Chapter 339: Jue Ming Shattered

Seeing the disciples' shattered Buddha-hearts, Jue Ming frowned slightly; this Dao Yi Sect is becoming ever stranger.

Send a batch of disciples over, and their Buddha-hearts shatter a batch.

In response, the disciples were all silent, not knowing how to explain.

If it were another chief seat, they'd surely have to scold them, but Jue Ming ultimately didn't say much, just had everyone disperse and then walked into the Dao Yi Sect's base.

He came here to compensate the Dao Yi Sect; Jue Xin Shī xiōng didn't want to come, so he directly handed the responsibility to Jue Ming.

Besides, he wasn't stopped, after all he's a Shèngjìng powerhouse; naturally he couldn't be treated like an ordinary disciple.

"Venerable Master Jue Ming, the Peak Master and others are having a meal; would you like to wait in the hall first?"

Two Jade Maiden Peak disciples politely said, asking, but Jue Ming didn't mind.

"No problem, this poor monk will go straight to the kitchen."

Saying that, Jue Ming strode toward the kitchen.

Outside the kitchen, he also saw several Putuo Temple disciples, as well as an Elder.

Seeing them, Jue Ming was startled, and those disciples and the Elder hastily performed a respectful salute.

Compared to the Dao Yi Sect, Putuo Temple places greater importance on these so-called rules; any disciple, including Elders, upon seeing any chief seat of each courtyard, must salute immediately.

It's strange how these people are here, but before Jue Ming could think further, the rich aroma already assailed his nostrils.

"How fragrant..........."

The craving worms in his belly seemed to be completely stirred, and he had never smelled such a fragrance before.

Unconsciously stepping into the courtyard, he at once saw a group of Dao Yi Sect disciples wolfing down their food.

Seeing how they ate with relish, Jue Ming couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and muttered softly.

"Amitabha, my sins, my sins.............."

How can a monastic give rise to desire because of meat? He hurriedly chanted the Purifying Heart Mantra.

But under such fragrance, the Purifying Heart Mantra seemed to have no effect at all.

At this moment, Jue Ming seemed to understand why so many disciples outside had shattered Buddha-hearts.

Bearing with it, he found Hong Zun; at that moment Hong Zun had just finished his last bite, seeing Jue Ming arrive, with oil still at the corner of his mouth, he said.

"Yo, Venerable Master Jue Ming has arrived."

"Daoist Friend Hong Zun."

After exchanging greetings, Jue Ming stated his purpose; Hong Zun was not polite either, accepting the compensation offered by Putuo Temple in full.

Originally, having come here, Jue Ming should have left, but the tempting aroma in the air made him impulsively ask.

"Daoist Friend Hong Zun, your Dao Yi Sect's meals are really not bad."

"Huh???"

Hearing this, Hong Zun gave him a strange look and asked suspiciously.

"How come, Venerable Master Jue Ming, you're also interested in this meat?"

In response, Jue Ming hurriedly waved his hands.

"No no no, this poor monk was just asking casually; I eat vegetarian."

"If you're vegetarian, why ask so much about this? We only have meat and fish here."

"Hehe..........."

He gave an embarrassed laugh, just about to prepare to leave, but as he turned his head, he inadvertently saw several fresh cowhides hanging in the courtyard.

Only the hides remained, but the Putuo Temple markings were clearly visible on them.

As Putuo Temple's draft oxen, branding them is quite normal.

"Daoist Friend Hong Zun, this should be our Putuo Temple's draft oxen, right?"

Turning his head with a strange expression toward Hong Zun, upon hearing this, Hong Zun's face didn't change; he certainly knew what Xu Jie had done, and now that Jue Ming had discovered it, he spoke calmly.

"I don't know then; they were all sent over by your temple's disciples."

"Our Putuo Temple disciples sent them over?"

"Yes, right outside the gate; if you don't believe me, go ask them yourself."

"The oxen were brought by your Putuo Temple disciples; as for where they got them, that's something my Dao Yi Sect doesn't know."

The more he listened, the more he felt something was off, but Jue Ming didn't say much more.

After greeting Hong Zun, he soon left.

It seemed he had no intention of holding a grudge, but just after mealtime passed, those responsible for monitoring the Dao Yi Sect and those who had gone at noon to seize positions were all summoned by Jue Ming to his residence.

Inside the hall, Jue Ming took the chief seat, with a crowd of disciples and Elders below.

"Tell me, what's going on with the Dao Yi Sect, what's with your Buddha-hearts, and what's with those draft oxen?"

Faced with three questions in a row and seeing they couldn't hide it, the disciples could only tell the truth.

"The Dao Yi Sect's food is too fragrant; the disciples, having grown up this much, have never smelled such fragrant food."

"The disciples just want to eat; besides, the Withered Wood Hermitage also ate it, and they're fine."

"Other senior fellow disciples have already reforged their Buddha-hearts; we can too."

"The draft oxen are ingredients the Dao Yi Sect needs; they said that as long as we provide the ingredients, they can give us a fair competition opportunity."

The crowd chattered, telling Jue Ming the situation all over; hearing these words, Jue Ming's expression turned strange.

"Just because of one meal, you not only shattered your Buddha-hearts, but also actively sent Putuo Temple's draft oxen to the Dao Yi Sect to be used as ingredients?"

"Really, what a huge gall.........."

But upon thinking of that aroma, Jue Ming also couldn't help nodding inwardly; indeed it's very fragrant, making one's index finger twitch.

Even Jue Ming himself finds it hard to forget, let alone those disciples; looking at it this way, it seems somewhat understandable.

Moreover, this so-called reforging of the Buddha-heart—is it really as they say? If it's true, then this old monk..................

They also didn't deal with these disciples, and soon let them each go.

But at dinner time, a fat monk's silhouette appeared on the courtyard wall, taking the best spot.

"That, Chief Seat Jue Ming, you.........."

The two elders beside him looked at Jue Ming, their mouths twitching as they spoke.

Damn, you scolded them at noon, and now you come running yourself in the evening—what's the meaning of this?

Moreover, as one of the Chief Seats of Putuo Temple, a Saint-realm expert, hanging onto someone else's wall like this—isn't that a bit too embarrassing?

As for that, Jue Ming paid no attention, watching Hong Zun and the others wolfing down their food in the courtyard, drool flowing nonstop, he kept muttering.

"So fragrant, so fragrant.........."

Crack! Crack! Crack!..........

"Holy shit, Chief Seat, your Buddha heart........... your Buddha heart ah.............."

Again the sound of the Buddha heart breaking rang out, but this time, the many Putuo Temple disciples and elders present all turned pale with fear, looking toward Jue Ming.

For an ordinary person it would be fine, but Jue Ming is one of the Chief Seats of Putuo Temple, a Saint-realm expert, the senior disciple of Abbot Jue Xin—absolutely a high-level figure.

Even his Buddha heart is broken—how can that be allowed?

Even if something happens to Jue Ming, the abbot won't spare them—he'll skin them alive.

Everyone was extremely nervous, eyes fixed on Jue Ming, and the sound of the Buddha heart shattering kept ringing out.

"Chief Seat, hold on, you must hold on."

"Chief Seat, are you okay? Say something."

"So fragrant."

Everyone was worried, but Jue Ming only cared about that rich aroma—it was truly too fragrant, how could there be such fragrant food in this world?

Inside the kitchen, Hong Zun and the others ate while stupidly staring at Jue Ming on the wall; Zhang Tianzhen swallowed a mouthful of rice and whispered.

"Nothing will happen, right? This old bald donkey's Buddha heart seems to have cracked too."