This pagoda seems to have been covered in dust for too long, with mottled marks and dust.
Although the outside of the pagoda has been turned upside down by the war, the inside of the pagoda is quite peaceful. A Buddhist candle is lit on the top, casting a full light.
Feng Feiyun climbed along the wooden stairs and finally climbed to the top of the pagoda. He encountered no formations or unknown creatures along the way, which was completely unexpected.
But when he climbed to the top of the pagoda, everything was even more beyond his expectation.
"Crack!"
There was a pile of flames burning on the wooden floor, and an iron rod was riding on top of the flames to drive a huge scorpion, about the size of a human head. The scorpion had been roasted to a brown color, emitting white smoke and emitting a meaty aroma.
The person roasting the scorpions was a great monk. This great monk was eight feet tall and had a burly body. The shackles on his body were very wide, exposing most of his chest.
I saw tattoos on his chest. On the left was a black dragon with teeth and claws, and on the right was a ferocious white tiger.
A monk actually has tattoos on his body, which makes him look like a gang leader.
What's more, the great monk also used his Zen staff as a tool to grill scorpion meat. His arms as thick as buckets were rotating while grilling meat and drinking heavily.
The meat-and-wine monk sat on the wooden board without any scruples, turned his fat face, and gave Feng Feiyun a smile that he thought was friendly, but in Feng Feiyun's eyes, that smile was like
A butcher was sneering ferociously.
"Brother Feiyun, this monk won't let me go, please save me!" Feng Jianxue huddled in the corner, obviously extremely afraid of the great monk.
Feng Feiyun glanced slightly, then bowed his hands and said respectfully: "Senior is a Buddhist, why do you want to embarrass a little girl? This is not the way of a Buddhist."
The great monk raised his head and looked over again, and said with a smile: "Little donor, this is wrong. What do you see in me that has the behavior of a Buddhist?"
As soon as the great monk opened his mouth, people were even more surprised. His voice was old and powerful, like a dying old man, which was completely inconsistent with his sturdy body.
"This..." Feng Feiyun was furious for a moment. This fair-weather monk looked like a ferocious monk at first glance, and if he could come to the temple and pagoda, he must be a strong man with profound cultivation, but he must not be angered.
.
Since you can't get hard, you can only get soft.
Feng Feiyun laughed and walked over while observing the environment in the pagoda.
There is a Buddhist candle lit in the center of this pagoda. I don’t know what the Buddha candle is made of, but it never goes out.
In addition to the Buddhist candle, there is also a picture engraved on the wall. The engraved picture is of an accomplished monk, wearing white Buddhist robes, holding a blue dragon eye-like Buddha bead, and a pair of Buddha eye belts.
With infinite sadness.
Although it is just an engraved picture, the sadness is real, and anyone who sees this picture cannot help but be affected by it.
"It's cooked, it's cooked, girl, do you want to eat it?" the great monk shouted.
Feng Jianxue just took one look at the scorpion and felt so sick that she wanted to vomit. Naturally, she shook her head desperately and closed her eyes tightly, obviously unwilling to look at it.
"Hey! It's a pity that no one dares to share this delicacy with the poor monk." The great monk stamped his head, obviously very disappointed.
"I'm here to share the delicious food with you, senior." Feng Feiyun sat next to the great monk, pulled off the scorpion tail from the Zen staff, and threw it directly into his mouth.
Originally, he thought the scorpion meat would be extremely unpalatable, but after chewing it twice, he found it very delicious.
"Good meat, senior is indeed a master of barbecue." Feng Feiyun praised from the bottom of his heart.
"Haha! The meat grilled by my wine-meat monk is naturally the best in the world. Even the chef from Yixiaolou, the richest man in Shendu, can't grill it as beautifully as I do." The great monk also laughed, obviously he liked others to praise his barbecue.
beautiful.
Feng Feiyun was surprised and said: "Senior's name is Meat and Wine Monk?"
"Otherwise, otherwise." The great monk shook his head repeatedly.
Feng Feiyun couldn't help laughing at himself, how could he ask such a stupid question? How could there be a monk in the world called a meat-and-wine monk?
"The poor monk's dharma title is 'wine and meat'." The wine and meat monk said very seriously.
puff!
Feng Feiyun almost vomited out the scorpion meat he had just eaten. This great monk was really called a meat-and-wine monk!
