Wuxia Broke the Boy's Skill at the Beginning

　　Kong Xing smelled the meat, blushed, and suddenly stood up.

　　And Xian Yutong couldn't help but take a step back, and Kong Xing said loudly.

　　"Kill the living and eat the meat, you will definitely fall into the animal realm in the future!"

　　When everyone heard the words of emptiness, they couldn't help but "puchi"

　　laugh out loud.

　　The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became much more relaxed, and a smile appeared on Gu Hongzi's face.

　　At this time, Xian Yutong said with a smile: "Master Kong Xing, your three brothers have eaten meat, why don't you eat it?"

　　"The poor monk is a Buddhist disciple, so naturally he can't eat meat!"

　　Kong Wen and Kong Zhi blushed a little as soon as Kong Xing's words came out, but Kong Jian's face was flat, and there was no feeling of shame.

　　At this time, Gu Hongzi came and said to Kong Xing: "Monks don't eat meat, but things have to change now.

　　A generation of eminent monks, Kumarajiva, also ate meat back then, breaking five!"

　　"donor, you"

　　Xing heard Gu Hongzi's words and was angry.

　　At this time, Kongjian stood up and said: "The words of the benefactor of Gu Hongzi make sense.

　　Back then, when Kumarajiva came from the Western Regions, their faction did not have to abstain from eating meat and fish.

　　As long as this meat is not killed by oneself, it can be eaten."

　　After listening to Gu Hongzi, he continued: "Wrong, Kumarajiva came from the Western Regions back then, when Buddhism in the Central Plains was not yet prosperous, and the Shaolin Temple had not yet been built.

　　And that Kumarajiva is the ancestor of the eight schools, and their sect is not incapable of eating meat."

　　Kong Jian also opened his mouth to explain at this time: "As long as this beast is not killed by himself, or because he was killed, it can be eaten.

　　In order to promote Buddhism, Na Kumarajiva was also forced to break the lust precepts. A generation of eminent monks

　　There is nothing to criticize about spreading the Dharma and breaking the precepts."

　　At this time, everyone listened to the monk Kong Jian narrating the deeds of the eminent monks a thousand years ago, and everyone was interested in Kumarajiva not only because he was a generation of eminent monks, but also because Kumarajiva was also a generation of martial arts masters.

　　At this time, Gu Hongzi continued: "Until today, a thousand years later, Kumarajiva is still a generation of eminent monks and great virtues.

　　I did not slander him because he had broken the precepts!"

　　After hearing that, Kong Jian folded his hands together, and said silently: "The hero Gu Hongzi is right, the monks keep the precepts for the sake of cultivation, and cultivation is for the purpose of promoting the Buddhadharma and saving oneself and others."

　　"If it is necessary to break the precepts in order to promote the Dharma, it can only be the intention of the Buddha.

　　The Mongols outside this city are vicious and vicious, and if he were to break through the city, I don't know how many Dali and Song people would be killed."

　　"And saving the suffering is also the intention of the Buddha, and breaking the precepts at this time, if it is to save the common people.

　　The poor monk thinks it is impossible

　　Junior Brother Kong Xing, you have never left the Shaolin Temple since you were a child, this time you should hone your cultivation heart."

　　After listening to his senior brother's words, Na Xing's face turned red and white, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

　　At this time, it was already three poles in the sun, and everyone had enough to eat and drink, and they planned to go to sleep. After all, not many people really fell asleep last night.

　　At this moment, a group of Dali soldiers rushed to the courtyard and shouted loudly: "Masters, there is movement outside the city gate."

　　Hearing this sentence, Gu Hongzi took the lead and flew directly towards the north gate.

　　And Zhuangzhe and Ji Yaohua followed behind, and all the heroes came to the north wall.

　　At this moment, that fool in the red shirt appeared again in the mountains on the opposite side, and at this time, there were many people behind the fool.

　　Ji Yaohua narrowed her eyes and said loudly, "That's a Mongolian trebuchet, they want to attack the city."

　　Gu Hongzi also saw the siege equipment behind the Mongols at this time, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

　　"Why did the Mongols attack the city at this time? Although the catapult is powerful, it is not enough for the great city.

　　Moreover, in the Great City of Good, there are all martial arts masters, and even a little stone can't hurt others."

　　After listening to Gu Hongzi's words, everyone was a little nervous for a while, and the laughter just now disappeared in an instant.

　　But when the fool in red led the Mongolian soldiers behind him to walk a hundred paces away from the city gate, everyone realized that the catapult was not a stone at all, but rows of roast pork.

　　"Grandma, what are these Mongolians going to do? They have already poisoned all the food in our city, and now they are going to throw pork into our city."

　　The beggar gang Shi Huolong frowned and cursed loudly.

　　At this time, Xian Yutong, who was hiding behind people, said with a smile: "Are the Mongolians stupid? It's absolutely impossible to give you meat to eat. This must be a conspiracy of the Mongolians."

　　Suddenly the bell rang again, and the boy's voice happily sang: "The bell rings four times, I am so hungry, I will send you some pork and give you a taste."

　　During the singing, the catapult outside the wall suddenly picked up more than ten bamboo poles, and the ends of the poles were tied with a roasted pig, which swayed in the wind.

　　The golden pig skin gleamed in the sun, and the fragrant aroma was blown by the wind.

　　Although everyone wanted to ignore it, they couldn't bear it.

