"You can't just guess out of thin air." Jingxu said with a straight face: "Our seniors in the Buddhist sect are absolutely not allowed to blaspheme."
Wu Jinpeng's face twitched several times: "Okay, okay. I was the one who said what I said. Master, please don't blame me. I won't say anything anymore..." Wu Jinpeng lingered in the room for a while, then patted his butt and left.
After Wu Jinpeng left, Jingxu took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed and began to chant sutras and practice Buddhism.
…
In a dark little house.
Wu Jinpeng and Lang Yizheng gathered together and whispered.
"Lang Yi, did you really put the medicinal powder into the incense burner in Jingxu Tudu's room?" Wu Jinpeng asked worriedly.
"Of course I put it. I put a full package." Lang Yi said with certainty.
Wu Jinpeng breathed a sigh of relief: "That will be easy."
"Brother Wu, what is the effect of that packet of medicinal powder you gave me?" Lang Yi couldn't help but ask.
Wu Jinpeng chuckled: "You really want to know."
The wolf nodded: "I think."
"Come closer. I'll tell you." Wu Jinpeng curled his fingers.
The wolf quickly put his ears up.
Wu Jinpeng whispered a few words into Lang Yi's ear.
"Ah." Lang was stunned for a moment. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and said, "Brother Wu, that Jingxu is also a monk in the late stage of spiritual transformation. He can be fooled."
"Don't worry." Wu Jinpeng said confidently: "That packet of medicinal powder is prepared with dozens of precious elixirs. Don't even think about it being a monk in the late stage of divine transformation. Even a great monk in the tribulation stage is here.
See through... these are not my nonsense. They have been proven through experiments."
"It's really that powerful." Lang Yi didn't quite believe it.
Wu Jinpeng grinned: "Let me tell you this. The packet of medicinal powder is colorless and odorless. It slowly penetrates into the body through breathing. There is nothing abnormal at first. But as time goes by, the miraculous effects of the medicinal powder will slowly appear...
…By the time Jingxu Bald Donkey wakes up, it will be too late.”
"Then...Jingxu Bald Donkey won't die in the end. You must know that Jingxu is the abbot of the Buddhist sect. If he dies in the Tianshan sect, it is estimated that the entire Buddhist sect will not give up." Lang Yi said worriedly.
Wu Jinpeng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry. That packet of medicinal powder is not poisonous. It will only enhance certain abilities of a person...it will not kill anyone."
"How long does it take for the medicinal powder to show its effect?" Lang Yi asked.
Wu Jinpeng thought for a while: "It will take at least half a month. We just have to wait patiently."
"Okay. I'm just waiting to see the show." Lang Yi laughed.
…
Time flies so fast. Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the past ten days, Jingxu has been a little depressed. I don’t know why. He feels a little irritable every day. He can’t calm down to practice or chant sutras. At first, Jingxu thought it was his emotional problem, so he deliberately adjusted his mood. Who
I know it still doesn't work.
"What's wrong with you?" Jingxu frowned.
"Dong dong dong." There was a slight sound coming from the door.
"Come in." Jingxu took a deep breath, raised her head and shouted towards the door.
"Creak." The door was pushed open. Wu Jinpeng, smelling of alcohol, wandered in.
Jingxu glanced at Wu Jinpeng: "Donor Wu, you have been drinking."
"Uh..." Wu Jinpeng burped. The whole room was suddenly filled with the strong smell of alcohol.
Jingxu frowned and waved his sleeves to dispel the smell of alcohol in front of his eyes.
"Master, I'm sorry... I have a social event today, so I drank a few more drinks... Don't take it personally... uh..." As he spoke, Wu Jinpeng burped again.
"Almsgiver Wu, I have finished explaining the Buddhist magic to you. I wonder what else you have come here for." Jingxu spoke while reaching out to disperse the smell of alcohol around her.
"Ah, nothing happened. I just... uh... came... uh... to visit the master... uh..." Before he could finish his sentence, Wu Jinpeng burped several times in succession. The whole room was filled with excitement. Filled with the strong smell of alcohol.
Jingxu gradually couldn't stand it anymore: "Since there's nothing wrong, please come back. I still want to recite sutras." At first, Jingxu asked about the smell of wine. She was very disgusted. But after smelling it for a long time, she felt something in her heart. It gave Jingxu a very strange feeling, a feeling that Jingxu couldn't describe. In short, Jingxu gradually became less repulsive to the smell of wine. He also vaguely liked the smell of wine.
"Ah. Master wants to recite sutras... Then I won't disturb you..." Wu Jinpeng smiled apologetically, turned around and walked out of the room.
After Wu Jinpeng left, Jingxu hurriedly waved his sleeves to drive away all the alcohol that filled the room. After doing all this, a layer of sweat broke out on Jingxu's forehead. Jingxu breathed out gently: "Myself What's going on? Why has my state of mind become so unstable? Just now, I actually wanted to...drink...Amitabha...a sin. What a sin." Jingxu proclaimed the Buddha's name. She immediately put her hands together and closed her eyes to start. Chanting sutras.
…
Within the next few days.
Wu Jinpeng went to Jingxu's house almost every day. Every time, Wu Jinpeng smelled of alcohol. Occasionally, he would hold a chicken leg or a bottle of wine in his hand...
In the first few days, Jingxu was very disgusted with Wu Jinpeng's drunk appearance. But as the number of contacts increased, Jingxu was no longer so repelled by Wu Jinpeng's drunk appearance. And every time when Wu Jinpeng was not paying attention, Jingxu They would involuntarily twitch their noses to breathe in the smell of alcohol in the air...
That afternoon, Wu Jinpeng came to chat with Jingxu as usual. When he came, he still had half a jar of wine in his hand. After chatting for a while, Wu Jinpeng said goodbye and left. I wonder if Wu Jinpeng forgot. Before leaving, unexpectedly. I didn't take away the half jar of wine.
The most peculiar thing is that Jingxu also pretended not to see it and did not remind Wu Jinpeng who left.
"Bang." Wu Jinpeng closed the door, hummed a self-composed ditty, and walked away swaying.
Jingxu looked at the wine jar on the table. His eyes were struggling. At this moment, two thoughts were constantly fighting in Jingxu's heart. One of the thoughts was to let Jingxu drink. The other thought was to stop Jingxu from drinking.
"Take a sip. The wine tastes so good."
"You can't drink. Jingxu. You are the abbot of the Buddhist sect. How can you break the precept and drink alcohol?"
"Just take a sip. It doesn't matter."
"Not even a drop. Buddhists are not allowed to drink alcohol."
"Drink. It's okay. No one will know."
"If you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself... There is no impermeable wall in this world."
…
The two thoughts kept arguing in Jingxu's heart. The quarrel was so loud that Jingxu almost collapsed.