The wine-meat monk stood by the fire, with a round face and a solemn expression, as if he was reminiscing about something, and said: "My master brought me into Cangsheng Temple back then, and he passed away before he could even give me a Buddhist name. This "wine-meat" Buddhist name
, I actually went there by myself."
Which big temple is Cangsheng Temple? Feng Feiyun has never heard of it, he just thought it was just another stupid monk.
Feng Feiyun always felt that this fair-weather monk was a little nervous and didn't want to spend any more time with him. He said: "Senior is a master of Buddhism. How could he imprison a little girl like this? If this important matter spreads, it will not only affect your life, master
Reputation affects Cangsheng Temple’s reputation even more!”
Feng Feiyun explained the powerful relationship to the fair-weather monk with serious words, hoping to save this Buddhist scum.
The fair-weather monk seemed to be reminiscing in his heart, his voice was old and long, and he sighed: "Cangsheng Temple has sunk into the ground for more than 1,800 years, and there is only one poor monk left in Cangsheng Temple. Even if the poor monk's reputation is ruined, he still has to accept this
If the girl is my disciple, I will teach her the Dharma of Cangsheng Temple and pass on the incense of Cangsheng Temple. Otherwise, how can this poor monk have the honor to see the Master after his death?"
"What? This temple is Cangsheng Temple?" Feng Feiyun was quite surprised.
"What? You want to accept me as your disciple? Be a female monk?" Feng Jianxue shook her head vigorously. She would not even dare to shave her head and become a monk. How ugly that would be! There is absolutely no room for discussion on this matter.
The meat-and-potatoes monk nodded and said: "You have a predestined relationship with the Buddha and possess the innate Buddha bones. It would be a pity if you don't take refuge in my Buddha. Besides, I won't let you become a female monk!"
"What's that for?" Feng Feiyun also frowned. Naturally, he didn't want Feng Jianxue to become a monk.
"Female nun!" The meat-and-wine monk took another swig, his throat rumbling as he swallowed the wine.
Both Feng Feiyun and Feng Jianxue were completely speechless about this monk. Even if they wanted to accept a disciple, they should have found a man who was devoted to Buddhism, but instead they found a pretty girl like Feng Jianxue.
It’s simply harming people!
But Feng Feiyun could also tell that this meat-and-wine monk did have some stubbornness. Although he seemed carefree and drank and ate meat, his personality was very stubborn. Once he made up his mind, it was difficult to change.
"I don't want to be a female nun, just kill me!" Feng Yanxue stamped her feet hard, wanting to kick the meat-and-wine monk on the head.
"It's a sin! It's a sin! As a master, I never kill any living thing, not even ants." The meat-and-wine monk said as he took another bite of scorpion meat.
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "Did the scorpion in the senior's hand hit the wall and die?"
"Otherwise, otherwise, he was roasted to death, not what the poor monk said." The fair-weather monk said it very frankly and seriously, with a vague look of sadness in his eyes.
But this feeling of sadness soon disappeared, and he began to eat meat and drink heavily again.
Feng Feiyun thought he was a bit ruffian and had done many rogue things, but today he was completely defeated by this fair-weather monk.
"Boom!"
The entire pagoda was shaking violently, and the battle outside became more and more terrifying. Countless sword energies were flying in the sky, breaking holes in the pagodas and cutting off the bronze Buddha statues.
However, these sword energy cannot enter within ten feet of this pagoda. Once it hits, it will be offset by an invisible force and turn into wisps of smoke.
Feng Feiyun opened the window of the pagoda and looked outside. He saw three giants at the level of giants already attacking Huangni Ancient Well with all their strength.
The ancient Huangni Well is still unbroken, and streams of Qi Li are coming out, condensed into sword energy to fight in all directions.
"Senior, you are the last monk in Cangsheng Temple. Do you know what is the secret in the ancient yellow mud well?" Feng Feiyun asked curiously.
After the wine-meat monk heard the question, he became more serious. He put down the scorpion meat in his hand, then looked at the sad picture on the wall, and then said slowly: "That well is buried in
A woman, more than 1,800 years ago, in order to save this woman, the abbot of Cansheng Temple killed all the monks in Cansheng Temple, refined the life essence of a large temple, and refined the spring of immortality.
This will extend the life of that woman."
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