A monk walked up to Huang Mo, clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, almsgiver. Abbot, please tell me."
"Ah? Okay!" Huang Mo was a little confused at first as to why the monk came to him, but when he heard that it was the abbot who wanted to talk to him, he immediately agreed with a face of surprise.
Her husband's surname was Xie, and she changed her surname to Xie after they got married.
Under the leadership of the monk, Huang Mo walked through a long corridor and came to the deepest part of the temple, where the abbot practices his practice.
The monk brought Huang Mo to the door and stopped. He turned around and said to Huang Mo: "Thank you, donor. I will take you here, little monk, so I will leave first."
Huang Mo also clasped his hands together and politely thanked: "Thank you for leading the way."
The monk nodded and then left. When passing by Huang Mo, Huang Mo noticed that the new monk was smiling.
For some reason, this smile was so captivating in Huang Mo's eyes that it made her shiver.
But soon she stopped thinking about it and just thought that the monk had thought of something happy.
Huang Mo knocked lightly on the wooden door and whispered: "Master Jingrong, I am Xie Mo."
"Hiss!" Huang Mo's first response was a tearing sound, which made her feel a little uneasy.
Huang Mo thought to himself: "Why is there such a sound inside?"
The voice inside disappeared after Huang Mo finished speaking. About a few seconds later, her familiar voice came out: "Thank you, donor, please come in."
The gentle and mellow voice dispelled Huang Mo's worries, it must have been an auditory hallucination just now.
Huang Mo was born in a merchant family and was a child of a wealthy family. He donated a lot of sesame oil money every month and was considered a major benefactor of Kurong Temple.
She has known Master Jingrong for ten years. In her heart, Master Jingrong has always been an eminent monk.
Not only is he elegant in conversation and kind-hearted, he also often helps Huang Mo answer his questions.
However, the moment Huang Mo opened the door, she was stunned.
What did she see? The abbot was eating meat?
A plate was placed on the ground with several pieces of bloody meat on it, and Master Jingrong, whom she was familiar with, was holding a piece of bloody meat in his mouth and tearing it apart.
The scene in front of him made Huang Mo suspect that he was having a nightmare.
She felt that her world view had collapsed.
"Squeak, snap!" The wooden door behind Huang Mo was pushed by an unknown force and closed on its own.
Real vision and hearing made Huang Mo know that he was not dreaming.
She asked tremblingly: "Jing...Master Jingrong, what are you doing?"
"Ah? This?" When Huang Mo asked, Master Jingrong finally stopped tearing the fat in his mouth.
He said matter-of-factly: "As you can see, thanks to the almsgiver, the poor monk is eating meat."
The strange scene made Huang Mo feel cold. She should have turned around and ran away.
But when she heard Master Jingrong's so-called tone of voice, she couldn't bear it anymore and reprimanded loudly: "You are a monk! How can you eat meat?!"
She felt that her faith had been betrayed and her faith in life was shaken.
However, the next second, Master Jingrong came behind her and hugged her, and placed the piece of bloody flesh in front of her nose.
The fishy smell poured into Huang Mo's nostrils and hit Tianling Gai, making her feel nauseous.
Master Jingrong put his face next to Huang Mo's ear and asked softly: "Thank you, donor."
Hearing his words, Huang Mo almost fainted from fright, and his legs were trembling when he stood up straight.
But she still mustered up the courage, turned around and shouted to Master Jingrong: "You are not Master Jingrong! Who are you?"
She did not believe that the once kind and kind Master Jingrong would be like this. The person in front of her must be a fake.
"Ah, you discovered me."
"Master Jingrong" didn't pretend, and just threw the meat on his hand to the ground.
Because compared with the delicious taste in front of him, the piece of meat he ate was as low-grade as the smelly salted fish picked from the garbage dump.
Under Huang Mo's horrified gaze, Master Jingrong's kind-hearted face suddenly distorted, like a lump of mud that had been kneaded at will, and finally turned into a fat monk with big ears and lewd eyes.
"Monster...monster!" Huang Mo was so frightened that he fell to the ground, supporting his body with both hands and kept retreating.
The monk seemed to be teasing Huang Mo. Every time she took a step back, he took a step forward until Huang Mo retreated to the corner with no way to retreat.
"What did you do to Master Jingrong?"
To the monk's surprise, Huang Mo still cared about others at this time.
In order to make the food in front of him more delicious, the monk directly helped Huang Mo to clarify: "Of course it went into the poor monk's stomach."
As if that was not enough, he continued: "Eighty people in the temple were all eaten by the poor monks."
Even Huang Mo, who had received a good upbringing since childhood, couldn't bear it anymore and yelled loudly: "You bastard! The immortals will definitely not let you go!"
"Hahaha!" Huang Mo's words directly made the monk laugh.
It's ridiculous that these meat animals born in the pig prison don't know who their master is.
The monk said with a proud look on his face: "The poor monk is the immortal you call me. Remember the poor monk's name. The poor monk is called Master Heyin. Remember to speak to the King of Hell when you go down."
Then he came to Huang Mo and held him tightly.
As if fascinated, Master Heyin touched Huang Mo's jade-like hands, which were as smooth as jade, with no fingers touching the spring water, and then touched her crying face, which looked like pear blossoms with raindrops and flowers like jade.
Master Heyin said to himself worriedly: "Where should I start eating?"
At this time, Huang Mo struggled desperately, but Master Heyin's strength was astonishing, and she was unable to resist at all.
Huang Mo finally chose to close her eyes and wait for death. She didn't expect this day to come so quickly.
At this moment, there was not much fear in her heart.
Master Jingrong once told her that coming to this world is a spiritual practice, and she has always believed this.
It’s not a bad thing to end it early and start the next practice session.
The faith in her heart makes her fearless, but she always has some regrets in her heart: her newborn child, her husband who will go to Beijing to take the exam this year, and her elderly parents.
Master Heyin looked at Huang Mo in surprise. He found that the mortal in front of him was really not afraid of death?
In so many years, this was the first time he met someone like Huang Mo. Which mortal had not been so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy?
Unexpectedly, this woman could be so strong-willed and not even say a word to beg for mercy.
But that's the delicious part about her.
When he thought of this, Master Heyin licked his lips, and his nausea flowed out.
An evil thought arose in his heart. He wanted to make the woman in front of him feel uneasy until she died.
Then Master Heyin laughed and said: "Hahaha, thanks to the donor, do you think you can enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss after death, or be reincarnated as a human being?"
His words made Huang Mo's eyes widen. What did the monster want to say?