"I can't help it. Who told you to blackmail me? Now the monk has nowhere to go. After all, you are the second son of this three-acre land in front of Famen Temple. Although you were flattered by that generous monk,
But you can protect me anyway, stop talking nonsense, I will be a sweeping novice with you. Maybe if your old man fails that day, I can still take over your class! Hehehehe!" Tianjiu Thief laughed again and again.
The old monk Pochen was trembling, with a depressed look on his face. He pointed at Tianjiu and said after a long time: "You stay away from the old man, otherwise, there will be no good fruit to eat! Famen Temple is full of cannibals who don't spit out bones. You
If you can bear a kick every day, then you can do it yourself."
Tianjiu came up to the old monk again: "Hey, the young monk is very slippery. If he really becomes this sweeping novice, don't worry. This gentle monk won't be able to kick me to death, but it will be him. Maybe he will be killed in three or five days."
Get lost. Let me ask you a question, do all the monks in Famen Temple like cats in trees?"
"Hey, what do you want to do? Master Kuan Xin is the little whisperer in front of the chief deacon of the Discipline Academy. If you offend him, you will not end well."
The old monk's face changed slightly, but he immediately hummed: "Who said that? The reason why the old man's cat is up there is because he doesn't want the eminent monks who come here to see the old man's sloppy dignity. And the reason why that guy's cat is up there is because
Because he practices the Tian Xing Sutra and cannot be grounded, quack quack!"
"What kind of scripture is the Tianxing Jing? Is it powerful?" Tianjiu asked curiously.
"I don't know! Why are you asking this? Otherwise, if you give the old man the alms bowl in your hand, he will not only tell you what this sutra is for, but also give you all my clothes. It's all up to you.
This sweeping novice!"
The old monk patted his cassock, and a burst of black ash emerged, filling the space of several feet.
"Ahem! Old man, you are so bad, you want to blackmail my Zijin Bobo!"
Tianjiu shrank his big hand, and the alms bowl in his hand disappeared in an instant. He turned over several times and was far away from the old monk. Then, he turned his left hand and a small jasper pot fell into his hand. With a touch of his right hand, a greasy pot appeared.
The spirit pig legs appeared. He opened his mouth, took a big sip of the wine, and then gnawed on the spirit pork legs.
The moment the old monk saw the smooth pig legs and the small jade pot, his eyes suddenly lit up and he swallowed hard: "Little monk, why do you still have Drunk Immortal Wine? And this meat is not from Wanfo Tower.
, this is an authentic third-grade spiritual pork, the one from Wanfo Tower is just garbage compared to this!"
"Gah ga ga! Are you envious? To tell you the truth, I have taken care of the little wine fairy, so naturally I will have no shortage of Drunk Fairy Wine! What about the spirit pig legs? I brought them myself, of course they are better than those from Wanfo Tower.
Got it!"
"Boy, you not only eat meat and drink alcohol, but you also flirt with women! Amitabha, it's time for you to change your name to the alcoholic monk!"
"Tch! Old man, you are a sweeper. You even know where and what kind of spiritual pigs are produced. It shows that you are not a good guy. You must be the one who eats meat, farts and makes noises. As for the robbery, the devil knows! We are each other.
, tell me, do you still dare to eat?"
The old monk glanced around, then secretly glanced at the big tree in the distance. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, is it against the precepts to eat soul pork and drink a little wine?"
"Tch! You are a little novice who sweeps the floor, are you afraid of violating the precepts? I think you are violating the precepts! If you want to eat, just tell me in advance, and I can reluctantly give you one. The wine is waived, so little, I don't have to give it to you.
How about you stay away alone and come back after eating?"
"Humph! It's not that troublesome. The old monk can eat whatever he wants! It's just a spirit pig's leg!"
Before the old monk finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and snatched half of the spirit pig leg from Tianjiu's hand. Then he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to eat without hesitation.
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"Amitabha! Po Chen, you disappoint me so much!" A deep Buddha's voice came, and it was like thunder in the ears of the old monk and Tianjiu.
The old monk Pochen Zhan stood up and turned around to look around. He saw a crowd of golden-orange people standing ten feet away from them. The leader was an old monk with a kind-faced face, a snow-white beard, and a heavy staff in his hand.
On one corner of the cassock, there are three small characters embroidered on it: 509.
Behind the old monk, there were more than a dozen majestic monks, most of whom were holding scepters. Judging from their appearance, they all had a good background. They should all be enlightened monks. Especially a middle-aged Yingying who was in his forties.
