Chapter 231: Wine and meat monk

"The old monk's dharma name is Jinghai, and I am the elder of the Zen hall of Cizhao Temple two hundred miles away. The Zen practice of my temple is all managed by the old monk."

Zen Master Jinghai was kind-hearted and smiled at Xu Qing: "In the old monk's opinion, the donor has quite a bit of Buddha nature. If you come to my temple to practice Buddhism, why worry about not being able to enter the gate of all wonders?"

"Me? Have Buddha nature?"

Xu Qing reached out and took the wine he had swiped at the Shang mansion banquet from the saddlebag, and drank it in front of Zen Master Jinghai: "Does the master think I still have Buddha nature now?"

"Amitabha, wine is the essence of five grains. Monks also occasionally drink vegetarian wine. As long as there is a degree of drinking and no absurdity or chaos, it doesn't count as anything."

"Hehe..." Xu Qing didn't argue with the fat monk, but instead took out the roast chicken wrapped in oil paper.

Besides the roast chicken, Xu Qing also packed a lot of fried small fish from the Shang mansion banquet, which happened to come in handy now.

Tearing off a chicken wing that was rotten and crisp, Xu Qing said with a mouth full of oil: "Master, how much Buddha nature do you think I have now?"

"..."

Zen Master Jinghai bowed his head and gave a Buddha name: "It is a pity that the donor does not know that disaster is coming, and has repeatedly disrespected the Buddha. When the disaster comes, there will be no Buddha to protect you, I am afraid the donor will be unable to escape."

Hearing this, Xu Qing's face turned cold: "Thief bald donkey, you are just coveting the wealth on me, why use these illusory words to curse me? Even if there is really a disaster, I am afraid it is you who are secretly making trouble. As for the Buddha... Master, as a monk, you are greedy for wealth and things, and use false words to curse people. Even if there is disaster, it should fall on your head!"

As soon as these words came out, it was considered a complete tearing of the face. The fat monk was red-faced and red-eared, but when he rode the donkey away, he didn't forget to trip Xu Qing.

"People's wealth is fixed. In the past, there was a merchant who bought houses and land, but it attracted the fire of karma to burn the house, resulting in a miserable ending. Later, there was a woodcutter who scattered all his family wealth to build a Buddha niche, and finally, he was blessed with virtue and lived a rich life without disaster."

"My Buddha is compassionate. If the donor turns back in the rapids and worships the Buddha sincerely, there is still time to save."

After speaking, the fat monk rode the donkey backward, closed his eyes and twisted the prayer beads, didn't look at Xu Qing, and went straight away.

Xu Qing watched the monk go away. When he turned his head back, he found that Xuanyu beside him was learning from the fat monk, clasping his hands and chanting the Buddha name.

Xu Qing was puzzled, so he asked why he believed that bald donkey.

Xuanyu said seriously: "This trip to Mount Yunmeng is dangerous. I am praying to the Buddha to protect Immortal Xu."

"Do you really believe that bald donkey's words?"

Xu Qing couldn't help but laugh.

He had heard of mortals who were sick and went to the doctor, but he didn't expect that demons would also believe in the words used by these monks and Daoists to deceive people.

However, Xu Qing didn't think about why Xuanyu would believe the monk. In the final analysis, it wasn't because the things the monk said had something to do with him.

The so-called "care leads to chaos" is exactly this reason.

"Xuanyu, you don't know the sinister nature of human hearts. That fat monk is full of Buddhist principles, but his heart may not be cleaner than ordinary people."

"He said I have a disaster, and it will be fulfilled in a short time. Why do you think he is so sure?"

Xuanyu didn't understand.

Xu Qing patted the horse beside him, let it turn around, and when the black snow treasure horse with four hooves stepping on snow raised its hind buttocks, Xu Qing reached out and stroked it.

"..." Cat shock.

However, what surprised Xuanyu was not that Xu Qing reached out to touch the butt of the horse in front of him, but that on the right hind butt of the horse, there was a golden Buddha post being eroded and burned by Xu Qing's corpse energy.

The burnt incense smell rose, and Xu Qing frowned.

The incense brought by the Zen Master of Cizhao Temple smelled completely different from that of the Cat Immortal Hall.

