"Several donors are really bodhisattvas. He took a big bite of the barbecue, and his eyes were teary when he ate it, "This barbecue is really fragrant, the heat of the little monk's roast is just right, the color is burnt and buttery, and this medicine beast usually eats a lot of precious spiritual plants, the meat is delicious, not greasy or fatty, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside." One chew, forget all the unhappiness, two chews, people seem to float in the sky, three chews, like feathers soaring. Woo woo woo, it's so delicious. ”

Lu Duhuan three: ......

Eat a barbecue and give this little monk the force of "Cultivation on the Tip of the Tongue" + "Secret Canteen"-

"I have an empty cultivation canteen, the medicine beast is I personally went to the secret realm to get the goods from others, the ingredients must be fresh, the meat is roasted by me personally, the heat control must be in place, the cultivator's canteen is a food stall, and there is a barbecue, what a Japanese canteen, laughing to death, my store only has skewers and spicy hot, that's all, who loves to eat, who doesn't eat, what? Do you want to eat instant noodles, pop-"

What kind of peerless genius is this?

Lu Qianhuan doubted that if this little monk was given the opportunity to attend the Spring Festival Gala, he would be able to directly perform a stand-up comedy of "Reporting the Name of the Dish".

"Times, mud times, silk bamboo mud swollen just look at Xiao Shengji?" his mouth was stuffed with meat, and his speech was slurred.

Lu Duhuan and the three of them watched the empty little monk eat only some back meat and clavicle meat, as well as piles of meat and bones.

Shao Mo glanced at him indifferently.

Lu Duhuan showed a fake smile, and the boy's .jpg smile thanked the little monk for his false politeness.

Ning He...... Ning He may be thinking about reading the book + the monk who eats meat with his limited capacity melon, thinking about it?

Half an hour later—

"Hiccup-" He burped, probably because he was too satisfied, he squinted a little lazily, "The little monk hasn't eaten meat for a long time." The last time I ate meat was when the little monk first entered the Lingmen Temple, when a porcupine pig fell to his death in the back mountain. On the same day, the temple happily held a pig killing feast, the porcupine meat is really delicious and tender, and since then the little monk has never forgotten the meat. ”

......

Spicy eyes!

It's too spicy for the eyes!

A monk who obviously has a dusty temperament and seems to be full of Buddha nature, even if he eats meat happily, after eating, he actually lies on the trunk like a salted fish.

At this moment, their humility towards Buddhism shattered, and the filter of compassion for all sentient beings was shattered.

Looking at the indescribable expressions on their faces, it seemed unbelievable how there could be such a monk in Lingmen Temple?

Senior Brother Wuqian told him to explain that he must not destroy the image of Lingmen Temple outside, otherwise he will serve with a staff.

Danger, the image of Lingmen Temple, danger.

His smile froze and forcibly saved his respect.

"It's not that the little monk's tongue is too heavy, if you are hungry, donor, you can bake a medicine beast and eat it. But if the little monk also does this, then he has committed the precept of killing. The little monk was bitter in his heart. He spread out in the trunk of a tree like a bread with some sorrow, and looked up at the sky forty-five degrees.

He couldn't laugh at the thought of the 500 rods of staff waiting for him.

It was extremely quiet and there was no wind.

Lu Duanhuan and the others fell silent, no one paid attention to the void, and unanimously decided to embarrass him alone.

......

Oh, the monk who likes to read the book of sauce and sauce is by no means a thin-skinned monk.

No one pays attention to him, and he can run a horse in his head.

The empty eyes rolled.

Hey, he's a demon.

As long as he doesn't say it, Senior Brother Wu doesn't know, and Senior Brother Wu doesn't know that it doesn't exist, yes, then he is still an innocent little monk.

Lu Duan and they really didn't see that this monk was a pure monk on the surface, but in fact he was a house, lazy, and wasteful, and he ate meat and looked at the sauce and sauce, and the salted fish was salty.

harm, it's better to dig up Lingzhi and embark on the road to riches.

Especially the male protagonist's brother Shao Mo has frowned and snowed outside, and his expression seems to be impatient, so he almost said directly: What, yet, don't go?

Lu Duhuan said to the empty little monk: "Master Kong, you eat slowly, we will take the first step." ”

After a pause, he glanced at his stomach, thinking of the precarious image of the monk who had been destroyed by the void, and whispered, "You... You still stand up and consume food, and it is good for your body to move more. ”

"Eating exercise is a kind of enjoyment, but the little monk doesn't like exercise, because the little monk is not the kind of person who is greedy for enjoyment. ”

No one can understand his heart, the little monk is not lazy, he is just relieving loneliness.

Lu Qianhuan: "......"

Likong looked reluctant to let Lu Huan them, "Are the three donors going to leave so soon?" I didn't expect fate to be so shallow. ”

The corners of Lu Duhuan's mouth twitched, what kind of fate is this?

I fight beasts, do you eat meat?

She pretended not to hear him farting, and turned around with Shao Mo Ninghe with an expressionless face and left.

"Hey...... Wait, three donors...... And so on, little monks. The little monk is in the ...... This secret realm...... I've been there for a few days, and I'm quite familiar with this secret realm, so it's better to ...... Let...... The little monk will show you the way. ”

The air chased after Lu Duanhuan and them, probably because they were too full, panting, and their voices were intermittent.

Lu Duhuan and the three of them listened and walked faster.

Just kidding, is that what they mean to show them the way?