Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 238 Presumed life experience (thanks, three more)

An Qingli took the roasted monster leg and ate half of it with Ji Xiaopeng.

Fragrant!
Really fragrant!

Ji Xiaopeng ate to his heart's content. Sure enough, he still prefers meaty meat to plain vegetarian dishes.

He was used to eating monster meat, so it was really difficult to change his taste for a while.

During another meal, Ji Xiaopeng drank a bowl of light porridge, and curiously asked Xiao Kongjian: "Little Buddha, why do Buddhas still eat meat? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't believe it."

"You mean Master Huixi's uncle?" Xiaokong asked.

"I don't know, she has a big belly, a smile all over her face, and the storage bag is stained with oil, which makes people happy just looking at it."

"That's Master Huixi's uncle." Xiaokong introduced with a straight face, "Master Huixi's fallacy is that all things have spirits, beasts and grasses are living beings, eating meat is killing, so picking vegetables and eating vegetables is not killing , Eating monsters is no different from eating green vegetables."

"Correct?" An Qingli said, "Doesn't Buddhism agree?"

Xiaokong pondered for a while, and then said: "Most of the masters and uncles and ancestors disagree. But the master said that Master Huixi's uncle practiced the Buddha of Freedom, and he has no worries, so it's okay to eat meat."

Ji Xiaopeng smiled and said: "That Elder Huixi is probably an outlier in Buddhist cultivation, but it's very good, I like it very much."

Seeing this, Xiaokong said: "Master Huixi's uncle practiced the Freedom Buddha, and he was not too comfortable. The elders in the temple still disagreed with his killing, which violated the Buddhist precepts, so they each took a step back. He can eat meat, but those monsters The meat didn’t come from him killing, but the ready-made things bought from the mountain.”

"There is no real freedom in life." An Qingli said, "Without rules, there is no circle. Your temple can accommodate Elder Huixi, and it is also very open and harmonious."

Ji Xiaopeng took a sip of Lingmi porridge, and said, "There is another question. Your master is from the 'Hui' generation, and you are his apprentice, but why do you call the elders of the Hui generation 'Master Uncle'? Is it appropriate to call him 'Master Uncle'?"

Seeing Xiao Kong, he said: "I have a dharma name first. It took several years before I worshiped under the master's seat. Call the rest of the 'Hui' generation elders as master uncles."

"How many years have passed?" An Qingli grasped the key point, "Little Buddha entered Buddhism at a very young age?"

Xiao Kongjian nodded: "I was placed under the mountain gate, probably because my biological mother had difficulties and had to let me go."

orphan?

Xiao Jintan shook the leaves, but being able to worship under the eminent monk of the Hui generation is not a kind of luck.

An Qingli said calmly: "It's a bit unreasonable."

"Why is it unreasonable?" Xiao Jintan asked for advice.

An Qingli said: "There are so many eminent monks in this Wanfo Temple, and there are also gatekeeper disciples. How could they not know about a baby in front of the gate of the temple?"

"That's true." Xiao Jintan agreed, "whatever it is, we should catch up and ask, to find out who the mother of the child is and what's the trouble. Unless it's asking about the trouble, but not telling the little monk; or letting the child go. That person, his own cultivation base is not low."

An Qingli suddenly thought of the scriptures she read in her previous life, or maybe the child's biological father was a monk in this temple.

It seems really possible, but it's too bloody.

"No way!" Xiao Lingxi's eyes widened, "Could it be that Elder Huiding is both Xiao Kongjian's master and Xiao Kongjian's father? But the two of them, one with a long face and the other with a round face, are too tall. It's not like that anymore."

"What if this little monk looks like my mother?" The invisible Bingfeng also came to join in the fun.

"No, no." Xiao Jintan analyzed seriously, "Elder Hui Ding is thousands of years old, it is difficult to have any heirs."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Xiao Lingxi's mind: "What if it's Beiqiu's old mother, or a female cultivator with the same physique as Beiqiu's old mother."

"Wow!" Xiao Jintan's eyes brightened, this is very possible.

Elder Hui Ding was still in the open space outside the house, facing the bodhi tree and meditating cross-legged. He didn't know how many little ones were in the house, and had arranged for him his wife and son.

There was a lively discussion in the mustard space, and it was speculated that it might not be the son of Elder Huiding, but possibly the son of Elder Huixi. Elder Huixi even ate meat, so it might not be unthinkable to have a son secretly.

An Qingli laughed, it was really a scene of three pets.

The speeding rabbit lay obediently at An Qingli's feet, and Ji Xiaopeng's little tiger and leopard cat lay on its furry back.

An Qingli stroked the cat's head, and looked at Xiao Kongjian who was cleaning up the dishes. He was a young monk with a thick head and a tiger head, but he was a young monk with a story and background.

Little Pegasus told An Qingli that Xiao Kongjian's luck had dropped a bit, and it had turned white.

According to this rate of reduction, I am afraid that it will turn black in a few days.

Black air luck is bad luck, when the black air is thick, death is not far away.

For example, the old Yuanying cultivator who captured Little Pegasus, stuck the occult talisman, took the random teleportation array out of the black market, and was teleported to an open area.

It was such a coincidence that it was randomly teleported to the hideout of the rogues.

The rogues, who were all soldiers in the first place, were afraid to kill them, and then they were gone.

All these things, only the three rogues who survived by chance knew about it.

In the meditation room, the tiger leopard cat jumped nimbly into An Qingli's arms, found a comfortable position, and lay down with eyes closed.

Xiao Kongjian came out of the meditation room with an empty food box, and didn't pay much attention to his feet. A black caterpillar just happened to crawl under his feet.

The monk's shoes have already been stepped on.

"Sin of sin."

Seeing the annoyance on his face, Xiao Kong quickly put down the food box, clasped his hands together, recited the mantra of rebirth several times, and cleaned up the black bug's body before leaving again with the food box.

Ji Xiaopeng was dumbfounded, it was such an exaggeration to trample a bug to death, and being a Buddhist practitioner is really exhausting.

However, I heard that those Buddhist cultivators are merciless when they slay demons and demons. It is really hard to imagine how this little monk will go down the mountain to deal with demons in the future.

An Qingli handed the chubby tiger and leopard cat to Ji Xiaopeng, and then went out to raise trees, which was something she had to do every day.

The sweeping monk was very happy. When he swept the floor the next day, there were only [-] fallen leaves on the ground.

Another day later, there were only sixty-seven tablets.

Another day later, there were only twenty-three tablets.

After half a month, there was no trace of a fallen leaf!

The leaves on the linden tree, though still shriveled and shriveled, stopped falling.

When many Buddhist practitioners heard the news, they either proclaimed the Buddha's name on the spot and breathed a sigh of relief, or went to the mid-air to look at the Bodhi tree and the tree-keepers under the tree from a distance.

The floor-sweeping monk who had nothing to do was overjoyed, and took on a new errand, which was to go down the mountain every two or three days under the orders of Master Huixi's uncle, to buy some meaty meat for the little qi-training monk to go up the mountain.

(End of this chapter)