When the golden incense of the Cat Immortal Hall burned, the smell was extremely clean. The red incense of the Baosheng Temple was full of vitality, like the first ray of vitality of all things born in heaven and earth in early spring, fresh and pleasant.

And the smell of the incense on the Buddha post in front of him had a strange smell that made people uncomfortable.

It was like powder mixed with copper smell, and it was like Zen incense inserted in the latrine. Even Xu Qing, who was used to the strange smell of corpses, felt nauseous. Can this also be incense?

"So smelly!"

Xuanyu, who had turned into a human form, perhaps because it was a cat before, always had the habit of tightening its little face, or being obedient and cute, not noisy, and rarely smiled on weekdays.

But today, when it smelled the burning smell of the Buddha post, Xuanyu rarely wrinkled its nose.

Xu Qing looked at Xuanyu, still puzzled in his heart. This Buddha post was indeed not very good to smell, but how could it be in Xuanyu's place, it seemed to be even more disgusting than the swill in the swill bucket?

After removing the ash of the Buddha post, Xu Qing took clean water from the water bowl to wash the horse's butt again, and Xuanyu was willing to ride the horse.

Cats love to be clean, Xu Qing knew this.

On the official road, Xu Qing held the reins, and behind him was the little girl sitting on the saddle, holding the saddle with both hands.

He walked and said:

"This Buddha post is a trick played by that bald donkey. If an ordinary person doesn't know the situation and continues to ride this horse, either they will hurt others and get into a lawsuit, or they will hurt themselves. Either way, they will fulfill the bald donkey's evil words."

"It's just that the Buddha is one foot high, and the devil is ten feet high. Now that he met me, he shouldn't think about having a good time!"

When Zen Master Jinghai played small tricks, Xu Qing also gave that bald donkey a hard one with the Taihui Bead.

At the moment, the Buddha post curse had been removed, and it depended on how long Zen Master Jinghai, who was brought bad luck by the Taihui Bead, could last...

After a small episode, Xu Qing took Xuanyu and walked another twenty miles.

At this time, there was a post station at the fork of the official road, and there was a tea stall for pedestrians to rest beside the post station.

This kind of tea stall built on the official road did not sell ordinary clear tea, but "thick tea" with yellow rice, red beans, barley, chestnut pieces, and dried taro.

This kind of tea soup must be so thick that chopsticks can't fall, and the aroma of five grains rushes to the brain to be authentic.

As for why it is such a thick tea, it is because there are many hungry travelers on the official road who are in a hurry.

For those who are hungry and thirsty, if they can drink a bowl of filling tea soup, it is the best.

Xu Qing and Xuanyu rarely go far, and haven't drunk this kind of fresh thing. The zombie and the cat were attracted by the aroma, so they each took a bowl of tea soup and sat at the simple small table outside the tea shed to taste it.

During this period, a beggar monk who was ragged, shook his head and swayed, and his body swayed, came to Xu Qing's side.

This monk was about the same height as him, and his figure was similar. Looking at his appearance, he must have been a handsome young man when he was young.

Xu Qing didn't pay attention to the other party, but didn't expect this strange monk to pester him.

"The donor looks like a person with a kind heart and a compassionate heart. The poor monk came from the city, and has been sleeping in the open all the way. Not to mention a vegetarian meal, even a leaf of vegetable has not been transformed."

"If the donor is not willing to help with a full meal, the monk is afraid that he will starve to death in this tea shop full of food..."

Xu Qing raised his head and carefully looked at the crazy monk in front of him, only feeling that the poor monk's speech was very interesting.

Seeing Xu Qing just staring at him and looking up and down, the crazy monk said again: "Buddhism pays attention to fate, the donor should save me from a disaster, is it or not?"

"This makes sense, then I will order a bowl of tea soup for the elder to eat."

"No, no, the poor monk doesn't like to eat tea soup. If the donor can give a meal of wine and meat, it would be better."

Xu Qing raised his eyebrows, and the look in his eyes when he looked at the crazy monk changed.

"You want wine and meat?"

"Yes, the poor monk wants to eat this wine and meat. People here hear the poor monk asking for wine and meat, and they are either driving them away or ignoring them. The donor is so kind, I think he won't be the same as them."

Xu Qing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled:

"I have wine and meat here. Since the elder is hungry, I will go and get it for the elder."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 232 =====