Chapter 2150 Do you monks have to chant scriptures when eating?
Gu Nuoer turned to the dark night and the storm.
It was really a fierce wave of rivers, shaking the boat.
She half-drink her eyes and thought in silence.
"Stop, keep moving forward."
The dream she had just had really made her feel a little nervous.
It is urgent to rush to Xili as soon as possible to see Ling Tianyin and the others' situation.
The boat was walking in such a strong wind and waves. Except for Gu Nuoer, Ye Siming and Kongjue, the rest of the people could not help but show a hint of fear and worry.
I am afraid that the ship will be damaged by the river, and I am afraid that the ship will sink.
However, what is bizarre is that since Gu Nuoer said that he could not stop, the rain has gradually become smaller in just half an hour.
Until the next morning, although the sky had not cleared, it was still not raining.
So, the entourage in the helm speeds up and rushes.
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While Ye Siming was patrolling, he passed by the Hung Ai ship.
Through the open door, the boy saw that Kong Ji was writing a letter on the table.
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does the Seventh Prince want to report his safety to the emperor?"
Kongjue looked up and smiled gently at him: "No, I am writing to the abbot of the temple."
As he said that, Kongjue came over and handed the letter forward: "I'm sorry, the Marquis, send it for me."
Ye Siming glanced at the contents of the letter.
Kongjue told the abbot that he suddenly disappeared, not because he had escaped from the temple, but because he was kidnapped by his fifth brother.
When the abbot saw this letter, perhaps he was already in Xili.
Ye Siming took it over: "I understand."
That night, Gu Nuoer, Ye Siming and Kongjue had dinner together.
Looking at the table of delicacies, Kongjue closed his hands together, closed his eyes, and whispered and chanted the Buddha's name.
Ye Siming could still pretend that he didn't hear it at first.
But because of his good ears, Kongjue could hear it very clearly even if he lowered his voice.
The sounds of "Amitabha" were like wooden sticks, hitting Ye Siming's head one after another.
After he picked up a piece of meat for Gu Nuoer, the boy could no longer bear it and put down his chopsticks.
"You monks are you, and you have to recite scriptures when you are eating?" Ye Siming gritted his teeth and asked in a cold manner.
Kongjue opened his eyes and looked at Ye Siming innocently.
He twisted the Buddhist beads: "Not that."
Ye Siming's voice was cold: "You don't just put down the Buddhist beads and have a good meal."
Kongjue glanced at the food on the table and said honestly: "I can't eat it, these foods are all made of meat."
Gu Nuoer quickly pushed Qingcai in front of him: "Brother Seven, eat this!"
Facing her sister, Kongjue smiled even deeper, but she still shook her head.
"I just went to the kitchen and saw that the vegetables were fried with lard."
Gu Nuoer blinked her long eyelashes: "Then..."
Kongjue clasped his hands together, and his smile was filled with the brilliance of love like Buddha.
"It's okay, my sister will be happy to eat. I will recite the scriptures for a while and my body and mind will be full."
After saying that, Kongjue closed his eyes again, and the old God was reciting the scriptures on the ground.
Ye Siming frowned even harder when he heard this.
Monk, it’s just unbearable!
He suddenly stood up and left a cold sentence: "Wait!"
Gu Nuoer and Kongjue watched Ye Siming walk out, but they were both confused.
After a while, Ye Siming came in with a bowl of dark green vegetable soup.
Gu Nuoer and Kongjue leaned over and checked suspiciously.
In the vegetable soup, the dark green leaves look strange, and a few pieces of tofu were added to the soup, which smelled quite fragrant.
Ye Siming placed the soup bowl in front of Kongjue.
"Eat this, I asked the chef to just add salt."
Kong Jue took a slight taste with a suspicious attitude, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"This soup is delicious, and it's all vegetarian. It's even my heart. Yongyehou, thank you for your hard work, Amitabha."