Udanhua cast a spell and put the lotus flowers into his sleeves intact.
She blinked at Mu Fusheng and said, "There is a wine shop in front of me. I am in a very good mood today. Let's go and have a drink with me."
It was rare to see Youtanhua looking so cunning. Mu Fusheng was stunned for a moment: "Senior, little monk..."
Before he finished speaking, Youtanhua had already walked out, and Mu Fusheng had no choice but to follow.
Looking from a distance, there are several red flags hanging at the door of the wine shop with the word "wine" written on them. Before even approaching the wine shop, the intoxicating aroma of wine is already hitting your nose.
"Amitabha." Mu Fusheng paused for a moment, and then he followed Utanhua into the wine shop.
Buddhist cultivators are rare guests in wine shops, so as soon as Mu Fusheng entered, he attracted everyone's attention.
These people were about to say something sarcastic when they took a closer look and saw that the two of them had such extraordinary looks. One was a Taoist cultivator who was fresh and refined, with an air of immortality, and the other was a Buddhist cultivator who was ethereal and refined, with bright eyebrows and starry eyes. They looked like they were drawn from paintings.
The words that come out of the book are stuck in the mouth.
The waiter in the shop was the most discerning and immediately came to greet me: "Two guests, please come inside. We have a window seat on the second floor."
Youtanhua waved his hands indifferently: "It's okay, we'll just sit here."
After that, the two of them found an empty table and sat down.
"Okay, what do you two want to drink?"
Youtanhua said: "Two altars of the best Nuerhong, and then two of your best dishes to go with the wine."
"Okay," the waiter turned to Mu Fusheng naturally, "Where are you, sir?"
The waiter thought to himself: This extraordinary-looking guy can’t be a fair-weather monk.
"Young monk and this Taoist nun can eat together." Mu Fusheng said calmly.
The waiter was stunned for a moment: He was really a fair-weather monk. He had really made a mistake and lost his good skin.
But he immediately put on a professional smile and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you two to go."
The food and drinks arrived quickly. You Tanhua poured a glass for Mu Fusheng and then filled it for himself.
She looked at Mu Fusheng's expression, and it didn't look like he was resisting. Then she shook the wine glass in her hand and said teasingly: "Little monk, you are really well informed today."
"After the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha remains in his heart. It's okay, senior, the young monk will accompany you." Mu Fusheng thought for a while and said calmly.
Utanhua choked for a moment, and then said: "Do you know the next sentence: If people in the world imitate me, it will be like entering the path of demons. Be careful one day to become a Buddha and a demon."
Mu Fusheng clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, just stick to your original intention. Becoming a Buddha, a demon, and a demon are all the creation of the little monk."
Youtanhua's eyes dimmed and he said, "You are quite open-minded."
She raised her head and drank a cup casually, but she smiled bitterly in her heart: I was born with a demonic body, with its own red lotus karma fire. Gods and Buddhas have no way to do it. I can only fall into the devil. Is this my destiny?
Mu Fusheng saw Youtanhua's subtle emotional changes in his eyes. He took a drink and thought to himself: Senior, when will you open your heart to me?
At this time, several people at the next table seemed to be getting drunk, and their voices became louder and louder as their glasses clinked.
A big man said drunkenly: "Hey, have you heard about Beiming?"
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have something to say, say it quickly. What's the point?" shouted a man who was traveling with him.
"An evil dragon came there six months ago. The evil dragon was as long as a street. It was entrenched in Beiming and refused to leave. It turned Beiming upside down. If the local residents want to survive and not be drowned by the flood, they must
A pair of 16-year-old boy and girl are donated every month. I heard that this evil dragon is not afraid of men and women..."
"Hey, are you making up a story?" someone else questioned.
The big man was anxious: "Why am I lying to you? My aunt is from Beiming. She brought her daughter all the way to join me the day before yesterday. She said she was afraid that her daughter would be sent to the evil dragon. How can this be false?"
Upon hearing this, Youtanhua and Mu Fusheng looked at each other in tacit understanding.
A young man next to him who looked like a well-mannered man said: "But if there is really an evil dragon causing trouble, why would Buddhist and Taoist cultivators not care about it?"
As soon as these words came out, several people were stunned for a moment. Indeed, being able to subdue the evil dragon would definitely greatly improve one's cultivation level.
The big man suppressed his blush and said angrily: "You nerd, how do I know! Maybe they can't beat them, but I'm not lying anyway!"
Youtanhua drank another cup and raised his voice a little higher: "Little monk, tell me, if this matter is true, why do Buddhist and Taoist cultivators not care about it?"
When the people at the next table heard this, they couldn't help but look over.
Mu Fusheng thought for a while and said: "First of all, this evil dragon must be very powerful and not easy to subdue."
Youtanhua drank another drink and nodded.
Mu Fusheng continued: "Furthermore, the Taoist cultivator in Nanyang is weak and the Buddhist cultivator is booming. For the Taoist cultivator, it is thankless to fight the evil dragon. In the end, it is very likely that both sides will lose. The bamboo basket will be in vain, and the Buddhist cultivator will be married in vain.
Clothes, and for Buddhists, if the evil dragon is causing trouble, more people will go to the temple to pray, which will intensify the temple's incense."
"Yes, although Buddhist cultivators can gain huge karma by subduing evil dragons to improve their cultivation, the uncertainty is huge. If they are not careful, they will end up dead, which is far inferior to a steady stream of incense.
Realistically." Youtanhua raised his eyebrows.
There was more appreciation in her eyes. Mu Fusheng was not an idiot who just chanted Buddha's name. Such a person with seven orifices and exquisite heart eliminated distracting thoughts and insisted on Buddha's heart. He was worthy of being a disciple of Buddha.