Chapter 12 Wine and Meat Passed Through the Intestines, and the Buddha Stayed in His Heart (II)

The monk laughed, showed a hearty smile, stepped forward in two or three steps, sat cross-legged on the ground, and really picked up the wine and meat on the ground, and feasted on it.

He looked compassionate, obviously a monk, eating meat and drinking wine, but he did not hesitate, as if he was doing a most ordinary little thing, peaceful, calm, comfortable, and leisurely.

Such a scene shocked the group of people, who were stunned and thought they were dazzled. A group of people looked at each other, all silent, unable to say a word again.

Such a change made the flesh and blood slaughter feel helpless, and the color on his face was even more exciting. After a while, Flesh Tu opened his mouth and clenched his fists to apologize: "Master, I don't know the severity of the matter, how much I have offended!"

Then, without the slightest hesitation, Flesh Tu turned around and ordered his subordinates: "Let's go!"

"But ......"

"Let's go!"

Word for word, the words of flesh and blood slaughter can no longer be questioned, striding meteor, with that group of people, quickly left this place, and never looked back.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart. If all the people of the world learn from me, they will all enter the devil's way together. ”

When the group left the ancient temple, there was such a sound from the temple, which was chanted by the monks, like the Buddha's chanting, echoing throughout the Bailu Peak, humming.

After the group left, the monk's movements did not stop, as if they were eating an ordinary fast, drank all the wine, finished the meat, and then pursed their lips and wiped off the greasy.

After eating the wine and meat, the monk did not turn around, sat cross-legged on the ground, faced the temple door, and said loudly: "Amitabha! Those people have already left, and a few donors can come out." ”

Hearing this, Han Xuming and Le Kang glanced at each other, but they didn't say anything, they had already made a decision. Han Xuanming picked up Liu Yiyi, and the two walked out from behind the Buddha statue together.

Walking up to the monk, Le Kang gave a salute and thanked: "Thank you for the master's life-saving grace, I don't know, what should the master be called?"

"Amitabha! "I don't dare to talk about any life-saving graces, these are all things that a poor monk should do." ”

"You're a literal person!"

Hearing Guo's words, Han Xuanming and Le Kang were both shocked. This monk turned out to be a character generation, he was in Bailu Peak, presumably it had something to do with it.

For Han Xuanming's words, Liguo didn't feel anything wrong, just frowned, and whispered to himself: "It seems that he did it after finishing his senior brother!"

Immediately, Guo Chong Han Xuanming asked, "Donor, dare to ask what you said before, how do you know about what Senior Brother has done?"

Han Xuanming didn't answer, but asked, "Why does the master ask about this?"

"Nothing, nothing. After saying casually, he stopped talking, just smiled and looked kind.

At this time, Lekang asked Guo: "Master Guo, I have something unclear and want to ask." ”

"Donor, please. ”

"Although the master said earlier to save our lives, Buddhist practitioners shouldn't lie and deceive people, right?" asked Le Kang.

Liguo replied: "The poor monk is not talking nonsense, every sentence is true. Although the poor monk knew that there were people in this temple, it was true that he had never seen anyone come in. As for the footprints at the door, there are indeed some of them, which were left by the poor monks. ”

"When can the monks eat meat?" asked Lekang again.

He replied, "Those who practice should abstain from eating meat and meat, which is a great sin. Ordinary monks, holding the word precepts, need to keep in mind at all times, not to overstep, let alone to think of exceeding. ”

"In that case, why does the Master eat meat?" asked Lekang again.

Liguo laughed and replied, "The poor monk has said that ordinary monks are not allowed to eat meat. ”

As he spoke, Liguo spread out his palms and asked Le Kang, "Donor, look, what is this?"

"What is it?" Lekang asked, poking his head out and looking forward, only to see an empty palm, and nothing else.

"Donor, look at it again, what is this?" As he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of his palm, and saw a meatball appear in his palm, rolling "Gululu".

"A meatball?" Le Kang was puzzled and glanced at Han Xuanming.

"Donor look again. ”

As he said this, a soft light flowed on the palm of the fruit's hand, and the divine aura was pervasive, like ripples of water, spreading and spreading to the entire hall.

Suddenly, Han Xuanming and Le Kang felt as warm as bathing in a spring breeze.

The qi of life is circulating, undulating in all directions.

In the fruit's hand, the meatball actually changed and began to grow. A stream of life force flowed, gradually injected into the meatball, the meatball grew and changed, and eventually, it turned into a pigeon and flew into the distance.

Looking at the living creature that flew away, the two people were petrified, and when they looked at each other, they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes. The eyes of the two of them were like bells, and their mouths were so big that they could swallow a fist directly.

It's like a dream.

Le Kang whispered: "It is rumored that there are wine and meat monks in the world, who eat wine and meat, but they are all saints with great magical powers, and at a certain time, for the Pudu people, they can eat meat." There are even divine monks, and after eating meat, they can spit out living creatures. ”

"The holy monk who can eat meat, today, in front of him, has opened his eyes and seen it. Lekang was amazed.

