Ye Qingxuan thought about it, but it was no wonder.
After all, Yan Fengfei's reputation in Wulin Baidao is extremely unbearable, and this is also due to the slander of her beloved disciple. Of course, there is also the dirty propaganda of that old ghost Qu Longxing.
Squeezing past a group of drunken White Lotus Sect congregants, Ye Qingxuan found a wonton stand and sat down, ordered a bowl of wonton noodles, and just took a sip of the soup when he heard someone slam the table down and cursed: "You thief monk, I see that you are also a member of the Buddhist sect, so I give you a bowl of meat wontons. How dare you not give me face? If you are sensible, eat the wontons quickly, otherwise don't blame the Buddha and I will be rude!"
Ye Qingxuan sighed, unexpectedly, he met the demon monks of the White Lotus Sect to cause trouble again. Since Zhu Wusheng came back to the world, these monks of the White Lotus Sect have become more and more arrogant.
Turning his head to look, he saw a white lotus monk in a monk's robe as white as snow, standing on a chair with one foot, scolding a monk next to him coldly.
The most eye-catching thing about the monk is the Baina monk's robe on his body, with countless patches on it, in various sizes and colors, just like a beggar.
This is such a poor monk, but his monk clothes have been washed clean by him, his face is also very white, he looks only in his early thirties, his brows are quite heroic, but his eyes are dull and dull, he looks very honest and very timid .
Because no matter how the Bailian monk opposite him humiliated him, this monk just looked down at his toes like a primary school student who admitted his mistake.
A pair of newly made straw sandals, a pair of big white feet.
It's hard to imagine that a poor monk who lives in the open has such clean feet.
Just like his frock, clean.
When Ye Qingxuan glanced over the poor monk, the poor monk, who was originally like a piece of wood, trembled slightly with his toes, obviously touched, Ye Qingxuan froze for a moment, and couldn't help showing a hint of surprise.
The poor monk sat on the chair in good order, just looking down at his feet, his eyes wandering and dull, as if he didn't listen to the other party's reprimand, and he just looked at the white lotus monk in front of his eyes.
The Bailian congregation, who were watching the excitement not far away, suddenly burst into laughter, ridiculing the Bailian monk for being looked down upon.
Monk Bailian, who was obviously humiliated, suddenly became furious, went up and slapped the poor monk with a "slap", and cursed: "Stupid monk, are you deaf? How dare you ignore your Buddha?"
The poor monk was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and said cowardly: "This benefactor, what did you say?"
Hahaha…
A group of White Lotus Sect members laughed even more wildly.
The Bailian monk's eyes flashed fiercely, but his voice suddenly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Buddha treats you, I want you to eat this bowl of meat wonton..."
"The poor monk is a vegetarian." The poor monk lowered his head even lower.
A smirk flashed across Monk Bailian's face, and he said lightly, "My Buddha Maitreya decreed that Buddhist monks can eat meat, but don't have to be vegetarian..."
As soon as these words came out, all the monks of the White Lotus Sect stopped smiling and stared straight at the poor monk.
The murderous aura suddenly increased.
Ever since Zhu Wusheng claimed to be the "authentic Buddhist sect", all his disciples regarded themselves as such. If the disciples of the other Buddhist sects kept giving orders, they would be denounced as heretics and killed. Now the Bailian monk is tempting with these words, obviously to force the other party Submit, if you dare to refuse, you are guaranteed to die on the spot.
At this time, everyone around stopped their dishes and looked sideways at the confrontation here.
Many martial arts people with neutral identities were sweating for this poor monk, and only hoped that this monk would not be stubborn, so as not to lose his life in vain.
The poor monk seemed to be aware of his own crisis. He glanced blankly at the Bailian monks, raised his palm, and proclaimed the Buddha's name. The poor monk picked up the soup bowl, and with a sigh of relief, he ate up the bowl of meat wontons with soup and meat.
laugh-
The martial arts people who were still worried about the innocent death of the poor monk couldn't help but sneered, and instantly felt great disdain for his uselessness.
Only Ye Qingxuan was fascinated and was particularly interested in this monk.
The poor monk drank up the wontons, bowed to the monk Bailian, and thanked him: "Thank you, brother, for your generosity." After speaking, he turned and wanted to leave.
"Wait!" The Bailian monk raised his eyebrows and said suddenly: "The monk, seeing that you are still knowledgeable about current affairs, why don't you join my Bailian Buddhist sect and worship under my sect..."
The poor monk hurriedly saluted, and replied: "Young monk, I apologize. I already have a sect, and I dare not change the sect without the order of my master."
The Bailian monk's face was extremely stinky, and he said in a cold voice: "Since it is not my Bailian Buddhist sect, why do you dare to eat meat?"
The poor monk lowered his head and murmured: "The little monk suddenly remembered a sentence from the master: wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in my heart. Since I have a Buddha in my heart, I have never killed this pig with my own hands, and then chopped it into meat." Stuffing it and making it into wontons... Rather than keeping it out of the body, it is better to eat it like it is in the belly, and pray for it day and night, hoping that it will reach bliss early and turn to the human world in the next life, which is also considered a merit.”
There was a silence on the scene, and I was immediately shocked by the poor monk's theory, and then "coaxed", everyone around laughed loudly, unable to help themselves.
"Hahaha, I laughed so hard, for the minced meat... Hahaha..."
"This is the first time I've heard of someone making such an excuse, it's amazing..."
"It's not a miracle, it's a genius. Brother, you must take this monk into your sect. I don't know how much fun it will be in the future..."
Hahaha…
The Bailian monk also laughed so hard that tears flowed down his face. He couldn't help but took a step forward, patted the poor monk on the shoulder, and panted, "Haha, monk, you are really interesting. The Buddha understands, and your master is also a wonderful thing." How about worshiping under my sect together? Where is the teacher? Which temple is the monk from?"
Despite the ridicule of the crowd, the poor monk looked as usual, just lowered his head, and said bluntly: "The teacher of the family has passed away, and the young monk has placed an order at Lingyin Temple in Yangzhou!"
The laughter stopped.
The Bailian monk stood still suddenly, his eyes shot a fierce light, "What did you say?"
The poor monk was still dull, and said flatly: "The teacher of the family has passed away, and the young monk has placed an order at Lingyin Temple in Yangzhou!"
This time, not to mention the white lotus monks, even the martial arts people around fell silent.
Lingyin Temple.
The largest temple of the Southern School of Zen.
Decades ago, it was destroyed by the White Lotus Sect. The reason was that Yin Kong, the master of the temple "Pig Iron Buddha", joined the White Lotus Sect, and then led the White Lotus Sect to kill the head master and seized the temple's most treasured "Nine Dragons Tin Staff".
Later, Ye Qingxuan and Ruhua came back from the Holy Land and fought against the White Lotus Sect. In the end, Yinkong was severely injured and the "Nine Dragons Tin Staff" was taken away.
Originally thought that the lineage of Lingyin Temple had long been lost, but unexpectedly met a poor monk who was called a disciple of Lingyin Temple on this small island of seclusion. How could this not surprise all the monks of the White Lotus Sect