Murong Fu was stunned. This monk couldn't be a fool. "I'm not a monk, of course I have a head."
"Oh, so you are from outside." The fat monk seemed to suddenly realize.
At this time, there were faint footsteps outside the cave. Murong Fu subconsciously looked towards the entrance of the cave. When he looked back, the fat monk had disappeared. Murong Fu was a little strange. Did he make a mistake? This is also a great master?
After a while, two young monks came in from the cave entrance, carrying a food box in their hands. Seeing Murong Fu here, they asked in surprise: "Why is Mr. Murong here?"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "I'm here to see if I have the wisdom to understand the scriptures left by Patriarch Bodhidharma. What are you doing?"
"Oh, let's bring food to Grandmaster's uncle."
As he spoke, he seemed to think of something and shouted into the cave: "Uncle Grand Master...Uncle Grand Master..."
After a while, there was only echo in the cave and no one answered.
One of the young monks turned around and looked at Murong Fu: "Mr. Murong, have you seen our great uncle?"
"What does your great uncle look like?"
The little monk didn't know how to describe it for a moment and said: "It's just...a very fat monk."
Murong Fu felt very strange, "Uncle Taishi! How high is that generation?" So he asked:
"What is the name of your Grand Master's uncle?"
"I don't know. I just know that we all call him Great Uncle."
"Then how old is your Grand Master's uncle?" Murong Fu asked next.
The young monk shook his head, "I don't know, but it seems that in the past few years, my great uncle has become younger and younger."
"Little Master, what is your name?"
"My name is Xu Qing." The young monk replied.
"I'm the uncle of the great master, isn't that fat monk at least the spiritual generation? But how could he be so young?" Murong Fu calculated in his mind and stirred up a storm.
That fat monk looked like he could never be over forty, but he was actually a master of the Ling generation, at least one generation higher than Abbot Xuanci. Could it be that he was a descendant from another generation?
Thinking of all the weird things the fat monk had done before, Murong Fu was sure that he had met an expert again. This expert was probably no worse than the sweeping monk.
"Mr. Murong? Mr. Murong?" The young monk interrupted Murong Fu's meditation.
"Oh, I have never met your great uncle." Murong Fu replied casually.
Xu Qing was a little disappointed, but he seemed to be used to it. Then he turned to the other young monk and shook his head, put down the food box, turned and left. When he walked to the door, he turned back and said: "Master Murong's meals have been delivered to the master's meditation room."
"Well, I understand."
After the little monk left, Murong Fu was full of surprise and searched the cave carefully, but there was no trace of the fat monk at all. In the end, Murong Fu had no choice but to leave.
Not long after leaving Bodhidharma Cave, he suddenly found a meat ball hiding behind a tree. Who was it if it wasn't the fat monk? Murong Fu ran over happily, "Senior..."
Before the words could be spoken, the fat monk put a finger to his mouth and whispered:
"Shh! Don't tell them I'm here, I don't want to be bothered by them. You can secretly feed me whatever delicious food you have! It's been a long time since I've had good meat, I really miss it!"
Murong Fu asked in surprise: "Can monks eat meat?"
This sentence seemed to have caught the fat monk's sore feet, and he said angrily: "Monks can't eat meat or meat. It's all nonsense! Do you know what the Buddha meant when he said meat? This meat
It’s just garlic, green onions, onions and stuff like that, not meat! A bunch of brainless people! They’re just talking nonsense!”
Murong Fu looked surprised. This monk was really a top-notch monk, but then he felt something in his heart and said, "Master, please wait a moment, I will prepare the meat for you."
The fat monk suddenly beamed and said, "Go back quickly." Seeing his appearance, Murong Fu thought to himself: "He changes his face so fast."
Murong Fu originally wanted to hunt some wild game, but after walking all over the back mountain, he couldn't find any animals. He couldn't help but slap his forehead, thinking that such a meat-eating monk lived here, and he would have been eaten up long ago, so he took up Qinggong and went down the mountain.
And go.
More than half an hour later, Murong Fu returned to the place where the fat monk was still waiting for him. Without saying much, Murong Fu slaughtered and washed the two rabbits he had caught and roasted them on the spot.
During the whole process, the fat monk looked at him with a smile, and there was still a trace of saliva at the corner of his mouth. He did not look like a master at all. Murong Fu also doubted his judgment many times, but now that the matter was over, he should stop it.
The golden hare was dripping with oil and the aroma was overflowing. The fat monk said, "This meat... is ready to eat!" He stretched out his finger to poke the rabbit meat, then put it in his mouth and licked it.
This was already the third time he had done this action. Murong Fu looked at him contemptuously and said, "Master, don't worry, it will be over soon."
The fat monk pouted, "You haven't eaten meat for more than ten years, so you don't know how to be anxious."
Murong Fu rolled his eyes: "I'm not a monk, and I've never seen any monk think about eating meat every day like you." But he couldn't say this out loud.
After a while, Murong Fu took off the hare. Before he could say anything, the hare in his hand disappeared. The fat monk had already bitten the hare. This miraculous technique had never been seen before.
Murong Fu was even more certain in his mind that this was an expert. Combined with what the sweeping monk said, the Marrow Cleansing Sutra can rejuvenate youth, and in this monk's case, he might have practiced the Marrow Washing Sutra.
Murong Fu looked at him speechlessly until he finished eating the hare. While licking the oil stains on his hands, he sighed: "It's been a long time since I've eaten such delicious meat. It's just a little missing. It would be better if I had some wine."
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Murong Fu saw the opportunity and said, "I can prepare more barbecue and wine like this for the master."
When the fat monk heard that there was still more, he suddenly smiled. His two small eyes narrowed into a slit, and the fat on his face was almost piled together. He rubbed his hands and said, "This...that..."
Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "Master, you have to give me something in exchange."
The fat monk touched his head and looked around as if he didn't know what to exchange for it. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he picked up the yellow withered bamboo and handed it to Murong Fu.
Murong Fu was dumbfounded at first, and then he looked shocked. He didn't pay much attention to the dead bamboo in Bodhidharma Cave before, but now he took a closer look and saw that the whole dead bamboo was golden and shining in the sun.
The texture is clearly visible, and there seems to be subtle electric light flowing through it.
There is a bamboo knot at one end of the withered bamboo, which looks like a Buddha sitting on a lotus. It is extremely mysterious. What kind of dead bamboo is this? It is clearly a golden bamboo, which may be comparable to a magical weapon.
It's a pity that although Murong Fu had learned the stick method, he didn't like stick weapons. Besides, he had other things to ask of him now, so he had no choice but to reluctantly give up.