverted, if he controls the immortal army in the Imperial City, it is easy to cause disaster.

As for the establishment of diplomatic relations between Dao Yanzong and the Heavenly Demon Sect, Lu Xuan didn't care, just leave it to Qingyangzi.

After doing so many great things.

Lu Xuan decided to give himself a vacation.

Tianchong Temple is a great sect of Buddhism, and everyone in the territory is still Buddha.

It should be a quiet and peaceful place.

"The vegetarian food of Tianchong Temple is very famous in the entire cultivation world."

In the treasure, Lu Xuan poured the tea:

"Even the Immortal Chef Sect once sent elders to Tianchong Temple to learn how to cook vegetarian food, and every Buddha's birthday, many monks would come here."

"Hmm...... Have you eaten it before? ”

Cheng Lingzhu held his cheeks, looked at him, and blinked his eyes.

Because it was in the treasure and there were no outsiders present, Cheng Lingzhu was dressed very casually.

A loose middle coat with a few buttons haphazardly, long hair shawl, and a lazy temperament.

"Not really."

Lu Xuan picked up the teacup and took a sip:

"Compared with the surrounding sects, Tianchong Temple appeared very late, Tianchong Buddha rose more than 7,000 years ago, and sat down 2,000 years ago...... can be regarded as my junior. ”

"As for the reason for not going to eat......"

Lu Xuan stretched out his hand and reached into Cheng Lingzhu's chest......

Help her button up.

"I haven't been on the mountain for hundreds of years, and I don't want to go there without anyone to accompany me."

Looking at the neat buttons, Lu Xuan nodded with satisfaction.

For him.

The tomb can be robbed alone, but the meal is best eaten with someone.

"What's more."

Lu Xuan paused, and said:

"The monks and nuns in the temple are used to fooling people, I went to the temple alone to eat vegetarian fasting, and the other party saw that I was handsome...... They may come up with crooked tricks to trick me into becoming a monk. ”

"I'm not ashamed."

Hearing him say this, Cheng Lingzhu snorted lightly.

She straightened her chest.

The middle coat is loose, but Cheng Lingzhu's figure is very good.

When all the buttons were fastened, the originally loose front placket was also tightened.

"Am I not telling the truth?"

Lu Xuan asked very suspiciously.

Cheng Lingzhu stared at his face for a while, and then thought for a while:

"Well, it's the truth."

She stretched out her hand and held Lu Xuan's face:

"If it weren't for your good looks, I wouldn't have fallen into your trap so quickly."

Lu Xuanyi is stern:

"What trap? We don't understand very well, I remember that at the beginning, we were dedicated to the Tao, and our hearts were pure and immaculate. ”

Cheng Lingzhu looked at him and blinked:

"You want to say, I saw it?"

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment:

"You can't say no, can you?"

"Who confessed to whom first?"

"I'm not...... To take care of you? If I don't take the initiative in your original character, you will have to be single for the rest of your life. ”

"That's why you're rushing at your master?"

"I'm happy to be addicted to women!"

"Well, you admit it."

The corners of Cheng Lingzhu's mouth curled slightly, "Hmm...... Me too. ”

She held Lu Xuan's cheek and kissed it hard.

"Like" this kind of thing, there is no difference between who comes first and who comes last.

As for the question of whether to indulge or not......

Of course, she is obsessed with Lu Xuan's male sex.

My husband's body, who am I not greedy for?

Cheng Lingzhu is right.

(End of chapter)