si-mexico Chapter 220 I'll just try it once without breaking the rules! The Golden-Bodied Little Arhat of
Chapter 220 I'll just try it once without breaking the rules! The Golden-Bodied Little Arhat of
He doesn't observe the precepts at all; he's just putting on an act in front of others. Now, with so many temptations in front of him, he's about to give in.
'I'm impressed. I thought they would just eat some dry rations, rest for a while, and then leave. Who knew they would set up bonfires, take out fine wine and roasted meat, and hold a grand feast.'
Judging from this situation, it seems we won't be able to leave anytime soon!
But their grilled meat smells so good, much better than mine.
And the aroma of this wine is so pure, why haven't I encountered it before?
Should I take it? No, no, wait a little longer, maybe they'll leave soon.
Oh dear, they left very soon.
May Buddha protect them, let them go quickly.
My Buddha…
After a long while, the laughter continued. Wang Ye and Zhang Lingyu, with their extensive knowledge, told everyone all sorts of trivial and interesting stories.
Ma Long and Feng Baobao continued eating, but their food intake was far from meeting the recommended amount.
The little monk was on the verge of tears: "Amitabha, Buddha, please save me!"
Could this be my form of spiritual practice?
Every cause has its effect. Could it be that Buddha discovered my secret transgressions?
Uh~ If it's because of this, then Buddha, we'll have to have a serious talk!
Regardless of whether it's a golden Buddha, a silver Buddha, a bronze Buddha, a large Buddha, a small Buddha, or a clay Buddha, it's all just a form.
The so-called precepts are nothing more than a means to deceive people.
If you have Buddha in your heart, why do you need to worship and pray outside?
If I can eat my fill, then I am Buddha; why should I abide by such precepts?
Buddha, you've already been very kind of you by receiving the precepts at the temple. Let's stop here.
If it weren't for my master's sake, I would have renounced my vows long ago!
Thinking this, the little monk's resolve grew stronger, and he slowly opened his eyes. Ma Long, eating a kebab in one hand and holding a wine glass in the other, was right in front of him.
"Oh, Master has woken up?"
No... Master Ura? No... Master opened his eyes?
The young monk stared at Ma Long for a moment, his mind racing: 'This person... seems to be Ma Long from the Salvation Palace!'
Yes, it's him!
The top-ranked young hero, I've seen his picture, this guy is very strong.
Could this be a performance he put on on purpose? Was he deliberately trying to entice me?
He probably saw me grilling meat just now.
"Well, you little rascal, you've really outsmarted me!"
The young monk said calmly and without changing his expression, "Salvation Palace, Malone, right?"
Ma Long was taken aback, realizing he was quite famous: "Oh ho!"
"Venerable monk, you still recognize me? It is my honor."
"Hehe, I'll naturally keep an eye on the top spot on the list of young heroes."
Seeing you today, it's true!
"Sure enough?"
"Hmph, you know perfectly well what's the point of toying with this humble monk?"
Malone knew he had figured it out, so there was no need to hide it anymore.
Since we have more people on our side, we don't care if we fight!
"Hahaha, you wild monk, who told you to put on airs?"
We came here to have a barbecue, why are you hiding it?
They even covered it with a broken jar; the meat inside was long since inedible.
Ma Long's words were quite serious, and most people would have been angry, but the little monk remained unperturbed.
The reason is simple: the other side has more people.
Coupled with his own guilty conscience, he shook his head helplessly and didn't respond to Ma Long's words.
He slowly removed the large bell he had previously closed, revealing the roasted meat inside. The campfire had long since gone out, and the meat had turned black, clearly making it inedible.
He shook his head and sighed, "Amitabha, it's fate."
I made a mistake; it seems we won't be able to eat this meat!
It seems we must follow the Buddha's will.
Seeing his reaction, Ma Long lost interest in teasing him further, weighed the meat skewer in his hand, and tossed it at him.
"then!"
The young monk, quick-witted and agile, exclaimed, "Oh! So much oil! What do you mean by this?"
He caught the flying meat skewer with a swift movement, but the skewer was so oily that it splashed directly onto his golden face.
The little monk couldn't resist licking the grease from the corner of his mouth; it smelled delicious.
Malone laughed and said, "Just trying it shouldn't break any rules, right?"
The young monk suddenly realized what he meant and immediately replied, "Of course! Of course I won't do it!"
Buddha understands human nature.
"I'm just trying it, what's wrong with that!"
He had been starving for a long time and had been craving it for so long, so he couldn't wait any longer.
The little monk put the meat skewer to his mouth and slid it all the way down. His white, jade-like teeth made the iron skewer spark.
With a few quick strokes, he polished the iron skewers until they gleamed.
Seeing how cooperative he was, Ma Long thought back to when he tried to win over Wang Ye, who had just come down from the mountain, and it seemed like a similar scene.
He took a lion-shaped cup, filled it with wine, and handed it over: "This is the Nine Dragon Cup that Emperor Kangxi used back then."
When you use your Qi to activate it, dragons and beasts will appear, and the wine will become sweet.
"Why don't you try it without breaking the precepts?"
The young monk was overjoyed, for he had naturally heard the story of the Nine Dragon Cup: "Of course!"
Of course!
Buddha is humane!
How could he blame me? Come, let me try it.
He took two quick steps and took the Suanni Cup from Ma Long's hand. Following Ma Long's instructions, he swung out a ball of Qi and struck the cup. Soon after, a burst of fiery red light shone.
A dragon-shaped lion beast, breathing clouds and mist, appeared in the wine cup. The little monk was overjoyed: "This is the Nine Dragon Cup! How magical!"
This is a wonderful product; let me try it and see how it tastes.
He raised his glass, downed it in one gulp, his face beaming with joy and an indescribable sense of exhilaration.
"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"
"This is simply divine wine! Young Master Long of the Savior Palace truly lives up to his reputation!"
The little monk was overjoyed, but once he started, he couldn't stop. The meat skewers were too delicious, and the drinks were too good to pass up.
But is there any reason to continue breaking the precepts?
Ma Long saw through his thoughts and chuckled, "Little master, you ate a skewer of my meat and drank a cup of my wine, so you should introduce yourself, shouldn't you?"
I still don't know your name!
The little monk suddenly realized and rubbed the back of his head: "Oh dear, it was my oversight."
Listen carefully, Master Long. I became a monk at the Shaolin Temple in Dengfengkou, Henan.
I became a disciple of Master Jiekong, and I am his youngest disciple. My Dharma name is Baochan!
Because I had created both the Arhat Formation and the Golden Body Formation, people gave me a nickname before I left the mountain: "Little Golden Body Arhat of Shaolin."
Ma Long was stunned after hearing this, and Wang Ye and Zhang Lingyu were equally surprised: "So, after all this time, he is that unknown Shaolin Golden Body Little Arhat!"
Well, he's also someone who doesn't follow the rules.
Ranked fourth on the list of young heroes, he must be quite strong.
After a moment of thought, Ma Long put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, so it is Master Bao Chan."
I was rude and offensive just now, and I have offended you greatly.
Please forgive me.
Bao Chan waved his golden hand and shook his head repeatedly: "How dare I! How dare I!"
Young Master Long, you're too kind. If anyone should apologize, it's me.
I shouldn't have put on airs and acted so profound. Young Master Long deserved to reprimand me.
Okay then, I'll punish myself with a drink!
"Don't anyone stop me, I'll punish myself with a drink!"