Chapter 471
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"I'll take two too!" An old voice suddenly rang out.
Cloud light moon suddenly raised her head, did not see people, waiting for half a ring, still did not see the voice of clothes and voices came, she looked to Rongjing.
"It's master Pushan. It is still in the Sutra Pavilion. You can't see people. " Rong Jing said with a smile.
The original person is still in the Sutra Pavilion, no wonder you can't see it! This is about the secret of teleportation! Obviously, this man has advanced martial arts. She was very familiar with the voice. This morning and night Tianyi came to Lingtai temple to get back two envelopes. Although the people inside did not see the face, it was the old monk? It was called master Pushan. It seems to be two generations longer than master Lingyin, the most eminent monk in the world. He has already passed a hundred years! She looked at Rong Jing suspiciously, "do monks also eat fish?"
"Master Pushan's favorite is the roasted fish in Xiangquan mountain. Because of repeated violations of the precepts, he was demoted to guard the Sutra Pavilion. But the tens of thousands of scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion did not change his habits. As soon as I heard us grilling fish. Naturally, I can't help being greedy! " Rong Jing explained with a smile.
Cloud shallow moon suddenly nodded, "that's five!"
"No, master Pushan says two. You should bake him at least four." Rong Jing shook his head with a smile.
"Do you have that appetite?" Yunqianyue was going to stab the branch of the fish.
"Yes!" Rongjing nodded.
"Ha ha, it's jingshizi who knows me! I know you very well Pu Shan's old voice came again, obviously in a good mood. Rongjing's words went to his heart.
"It's a great honor to have a bosom friend from the master." Rong Jing smiles.
"You bake quickly. I'll go to the foot of the mountain to make two jars of good wine." With the end of master Pushan, it seems that people have gone.
Cloud shallow moon is stunned, thinking that the old monk not only eats meat, but also drinks! She looks at Rongjing.
"Isn't it a good saying that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart stays? It's enough for master Pu Shan to have a heart to be kind to Buddha! " Rong Jing said with a smile.
Yun Xiaoyue skimmed her mouth, which was a good saying, but it was just an excuse for the monk's greedy transgression. She lowered her head and continued to look for fish, muttering: "it's better to go home and bake sweet potatoes than to be a monk."
Rong Jing chuckled and stopped talking. He bent over to collect firewood.
Within a moment, yunqianyue had enough of seven fish and flew to the shore. Looking at a pile of fat fish on the lotus leaves, he folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, sin and sin." After reading, he put down his hand and asked Rongjing, "is there a dagger?"
"Seeing your compassion, I thought you would not kill these fish any more." Rongjing also picked up enough firewood back, put down the firewood, took out an extremely small exquisite dagger and handed it to Yun Qianyue, laughing.
Yunqianyue rolled her eyes and began to kill the fish smartly. She asked, "do you know what the food chain is?"
Rong Jing squatted down in front of the moon and watched her kill the fish quickly. She asked with a smile, "what is the food chain?"
"Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, shrimp eat purple mud." "Look at these seven big fish, how many small fish have you eaten?" she said? How many shrimps did the fish eat? How much Purple mud did shrimp eat? So, they should be eaten by you and me. It's called the food chain, the causal cycle. "
"You have a point!" Rong Jingcheng thought so.
Yun moon thinks of the essence of Chinese civilization for five thousand years, which is natural and rational.
"It's a good cause and effect cycle, little girl, it's Buddha root." An old voice rings, words fall, people come.
Yunqianyue looked up and saw an old man with white hair and childish complexion, wearing a cassock and holding two jars of wine in his hand. As soon as he arrived, there was a gust of wine in the air around him. She looked at the old man carefully, and the words "return to nature" automatically popped out of her mind. This old man's realm is obviously much higher than master Lingyin's Buddhist martial arts. Master Lingyin is full of earthly smoke and fire. Although the old man holds two jars of wine in his hand, he doesn't see half of it. At this time, she believed what Rongjing just said, "wine and meat have gone through intestines." If you put it on someone else's body, it may be empty talk. If you put it on the old man's body, you can see his way!
"Good wine!" Rongjing heard the aroma of the wine and praised the two jars of wine of master Pushan.
