There seemed to be little stars in her eyes.
"Bo Xun, do you think it tastes good?"
She also did not forget to ask the demon Buddha Bo Xun.
"tasty."
Mo Fo Bo Xun’s words are concise and concise.
But judging from his appearance, he doesn't eat much slower than Liang Nianxiu.
Seeing that there was nothing unusual about the demon Buddha Bo Xun, everyone felt relieved.
Ye Qingyun also breathed a sigh of relief.
What he is most worried about is the demon Buddha Bo Xun.
Fortunately, Liang Nianxiu came with us.
Finally, there is someone who can control the demon Buddha Bo Xun.
The monks Huikong came to the courtyard.
"Meet the Holy Son!"
All the monks saluted together.
"Okay, no need to be formal."
Ye Qingyun waved his hand
said.
Huikong and others all looked at the three roasted whole lambs on the fire, and they suddenly showed unbearable expressions.
"Amitabha!"
Huikong clasped his hands together and bowed to the three roasted whole lambs.
The corners of Ye Qingyun's mouth twitched.
You worshipers, will you let us eat later or not?
"Holy Son, let the poor monk free them."
Huikong said again.
Ye Qingyun ""
"Ahem, don't go overboard, I've already gone overboard."
Huikong was startled and nodded.
"Holy Son, monks like us can't eat meat. It's still inconvenient for us to stay here, so we have to leave first."
Huikong and others were unwilling to eat meat and fish.
Naturally, I don’t want to see others eating it.
But they would not stop anyone, so they left on their own, out of sight.
"You guys just left right after you came? What? You didn't give me Ye Qingyun face?"
Ye Qingyun said with a deliberately straight face.
Huikong and others were panicked.
They didn't dare to anger Ye Qingyun, the Buddhist saint in their hearts.
"Huikong doesn't dare!"
Huikong knelt down immediately.
All the monks also knelt down together.
Ye Qingyun snorted and took out another wooden bucket from the kitchen.
"I know you don't eat meat, so we've already prepared it here for you."
When everyone saw it, the barrel was in a mess.
But it can be vaguely seen that some of them are natural treasures in the courtyard.
Everyone's expressions changed.
Ye Qingyun was actually so kind to these monks, so he just gave them heavenly materials and earthly treasures to eat?
By comparison, although the fried chicken in their hands is very fragrant, it seems far inferior to what these monks eat.
"Holy Son, what is this?"
Huikong looked at the contents in the barrel and asked with confusion.
"Well, according to the dialect in my hometown, this is called vegetable salad."
Chapter completed!