Chapter 340

Ordinary disciples, even elders, it's fine if the Buddha-heart is shattered—it's just shattered.

Just like last time, Jue Xin didn't ask anything, but Jue Ming won't do—this is Jue Xin's close junior brother, also a Shèngjìng powerhouse, and still the Head of Putuo Temple.

You shattered his Buddha-heart; will Jue Xin easily let it go then?

Furthermore, in the afternoon, Qi Xiong's side also contacted Hong Zun and them, inquiring about the situation at Putuo Temple.

Repeatedly urged, even if you suffer some grievance, you must maintain patience; for now, relations with Fomen must not become too strained.

Hong Zun naturally agreed readily, but now you've shattered Jue Ming's Buddha-heart—what are we to do?

It's no wonder Zhang Tianzhen is a bit worried, but Hong Zun beside him gave no reply, eating while his gaze went back and forth over Jue Ming.

That expression was exactly the same as Xu Jie's earlier.

"I say, what evil scheme are you cooking up again?"

Qing Shi beside him frowned and said, "This old drunkard always wears that expression—he's surely not holding back any good fart."

Hearing that, Hong Zun revealed a smile full of deep meaning.

"Want to know? Follow me."

Saying that, he rose first and headed toward the courtyard wall; seeing this, Qing Shi, puzzled, likewise lifted his bowl and followed.

Having come all the way to beneath Jue Ming, seeing Hong Zun and the other approach, this guy had completely thrown away any pretense, staring at the food in their bowls, his saliva simply couldn't stop flowing down.

Seeing the big-headed, big-eared Jue Ming staring intently, Hong Zun deliberately took a big bite and said with a smile.

Master Jue Ming, want to eat?

Mm.

He nodded heavily without the slightest hesitation.

Or should we come down and speak?

Leaping forward, Jue Ming landed steadily before Hong Zun, while Qing Shi beside him, still unaware of Hong Zun's scheme, simply saw him naturally take his rice bowl and hand it directly to Jue Ming.

Eat.

Really?

Naturally it's true.

Seeing this, Jue Ming could no longer hold back; just smelling the aroma earlier had made him itch unbearably, and now the food was right before his eyes, leaving no room for anything else.

He immediately began eating voraciously, and after one bite the fat monk's eyes lit up.

Delicious, even better than imagined.

What the hell are you doing?

Qing Shi, meanwhile, looked at Hong Zun with displeasure.

What are you doing? Didn't you say you wanted to see what I'm up to? I'm just trying to curry favor with a high-ranking figure at Putuo Temple.

Those disciples handling the oxen like this will sooner or later get into trouble; without a saint watching over them, it won't work—it's just a matter of adding a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Want to live comfortably at Putuo Temple, how could you manage without high-level backing?

Relying on those ordinary disciples and elders? That's a joke; when the truth comes out, they won't even be able to protect themselves.

But Jue Ming is different.

The reasoning is like that, Qing Shi also understands, but...............

What the hell, you want to curry favor with them, why use my food?

I haven't finished eating yet.

What the hell, I've finished eating? There's still half a bowl left.

What are you shouting about? For the greater good, what's wrong with making a small sacrifice? Look at your petty attitude; with Jue Ming, you'll never lack ingredients—later we can even get you a divine horse or divine donkey to eat.

I don't care about the greater good?

Hearing Hong Zun's words, Qing Shi's face turned ashen; you shamelessly, how dare you say such things?

Alright, alright, the greater good comes first.

"I................"

Well said, but you're trying to curry favor—why do I have to provide the food?

But saying this now is pointless; Jue Ming cleared the bowl in just a few bites.

At this moment, still not satisfied, he licked the bowl clean.

How about it, Master Jue Ming, how do you find the taste?

Delicious, delicious.

So, do you still want to eat more?

Can we still eat?

That's only natural, but..................

Hong Zun's gradual coaxing really bears some resemblance to Xu Jie, but compared to Xu Jie he appears more experienced and cunning.

As for Master Jue Ming, he was, unsurprisingly, taken in.

But what? Brother Hong Zun, please say; I won't refuse anything I can do.

It's not much, really; just that in Putuo Temple we indeed find it hard to obtain ingredients, some oxen are merely a drop in the bucket, after all there are so many disciples.

Moreover, if the quantity increases, it will certainly be noticed; therefore, if Master Jue Ming wants to eat, regarding the ingredients..................

Brother Hong Zun, rest assured, leave it to me; in Putuo Temple I still have some say.

Then that's good; also, when the time comes, Abbot Jue Xin will find out..................

Brother Hong Zun, rest assured, this matter has nothing to do with your Dao Yi Sect; it's solely my doing as a poor monk.

Master, your righteousness is great.

Click.

As Hong Zun's words fell, Jue Ming Dashi's Buddha heart was completely shattered.

"Shattered, shattered........."

Qing Shi, at the side, saw this and his mouth twitched; as for Hong Zun, he still spoke with a calm face.

"It's fine if it's shattered; it's a good chance to ask the nun, I think it will help the master rebuild his Buddha heart."

"Then I'll trouble you, Brother Hong Zun."

Immediately, Hong Zun brought Jue Yuan before Juéqíng Shītài; of course, Shi Song kept accompanying at the side.

Since confirming the relationship with Juéqíng Shītài, that guy's yandere symptoms seem to have recovered quite a bit.

As long as he is kept by her side, even if someone speaks to the nun, it won't matter; of course, if he mishears, there's nothing to be done.

After asking the nun many things about rebuilding the Buddha heart, Jue Ming left excitedly, and said that afterwards, the matter of ingredients could be entrusted to him without worry, no problem.

And Hong Zun also gladly agreed to his request for a meal.

As for the Elder and disciples below, they still need to abide by the rules of the Dao Yi Sect.

Only by procuring ingredients can one have the qualification to compete.

Seeing Jue Ming off, Xu Jie respectfully clasped his hands toward Hong Zun.

"Still, Shīzūn is awesome; those few moves of mine, in front of Shīzūn, are indeed not worthy of the table."

Hearing that, Hong Zun glanced at him and said unhappily.

"Don't give me that; I don't know you yet, you're full of bad ideas, those Putuo Temple disciples are almost being led astray by you to the point of lameness."

"Hehe, aren't I also thinking of sharing Shīzūn's worries?"

"Sharing worries? I think you're just worried about the ingredient problem yourself."

"But you did not bad this time; you didn't act rashly and still knew to propose some countermeasures."

"All this is thanks to Shīzūn's teachings; now we even have someone to take the blame, all thanks to Shīzūn personally stepping in."

"Hmm, but you must remember: when looking for partners in the future, find capable ones; at least after an incident, they should be able to take the blame."

"Yes, disciple will faithfully follow your teachings."

"Alright, from now on you handle it yourself; as your teacher, I've already found someone for you; if something really happens, you know what to do, right?"

"Disciple understands."

"Then that's good."

"Keke."

"Keke."

The master and disciple laughed as they spoke, though that smile was as treacherous as could be.

"Birds of a feather flock together."

Seeing the old and young smiling at each other, Ye Zhangqing muttered to himself.

Now it's all set, even we have someone to take the blame; Xu Jie won't directly overturn the heavens, and I don't know how many days the oxen in Putuo Temple's cattle shed will last.

Rumor has it there are several thousand heads; though it looks like a lot, given the disciples' consumption rate, it's only about half a month's worth.