Chapter 2150 Do you monks have to chant scriptures when eating?
Gu Nuoer turned to look at the dark, windy night.
It was really a violent wave in the fierce river, which rocked the boat.
She half-closed her black eyelashes and thought in silence for a moment.
"Don't stop, keep moving forward."
The dream she had just now really made her a little uneasy.
The most urgent task is to rush to Xili as soon as possible to see the situation of Ling Tianyin and the others.
The boat was traveling on such a stormy day, and except for Gu Nuo'er, Ye Siming and Kong Jue, everyone else inevitably showed a trace of fear and worry.
Afraid that the boat would be damaged by the waves or sink.
However, the strange thing is that after Gu Nuo'er said it couldn't stop, within half an hour, the rain gradually decreased.
Until the next morning, although the sky was not clear, it was not raining anymore.
So the attendant at the helm sped up and hurried on.
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When Ye Siming was patrolling, he passed Kong Jue's cabin.
Through the open door, the young man saw that Kongjue was writing a letter on the table.
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does the seventh prince want to report the safety situation to the emperor?"
Kongjue raised his head and smiled gently at him: "No, I am writing to the abbot of the temple."
With that said, Kongjue came over and handed the letter over to him: "Excuse me, Lord Marquis, to help me mail it."
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 had been kidnapped by his fifth brother.
By the time the abbot reads this letter, he may already be in Xili.
Ye Siming took it smoothly: "I know."
That night, Gu Nuoer, Ye Siming and Kongjue had dinner together.
Looking at the delicious food on the table, Kongjue clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and whispered the name of the Buddha.
Ye Siming could pretend not to hear at first.
But despite his good hearing, even if Kongjue lowered his voice, he could hear his thoughts very clearly.
Those "Amitabha" sounds were like wooden sticks, hitting Ye Siming's head again and again.
After he gave Gu Nuoer a piece of meat, the young man couldn't bear it anymore and put down his chopsticks.
"As monks, do you have to recite sutras while eating?" Ye Siming gritted his teeth and asked quietly with cold eyes.
Kong Jue opened his eyes and looked at Ye Siming innocently.
He twirled the beads and said, "Not really."
Ye Siming's voice was cold: "If not, just put down the beads and eat well."
Kongjue glanced at the food on the table and said honestly: "I can't eat it. These meals all have a meaty taste."
Gu Nuoer quickly pushed the green vegetables in front of him: "Brother Qi, eat this!"
Facing his sister, Kong Jue smiled even deeper, but still shook his head.
"I just went to the kitchen and saw that the vegetables are fried in lard."
Gu Nuoer blinked her long eyelashes: "Then..."
Kongjue clasped his hands together, his smile filled with the radiance of Buddha-like love.
"It's okay. As long as my sister is happy with her meal, I will recite sutras for a while. I will feel full physically and mentally."
After saying that, Kongjue closed his eyes again, and the old god was reading scriptures on the ground.
Ye Siming's eyebrows furrowed even more when he heard this.
Monk is just unbearable!
He stood up suddenly and said coldly: "Wait!"
Gu Nuo'er and Kong Jue watched Ye Siming walk out, both of them confused.
After a while, Ye Siming came in with a bowl of dark green vegetable soup.
Gu Nuoer and Kongjue poked their heads over to check suspiciously.
In the vegetable soup, the dark green vegetable leaves look strange, and there are a few pieces of tofu in the soup, which smells quite fragrant.
Ye Siming placed the soup bowl in front of Kong Jue.
"Eat this, I asked the cook to only add salt."
Kong Jue took a sip with a skeptical attitude, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"This soup is delicious, and it's all vegetarian. It's exactly what I like. Thank you, Marquis Yongye, for your hard work, Amitabha."