The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 20

Daoran has been waiting for too long to break the meat precept.

Originally, he broke the precept immediately when he was about to go down the mountain, but who would have thought that he would hang out with Nie Zhengyan.This group of people enshrined Daoran as a virtuous monk, no matter how tired they were, they had to dig some wild vegetables to make soup for Daoran.

With such sincerity, Dao Ran was too embarrassed to say that he wanted to eat their barbecue.

Now that he can finally get his wish, Daoran can't help but rush towards those meat buns.

Daoran walked quickly to the steamed stuffed bun shop on the side of the road. Daoran proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the monk's name is Daoran. I came from Jinshan Temple. I wonder if I can have some vegetarian food?"

Dao Ran can't say buy it, because he really has money.

A rich monk, instead of being a vegetarian, came to buy steamed stuffed buns on his own initiative, but Fahai found out and wanted to beat him to death.

Therefore, it can only be alms.

The person who opened the steamed stuffed bun shop was a plump and beautiful woman. She glanced at Daoran, and her eyes immediately turned, as if she had a lot of charm.

This beautiful woman didn't find it strange either. Buddhism pays attention to fate, so monks don't bring money when they go out, they all rely on this.

There is nothing wrong with eating a vegetarian meal when it is melted, and starving if it is not melted, or going to the mountains to find some wild fruits and vegetables to satisfy your hunger.

Moreover, Daoran is really good-looking. The beautiful woman has never seen such a handsome young monk, and it is heart-wrenching to look at.

"What a handsome little monk, Jinshan Temple is hundreds of miles away from the city of Hangzhou, why do you go out alone? Did you violate some precepts and get kicked out?"

While speaking, the beautiful woman with buns walked up to Daoran, and touched the two big buns, and the blind man could see the charm.

Daoran's expression remained unchanged, he folded his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the benefactor has misunderstood, the little monk was ordered by Master to deliver a letter to Hangzhou, and just passed by here for alms."

The beautiful woman almost pressed her body against Dao Ran's body, exhaled like blue in Dao Ran's ear, and said, "Oh, I don't know what kind of fate you became, little monk? I sell meat buns here, but I don't have a vegetarian meal for you." , are you also a flower monk who eats meat and drinks wine? Or, you came here to make a marriage."

It's okay.

Daoran really thought so.

I came to this meat bun shop because I wanted to break the meat warning, but now that the meat buns are big and white, it's okay to break the sex ring by the way.

But when he was thinking about how to resolve this dewy marriage, he heard a sour voice from inside the shop: "Widow Sun, where is my steamed stuffed bun? Didn't I give you any money? I lost my soul when I saw the handsome little monk, but I didn't want to let him go!" I know that a foal is not as easy to ride as an old donkey."

Daoran looked into the bun shop, and saw a black and thin old man sitting in the lobby, tapping his fingers on the table, but his eyes seemed to be glued to the proprietress of the bun shop.

The widow grandson who sells steamed buns sneered: "If you can't eat you, old man, it's none of your business whether I ride a horse or a donkey. Even if I have a round of thousands of people, I can't get your turn."

Daoran screamed fiercely. He once thought he was an old driver, but now he can only bow down.

But even though the proprietress said so, she still threw a basket of meat buns in front of the black old man. It seemed that the two of them were at least acquaintances.

Then, the proprietress picked up the steaming white steamed stuffed bun and stuffed it into Daoran's hand, and said in a flattering voice: "Little monk, there are none in the vegetarian steamed stuffed bun shop, but there may be some buns left in the back room, do you want to try it? "

Dao Ran really wanted to ask, is this Fa Cai serious?

But looking at the expression of the black old man who wanted to kill, Dao Ran felt that it was not the time to be a tauren, so he had to eat a bite of meat first.

"Amitabha, how dare I make so many demands when I am away from home. There is also a saying in Buddhism about the three cleanses, as long as you don't see killing, don't hear killing, and don't kill for me. .” Daoran replied.

【Speaking incorrectly, showing false feelings, violating the precept of lying. 】

[Your talent of breaking monks activates, your charm +1. 】

It was this damn charm again, Dao Ran was upset, but Widow Sun had already handed over the bun with a charming smile, and quite actively touched Dao Ran's hand.

Daoran didn't mind being taken advantage of by others, so he couldn't wait to take a bite of the steamed stuffed bun.

The gravy spreads, the taste is rich, the saltiness is moderate, it is simply delicious in the world, and Daoran's tongue that has been vegetarian for 15 years seems to be reborn.

As the saying goes, if you haven't seen the light, you can live with the darkness.

People who have never eaten meat are mostly just curious about what meat tastes like.In his previous life, Dao Ran was a person who had no desire for meat or joy, but in this life he ate vegetarian food for 15 years. What kind of suffering is this?

Not daring to finish it with a big gulp, Daoran chewed slowly, savoring the most delicious taste in the world carefully.

After eating the first meat bun in his life, Dao Ran was still immersed in the feeling of being so happy that he was about to become a Buddha.

It's just that, after eating a meat bun, is there something missing?
The talent effect of the monk who broke the precepts is that he can get attributes by breaking the precepts, but the longer the precepts are held, the better the rewards for breaking the precepts will be.

Daoran has always been kind to others, the first time he committed the precept of arrogance, he brushed out the rare attribute of incorruptibility.

After keeping the meat precept for 15 years, don't you just eat it in one bite and become a golden Arhat?
However, after waiting for a while, there was no movement in the system.

Why is the talent not activated?
Dao Ran frowned, this is eating meat, why didn't he break the precept?
Daoran suddenly remembered the three clean meats he mentioned just now, seeing no killing, hearing no killing, and not killing for me, these three standards seemed to be met.

"Grass, Lord Buddha, I'm lying, I'm lying! Are you blind, why don't I break the precept..."

Oh, lying and breaking the precept is already added to the charm, so it's okay.

Daoran's face was filled with sorrow, and he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

I added a sentence in my heart: "Buddha, you are really fucking tolerant, you insist on forcing me to break this precept today, don't you?"

A widow is a widow, Daoran is not very picky about this aspect.

I thought it was a sure thing, but who would have thought that Widow Sun would suddenly feel something when she saw Daoran's miserable appearance, she put away her cigarette and looked at Meixing and said to Daoran: "Little master, I was the one who was abrupt just now. Continue on this street, Not far away is the Sanzang Tower, the boss likes to help Buddhists, little master, you can eat vegetarian food when you go to the Sanzang Tower."

Daoran was stunned, just now he looked like he couldn't help but ride him under him now, why did he start erecting the archway all of a sudden?
As if seeing Dao Ran's surprise, Widow Sun said shamelessly: "Little master feels sorry for the Buddha even if he eats meat buns. He is a real practitioner. I think you look like a dusty man. I'm afraid you haven't been here since Jinshan Temple." I have eaten a few mouthfuls of rice, so I can't help but take a bite of this meat bun. I am a surviving person, and I dare not ruin the practice of the little master, I cannot bear this crime."

For the first time, Daoran felt that the solemnity of the treasure had the opposite effect.

Amitabha, Buddha, is this also in your calculation? !

After Dao Ran thanked Widow Sun, he turned and left. Under the sunlight, Dao Ran's expression was firm.

He didn't believe it anymore. In this huge city of Hangzhou, there was no place where he could break the precept?
(End of this chapter)