The debate monk took a boiled broom and took a sip, as if this coarse wild vegetable without oil, meat or even salt was a supreme delicacy.

Picking out the wild vegetable leaves between his teeth, he swallowed them carefully, and the monk said vaguely: "This kind of thing is not even clear to you, a learned person, come and ask the little monk, isn't it in vain to ask? ”

He put down the pottery bowl, looked at Wei Ye seriously, and said: "If you come to the Buddha top golden-winged Dapeng Ming King, that is a man-eating demon, you can not count it first." Before Amitabha Buddha drove the Buddha's voice messenger, Kaling Pingga, who was half human and half bird, a soft girl and a little white face, but it looked like an angel. As for the four bodhisattvas of Great Wisdom Manjushri, Great Hang Puxian, Great Pessimistic Guanyin and Great Wish Jizo......"

"Of course, it is impossible for Manjushri to sit on a green lion and Fuxian to ride a white elephant," Wei Ye directly interrupted the words of the debate monk, and grabbed the white words: "The compassionate Bodhisattva of Guanzi is somewhat involved with the Vedic two-horse child god Ashbini brothers, so her angry body is crowned with a blue horse's head, and she is called the king of horse's head." As for the Bodhisattva's legendary mount Golden Retriever, some say that this strange beast is like a horse with scales, and some say that it has a huge red hair and a tail like a fan, like a year beast pulled out during the lion dance of the southern school, in short, it is not a match. ”

Knowing that talking to the immortal warlock in front of him about these unpopular knowledge, he could only be crushed, so the debate monk could only put the pottery bowl up again, and said to himself: "Then I wish to listen to the divine beast in front ......of the throne of the King of Jizo Bodhisattva."

This time, Wei Ye did not continue to bully people with his unpopular knowledge, but narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Go on." ”

"The Divine Beast can listen to the sounds of the four continents and all the world—the little monk thinks this is quite like the voice of Guanyin Bodhisattva—that is, the white dog that the Jizo Bodhisattva brought with him when he walked in the world. This dog's appearance is also called the six dislikes, rhino horns, dog ears, dragon body, tiger head, lion tail, evil claws ......"

Speaking of this, the debate monk also remembered the fatal blood hole in Mrs. Diyi's chest, and muttered, "It won't be ......"

Wei Ye lowered his head, poured another bowl of wild vegetable soup for himself, took a small sip of the soup and replied vaguely: "This is only speculation, that child's Rui beast transformation is much worse than Di Ting, and the breath on his body is pure and natural, and there is no unique temperament of Buddhism that is cold and hypocritical." ”

"Anyway, you cultivators are all guys who don't have a black Buddha sect and will die. The little monk travels thousands of miles just for money, and he doesn't have the same knowledge as you. ”

"You, a Buddhist heretic of Devadatta, are crying out for grievances here, which is ridiculous enough in itself, thinking that back then, your patriarch pushed a stone down the mountain with his own hands and planned to smash Shakyamuni to death. ”

“...... Host. ”

"Huh?"

"According to the little monk's opinion, it is better for us to settle the employment money first, and then don't live there. Staying by the master's side, the little monk's fragile heart felt very painful. ”

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Such an uninteresting revelation of black history will certainly help to clear the appetite, but just eating boiled broom vegetables, ascetics like the monk of the debate machine may have no opinion, but Wei Ye, who has never stopped meat wine, cannot be satisfied. You can't eat other people's boiled wild vegetables, right?

Fortunately, Xiao Gao and Sima Ling finally returned with their prey, and Wei Ye saw his small oil bottle carrying a few stone pheasants, and couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that "my family has a girl who has just grown up". In addition to the sense of relief, there was inevitably some joy for Marshal Tianpeng to see the senior brother come back with a meal to feed.

Xiao Gao carried a bamboo basket and waved excitedly to Wei Ye and the debate monk: "Teacher, sir, I have bought a lot of good things in the nearby village, including rice wine, soybean sauce and sour ginger, which can be used to make sauerkraut stewed chicken!"

"Isn't it too exaggerated to eat sauerkraut stewed chicken in the morning?"

"The little monk seems that this is nothing, the plan of the day is in the morning, and eating a little better in the morning can replenish the calories needed for the day's activities. The debate monk looked at his student and said with satisfaction.

"People who have to eat boiled wild vegetables in plain water because of Devadatta's ascetic practice are really sad when the thing comes out of your mouth in the morning when you eat a little better. ”

In the face of Wei Ye's merciless mending knife, the debate monk only smiled kindly like a monk, and there was a faint Buddha light on his face. The full amount of the mercenary money he had just received from Wei Ye was enough to increase his Buddha Light to the point of invulnerability, not to mention Wei Ye's lethal verbal attack.

Unaware of the turbulent undertide between the immortal warlock and the mana monk, Sima Ling stepped in front of Wei Ye in one step, took out a small lotus leaf bag from his sleeve, opened it, and forced a thumb-sized light green fruit into Wei Ye's mouth: "The salted plum I bought from the village, how is my uncle, the taste is okay?"

"The taste is okay, just a little ...... It's a little salty......" Wei Ye muttered with this salty and sour salt plum in his mouth, then chewed it hard, tilted his neck, spit out the core of the over-pickled salt plum, and swallowed the plum meat.

"Of course, it's salty, and generally speaking, salt and plum are not used as seasonings when cooking meat soup. Xiao Gao added inexplicably.

"Salt plum has three flavors, salty taste, sour plum taste, fructose flavor, and is also indispensable for life: salt, vinegar and honey. I understand. ”

Wei Ye replied while clearing his mouth with wild vegetable soup.

The debate monk was swallowing wild vegetable soup in a clay bowl, and when he heard this, he suddenly choked and coughed.

"All in all, as an astral adventurer, I'm quite sorry for my life. Wei Ye glanced at Sima Ling and said, "But there are some things, if I don't do it, Uncle You, will miss a lot of things." ”

Sima Ling held the stone chickens in one hand, stared at Wei Ye's face while staring at it, and finally sighed: "Uncle is already this age, and he is still the same as the little ghost in the second grade of middle school, he has a side that loves adventure dreams." Men—"

She glanced around at the magic monk who was fighting with the wild vegetable soup, and Xiao Gao, who didn't understand the atmosphere at all, and made a verdict-like summary: "It's always a guy who is frozen in adolescence." ”

As soon as this emotion came out, she was dragged in front of her by the immortal warlock and rubbed her head: "This kind of vicissitudes of life that has seen all the scenery of the world and thousands of sails in front of you, which eight-o'clock drama did you learn from?"

Just as Sima Ling was trying to break free from Wei Ye's clutches, the donkey cart parked on the edge of the camp moved slightly, and the young man who should have been sleeping showed his head timidly.