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Chapter 284 Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms

　　At this time, the pork on the catapult outside the city was very mouth-watering. Although everyone just finished eating the roasted bamboo rat, how can this game be compared to pork? Although game is meat, it has less oil and water on its body.

　　And the pork on the opposite side is oily and shiny, and you can't help it when you look at it.

　　The scolding voices of the big men on the city wall grew louder, but their eyes narrowed.

　　At this moment, Shi Huolong suddenly scolded loudly: "Damn, I'm used to eating chickens and ducks, so what's so rare about pork: Brothers, look at what it does!"

　　After all, Shi Huolong took out his bow and arrow, stretched his bow and arrow, and shot it with a gust of arrow.

　　Unexpectedly, the arrow flew to the trebuchet, suddenly slanted, and fell straight into the air.

　　Then a short man with a big head and a big belly in black appeared next to the trebuchet.

　　When everyone saw that... the black-clothed dwarf waved his hand lightly, knocking down the bow and arrow shot by Shi Huolong, and their hearts could not help feeling a little heavy.

　　And that Shi Huolong saw that his bow and arrow were shot down, he couldn't help but get angry.

　　I saw him "bah"

　　The spit spit, and cursed: "This pork insurance is sour, don't eat it."

　　And that Xian Yutong saw that Shi Huolong was deflated, and smiled deliberately: "Although it may not be sour, it must be poisonous."

　　Before the words were spoken, suddenly more than ten figures rushed up the bamboo pole.

　　These people are masters recruited by the Mongols from all over the world. At this time, they followed the plague boy and the thousand-eyed devil among the five evil spirits to provoke.

　　I saw that they were all holding sharp daggers in their hands, all of them were extremely light in their movements, standing lightly on the top of the bamboo poles, as if they could ride the wind away at any time.

　　And the wooden bee-zi of the Qinghai faction changed his color and said, "These people are the masters recruited by the Mongolians. Judging from their extraordinary Qinggong, it seems that their skills are not low!"

　　I saw these people stand on their own feet, wave the dagger in their palms, and each cut a piece of pork, and put it in their mouths to eat.

　　A bearded man laughed and said, "See, all pork is not poisonous, as long as you have the seeds: come and get it!"

　　At this time, Ji Yaohua sternly shouted: "Fleet the arrow!"

　　The screeching ceased, the bowstring rang suddenly, and the arrows of the Dali soldiers flew out like rain.

　　The big man on the pole smiled lightly, and suddenly flew up to meet him.

　　But seeing the silhouettes flying in the arrow rain for a while, all the arrows were picked up by them, and none of them fell to the ground.

　　In an instant, the arrows rained and the figures were piled up, leaving only the dozen or so golden roasted pigs, and the mocking voices of those big men still wafting in the wind.

　　At this time, the pork on the catapult outside the city was very mouth-watering. Although everyone just finished eating the roasted bamboo rat, how can this game be compared to pork? Although game is meat, it has less oil and water on its body.

　　And the pork on the opposite side is oily and shiny, and you can't help it when you look at it.

　　The scolding voices of the big men on the city wall grew louder, but their eyes narrowed.

　　At this moment, Shi Huolong suddenly scolded loudly: "Damn, I'm used to eating chickens and ducks, so what's so rare about pork: Brothers, look at what it does!"

　　After all, Shi Huolong took out his bow and arrow, stretched his bow and arrow, and shot it with a gust of arrow.

　　Unexpectedly, the arrow flew to the trebuchet, suddenly slanted, and fell straight into the air.

　　Then a short man with a big head and a big belly in black appeared next to the trebuchet.

　　When everyone saw that... the black-clothed dwarf waved his hand lightly, knocking down the bow and arrow shot by Shi Huolong, and their hearts could not help feeling a little heavy.

　　And that Shi Huolong saw that his bow and arrow were shot down, he couldn't help but get angry.

　　I saw him "bah"

　　The spit spit, and cursed: "This pork insurance is sour, don't eat it."

　　And that Xian Yutong saw that Shi Huolong was deflated, and smiled deliberately: "Although it may not be sour, it must be poisonous."

　　Before the words were spoken, suddenly more than ten figures rushed up the bamboo pole.

　　These people are masters recruited by the Mongols from all over the world. At this time, they followed the plague boy and the thousand-eyed devil among the five evil spirits to provoke.

　　I saw that they were all holding sharp daggers in their hands, all of them were extremely light in their movements, standing lightly on the top of the bamboo poles, as if they could ride the wind away at any time.

　　And the wooden bee-zi of the Qinghai faction changed his color and said, "These people are the masters recruited by the Mongolians. Judging from their extraordinary Qinggong, it seems that their skills are not low!"

　　I saw these people stand on their own feet, wave the dagger in their palms, and each cut a piece of pork, and put it in their mouths to eat.

　　A bearded man laughed and said, "See, all pork is not poisonous, as long as you have the seeds: come and get it!"

　　At this time, Ji Yaohua sternly shouted: "Fleet the arrow!"

　　The screeching ceased, the bowstring rang suddenly, and the arrows of the Dali soldiers flew out like rain.

　　The big man on the pole smiled lightly, and suddenly flew up to meet him.

　　But seeing the silhouettes flying in the arrow rain for a while, all the arrows were picked up by them, and none of them fell to the ground.

　　In an instant, the arrows rained and the figures were piled up, leaving only the dozen or so golden roasted pigs, and the mocking voices of those big men still wafting in the wind.

　　At this time, the wooden bee-zi said, "It's very light and skillful. I'm afraid that the martial arts of any of these people are not below the first-class level."