Chapter 968: The Meat-Eating Monks

"Senior Brother Mingyuan." The little monk looked at the monk with the fleshy face, his expression somewhat fearful: "These two people are looking for Master."

"Looking for Master? Looking for what Master? Who knows if Master is even dead or alive right now." Mingyuan stared at Chen Yu and his companion for a moment, then sneered: "However, since you have come, then I will take you to see."

"Thank you, Master Mingyuan." Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"Thank for what, Mingsi, someone has come to look for Master." Mingyuan shouted toward the woodshed.

"Someone has come to look for Master?" The door of the woodshed opened, and a monk with a fat head and big ears walked out. This monk was born fair and plump, but his gaze was gloomy, giving people a very bad feeling.

Chen Yu's brows furrowed slightly; among Master Huipu's disciples, was there not a single one who looked even slightly normal?

"Hahaha, someone has come to look for Master?" Mingsi ran over, circled around Chen Yu and Yu Sichen, then clicked his tongue and nodded: "Not bad, not bad, quite good, then you follow me."

Mingsi turned and entered the woodshed, Chen Yu pulled Yu Sichen to follow, and then Mingyuan also stared fixedly at the two.

Meanwhile, the fierce-looking Mingjue sighed, heavily threw the cleaver in his hand to the side, and muttered in a low voice: "Another two fat sheep who have been fooled."

With a clatter, the door of the woodshed was opened. Although this woodshed looked dilapidated from the outside, the space inside was surprisingly large.

Moreover, after entering the door, Chen Yu felt his spirit trance for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene before him had already changed.

He saw that he and Yu Sichen were in an extremely large cave. Inside the cave, a large pot was set up, a roaring fire burned beneath it, and something seemed to be boiling inside the pot. These things filled the room with fragrance, making one's mouth water just by smelling it.

Inside, it seemed that some kind of meat was being stewed, and this scent was extremely seductive, making one unable to resist wanting to have a wonderful meal.

After entering, that fair and plump Mingsi walked to a table, picked up a huge knife, and began to sharpen it on a stone.

"May I ask, Master, as people who have left the secular world, are you allowed to kill living things?" Chen Yu asked in a deep voice.

"Hehe, wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha remains in the heart." The fleshy-faced Mingyuan shook his body, which was like a mountain of meat, and he brought over a large basin of clear water: "Since the two benefactors have come to seek the Buddha, then you should have the spirit of sacrificing everything."

"I have come to find Huipu, the Zen Master. Would the two of you please take us to see him?" Chen Yu said coldly.

"That old man Huipu has already sat in Bitter Zen for thirty years, never moving once, torturing his own mind, starving his own flesh." Mingsi said viciously while sharpening his bone-cleaving knife: "What is the use of cultivating such a Buddha? Life is short, why not be a little more carefree and happy?"

"Living in this world, one cultivates the breadth of mind. A broad mind can contain Mount Sumeru, a narrow mind cannot hold a single needle. Cultivation is the cultivation of one's state of mind." Yu Sichen retorted: "A human life is a hundred years, turning to emptiness in the blink of an eye. Only the truth of the Buddha is eternal. The two masters killing and eating meat has already violated the Buddha's principles."

"To hell with your bullshit principles." Mingsi stood up carrying his knife, kicked the table in front of him flying, and then took his steel Bone Blade to carve meat off the corpse of some animal.

He grabbed a large piece of bloody meat and threw it into the large pot on the side: "Living in this world, one should enjoy life. Not being able to eat meat, not being able to drink wine, not being full or warm—what is the meaning of such a life? Even if you gave me Buddhahood, I wouldn't do it."

"Master Mingsi, you have a Heart Demon." Chen Yu stared at him and said faintly.

"You tell me, what is a Demon?" Mingsi turned his head abruptly. His face, which had looked somewhat kind, was now ferocious: "Living between heaven and earth, being able to follow one's heart is the fundamental thing. Whatever bullshit morality and Buddhist principles, they are useless to me."

Mingsi grabbed the pile of meat on the ground and hung it up with a pair of iron hooks.

And the pile of meat he was grabbing was, shockingly, a human corpse.

"Mingyuan, hurry up, chop the bones to pieces and throw them outside, mince the meat to make fillings. Steamed buns made of human meat are truly delicious as hell." Mingsi grinned hideously.

"Alright." On the other side, the fleshy-faced Mingyuan was chopping away on a cutting board with two large knives, and the meat on that board clearly had several small fingers.

"The water is boiling, these two fat sheep should also be disemboweled and put into the pot." Mingsi grinned hideously, raised a cleaver, and walked toward Chen Yu.

"What exactly are you things?" Chen Yu furrowed his brows, gripped Lichen in his hand, and stared at the monk before him.

"Haha, I am not a 'thing'. Since you have come, then become my side dish for wine." Mingsi laughed loudly and attacked Chen Yu with his knife.

Chen Yu grabbed with his right hand, and the Lichen in his hand sealed the throat with one sword strike.

Mingsi stumbled back a few steps, and a bloodstain appeared on his fat neck, which was almost invisible.

He looked like he was drunk and about to fall, but in the end, he held onto the table and braced himself, not falling down.

"Mingyuan, today's target is a bit tough, stop what you're doing and come help." After a few breaths, the wound on Mingsi's neck disappeared, and he returned to normal. He turned his head and shouted.

"Two little fat sheep, honestly be my side dish for wine, don't struggle, otherwise the meat won't be tender." Mingyuan held his knife, chuckled, and surrounded them.

Yu Sichen pointed with her right hand, and a deep blue ice thorn suddenly formed. With a 'pfft', it pierced through Mingyuan's chest.

Mingyuan staggered back a few steps, blood overflowing from his chest, but this guy did not fall to the ground.

He stared at Yu Sichen with his fleshy face full of hatred, then gritted his teeth. After a few breaths, the large hole in his chest actually disappeared, and the blood on his body seeped into his skin, leaving none behind.

"What kind of people are you exactly?" Chen Yu stared coldly at the two monks.

"Haha, we are nothing. Between heaven and earth, only I am carefree." The two monks laughed loudly, then surrounded Chen Yu and Yu Sichen again.

Chen Yu shook the Lichen in his hand and lashed out with another sword strike. He was moved to anger by this strike, and two huge gashes were cut into the fat on the two men's bodies, blood spraying out as if it were worthless.

But the two men stepped back a few steps, and then, after just a few breaths, those wounds, which were deep enough to see bone, actually disappeared without a trace.

"Such strong Regeneration?" Chen Yu sneered: "Fine, since that's the case, then I will play with you, and see if your meat is thick or if the Lichen in my hand is sharp enough."

The two monks grinned hideously and were about to rush up.

Just at this moment, the door opened, and the fierce-looking Mingjue and the little monk burst in: "Stop fighting."

"Mingjue, get out, this is none of your business." Mingjue shouted angrily.