The sight of the monk made him even more frightened.
"Abbott... Abbot?! Why are you back so soon?" Old Monk Pochen shivered. The shiny pig leg bones were still held in his black hands. Under the sun, the bones shone with a dazzling halo.
"Amitabha, what a sin! Po Chen, you have worked hard in front of our gate for hundreds of years. Ku Deng has already remembered it in my heart. I was preparing to transfer you to the mountain. I didn't expect you to break the precepts! Oh, sin, sin!"
The bearded old monk shook his head and sighed.
The eagle-eyed monk's eyes flashed with a chilling light: "Bold! Po Chen, as a monk of our Famen Zen Temple, you have blatantly violated the precepts. You told me calmly before that you were violating the drinking precepts outside, but I was still doubtful. Now,
What else do you have to say?"
"Disciple, I have nothing to say! Disciple, I accept my punishment!" Old monk Pochen had a look of death on his face. He dropped the bones in his hand in panic and lowered his head as he said.
"Okay! Since you plead guilty, you will be punished for both crimes, one hundred palms and three hundred staffs, the first level of cultivation will be revoked, and the fine will be confiscated for ten years!" Monk Eagle Eye nodded fiercely.
"Hey, hey, hey! Are you too cruel? Forget about slaps, spankings, and punishment crystals. If you abolish the first level of cultivation, are you still a monk?" Tian Jiu suddenly jumped out, holding a jade pot in his hand, and his mouth was full of oil.
Xingdi roared.
"Uh? Who are you? Why are you dressed like this? And you are holding a wine flask. It really insults my Buddhist dignity!" Monk Eagle Eye looked at Tianjiu and shouted sharply.
"Boy, don't make trouble for the old man! Let's do a quick mob! He is Master Kuquan, the chief deacon of the Discipline Academy, and that is Abbot Kudeng of our Famen Temple. Behind them are all the abbots of the temples in the Holy Buddha City. Today, the old man
The first day I ate the third-grade soul pork, I was caught by the big guys. It seems that you are the bane of the old man. The old man admits his failure!" Old monk Pochen said anxiously, lowering his head to transmit the message.
"Ahem, cough, cough! Sir... no, master! The young monk, the wine-meat monk, came to Famen Temple to deliver the treasure." Tianjiu replied with sour teeth.
"Amitabha! Boy, if you continue to talk nonsense here, I will punish you on behalf of Heaven and destroy you, the evildoer!" Master Kuquan's eagle eyes flashed with cold light, revealing a trace of violent murderous intent.
"Execution for the sky? No way? I just drank a little wine, and I didn't rob money or sex, nor did I kill people or set fires. Master, aren't you a little too cruel? I don't understand the Buddha's will high enough!"
Tianjiu said, and took out a gray-black alms bowl. The alms bowl was shiny with oil, and there was a thick layer of dirt attached to it.
The old monk Pochen trembled and said pitifully: "Master Kuquan, please don't remember the faults of villains. Let this young monk go. He just came to Famen Temple to beg. He has not done any wrongdoing or violated any laws."
Any rules and regulations of this temple.”
"Amitabha! Po Chen, you no longer have the right to speak. If you don't shut up, I will do it for you in advance and abolish your first-level cultivation." Ku Quan frowned and snorted coldly, then slowly stretched out a finger.
out.
"Wait! Kuquan!" Abbot Kudeng, who was shaking his head and sighing, briefly glanced at Tianjiu. When he glanced at the alms bowl in Tianjiu's hand, he was suddenly shocked.
"Huh? Abbot, you don't agree with me punishing him?" Ku Quan was stunned.
Abbot Kudeng ignored Kuquan's question, but smiled and said: "Amitabha, little benefactor, what is your name?"
Tianjiu finally showed a joking expression in his eyes: "Master, I'm serving wine and meat to the monk! I took this alms bowl and came to your temple this morning to ask for some alms or to find a job. Unexpectedly, I was scolded by your disciples and even tried to beat up the young monk.
, Alas, Famen Temple, the highest temple in the young monk’s heart, suddenly collapsed!”
"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin! What kind of job does the fair-weather donor want?" Master Kudeng raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"Oh, forget it, forget it! I don't want your job anymore. I don't want to be a monk anymore. I just found out today that a monk can't eat meat, drink alcohol, or take concubines. It's too boring. I'll wait for a while
Go back and sell this broken alms bowl, get some crystal stones, and go home to raise pigs!"
"Boy, what are you talking about? Believe it or not, I will crush you to death!" Ku Quan was furious.
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