"It turns out that it is not a monk who can eat meat, but a saint!" Han Xuanming said.

"What a miracle!" the two sighed together.

He got up, stepped forward, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! Monks, do not eat meat, but the precept, the so-called 'wine and meat through the intestines, the Buddha left in his heart' is just a joke, if anyone dares to act like this, they will fall into hell." ”

"Only when it is to relieve the suffering of sentient beings, can we have no choice but to eat meat. Fruit explained.

When Han Xuanming saw that the fruit was so powerful, he immediately requested: "The master is a monk, saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, save Yiyi's life!"

"Well said. ”

Liguo nodded, walked up to Liu Yiyi, and after a careful inspection, he couldn't help but shake his head for a while, his eyebrows were gloomy, containing bitterness, and he sighed several times in succession.

Liu Yiyi was lying on the ground, her face was as white as paper, and there was no trace of blood. The placket of the shirt was stained with blood, and although the blood had long stopped, if you looked closely, you could find that there was a trace of black mist diffusing from it.

It was an incomparably evil aura, terrifying, chilling all over. That feeling is like slaughtering thousands of living beings and dyeing countless blood.

What is contained in it is endless evil thoughts and resentment, and it is the most vicious thing in this world.

"How, master, is there any salvation?" asked Lekang.

"There is salvation. "The fruit should be answered.

Hearing such words, Han Xuanming and Le Kang breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. Han Xuanming said loudly: "I knew that the master of Buddhism can even resurrect pieces of meat, not to mention, just poisoned and injured." ”

But he listened to the fruit and said: "It is one thing to resurrect pieces of meat, but it is another thing to save people." I can break the anger attached to her, but I can't do anything about the poison and the knife wounds. ”

"This ...... Isn't the master perfunctory to us?" Lekang frowned, a little unconvinced.

"The monks don't speak, poor monks, how can they be perfunctory?" said the fruit, shaking his head helplessly again.

"What is the reason why you can resurrect living beings, but you can't heal the wounded?" asked Lekang.

Han Xuanming gently patted Lekang's back, and after Lekang turned around, he shook his head at him and whispered: "It's good to get rid of that grudge, as for the injury and poison, I'll figure it out." ”

In fact, when he heard Guo say that he could get rid of those grievances, Han Xuanming was no longer worried.

The toxicity of the blood knife, although terrifying, comes more from the power of resentment. As long as that demonic power is eliminated, the poison of the blood knife will be lifted by half.

As for residual poison, although it is not ordinary, it is also common for Han Xuanming. If you want to break it, Han Xuanming already has a method, and the method is very simple, all you need is the devil flower and the snow heart cup on his body.

On the other side, Liguo didn't answer Lekang's question, didn't say anything, just said: "Other things, let's talk about it later, now, the poor monk will help this donor first and relieve the pain of evil thoughts." ”

As he spoke, Liguo stretched out a palm and headed towards Liu Yiyi's chest.

At this time, above Han Xuanming's head, suddenly, a light flashed, and the little fox came out of Han Xuanming's inner world and fell on Liu Yiyi's body, grinning at Guo Yanya.

The little fox showed his claws and scolded at the fruit: "Thief monk, what do you want to do?"

"How many people do you want to bury you?" the little fox asked.

Such a sudden change was beyond the expectations of Han Xuanming and Le Kang, and the two looked at each other, not knowing what the little fox meant.

Han Xuanming stepped forward, picked up the little fox, and reprimanded: "Little stupid! What are you doing, how can you be rude to the master? ”

"What kind of saving people, it's almost like killing people! Thief monk, you have done such a conscienceless thing, why don't you die?!" The little fox was extremely crazy, and even forgot the fact that Han Xuanming called him "little stupid".

The face of the little fox became hideous, the fierce light in his eyes was revealed, and he showed his claws towards Guoliang, and in Han Xuanming's arms, he tossed desperately, and wanted to pounce.

"Stupid fox, what are you calling blindly?" Han Xuanming was a little furious.

In the face of the little fox's shouting and scolding, Liguo was not angry, but his eyes were shocked, his eyes widened, he stretched out a hand, and reached out towards it, and at the same time said, "This is ...... Would you like ......?"

Liguo's hand reached in front of the little fox, only to hear a "whoosh", blood flashed, a string of blood splashed, and the palm of Liguo's hand was scratched by the little fox with a finger-long hole.

This time, Han Xuanming was really angry and scolded: "Stupid fox! Before, you attracted enemies, and Yiyi became like this, and I haven't settled accounts with you yet." Now, Master Liguo wants to save Yiyi's life, but you hurt him instead. ”

"What do you want to do, do you want to turn against the sky?" After that, Han Xuanming directly locked the little fox in the inner heaven and earth, no matter how it howled, there was no room for negotiation.

Feeling that this scene was not simple, Lekang asked Guo: "Master, just now, what do you want to say......"

He didn't answer, waved his hand at Lekang, sighed, shook his head, and said, "It's the poor monk who thinks too much, how can he force such a thing?"

"Whether it's the senior brother's business, or other things, the poor monk is a sinner!"