"Good wine, of course! Wine is not as good as wine. My old monk drank from her mother-in-law to her mother-in-law and then to her wine. It's been drinking for more than a hundred years. That's it. No other wine can pass my addiction. " Master Pushan laughed and put two jars of wine in front of Yun Qianyue and said to her, "little girl, you roast fish. I'll play a game with Jing Shizi. The old monk never played chess with anyone except the king Rong who lived a hundred years ago. Today I will play a game with his descendants. "
"Good!" Yunqianyue agreed happily, but she didn't expect to let Rongjing, a precious young man, start to bake. Seeing his precious crescent white robe and his pair of jade fingers, she felt that it was really a waste to let him roast fish because of the smoke and fire. She had to do it by herself!
"How about it? King Shizi? But with chess? You didn't take the old monk back to get it. " Pu Shan looks at Rongjing.
"Naturally Rongjing takes the chessboard out of his arms."Well, ink white jade chess, good." When Pushan's old eyes brightened, regardless of the weeds and soil on the ground, he sat down with his knees crossed.
Rong Jing lifted his clothes and sat down with his knees in spite of the weeds and soil on the ground.
While killing the fish, Yun Qianyue glanced at the chess box that Rongjing took out and the old monk on the opposite side. She always felt that this guy had a premeditation to roast fish today. The purpose was to believe that the old monk in front of him would never do useless things.
"Master, black or white?" Rongjing set the chessboard and asked Pu Shan.
"Sunspot! In those days, King Rong liked black clothes, and I held white clothes. Now you like white clothes, and I naturally hold black ones. " The way of universal good.
"Good teachers!" Rong Jing puts the sunspot's chess box in front of Pushan.
"What is good and not good? You little doll can pretend to be better than your great grandfather! Come on. How about winning or losing? " Asked Pu Shan.
"A game is a game." Rong Jing said with a smile. "It's a good time to drink and eat fish," he added
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"I'll take two too!" An old voice suddenly rang out.
Cloud light moon suddenly raised her head, did not see people, waiting for half a ring, still did not see the voice of clothes and voices came, she looked to Rongjing.
"It's master Pushan. It is still in the Sutra Pavilion. You can't see people. " Rong Jing said with a smile.
The original person is still in the Sutra Pavilion, no wonder you can't see it! This is about the secret of teleportation! Obviously, this man has advanced martial arts. She was very familiar with the voice. This morning and night Tianyi came to Lingtai temple to get back two envelopes. Although the people inside did not see the face, it was the old monk? It was called master Pushan. It seems to be two generations longer than master Lingyin, the most eminent monk in the world. He has already passed a hundred years! She looked at Rong Jing suspiciously, "do monks also eat fish?"
"Master Pushan's favorite is the roasted fish in Xiangquan mountain. Because of repeated violations of the precepts, he was demoted to guard the Sutra Pavilion. But the tens of thousands of scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion did not change his habits. As soon as I heard us grilling fish. Naturally, I can't help being greedy! " Rong Jing explained with a smile.
Cloud shallow moon suddenly nodded, "that's five!"
"No, master Pushan says two. You should bake him at least four." Rong Jing shook his head with a smile.
"Do you have that appetite?" Yunqianyue was going to stab the branch of the fish.
"Yes!" Rongjing nodded.
"Ha ha, it's jingshizi who knows me! I know you very well Pu Shan's old voice came again, obviously in a good mood. Rongjing's words went to his heart.
"It's a great honor to have a bosom friend from the master." Rong Jing smiles.
"You bake quickly. I'll go to the foot of the mountain to make two jars of good wine." With the end of master Pushan, it seems that people have gone.
Cloud shallow moon is stunned, thinking that the old monk not only eats meat, but also drinks! She looks at Rongjing.
"Isn't it a good saying that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart stays? It's enough for master Pu Shan to have a heart to be kind to Buddha! " Rong Jing said with a smile.
Yun Xiaoyue skimmed her mouth, which was a good saying, but it was just an excuse for the monk's greedy transgression. She lowered her head and continued to look for fish, muttering: "it's better to go home and bake sweet potatoes than to be a monk."
Rong Jing chuckled and stopped talking. He bent over to collect firewood.
Within a moment, yunqianyue had enough of seven fish and flew to the shore. Looking at a pile of fat fish on the lotus leaves, he folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, sin and sin." After reading, he put down his hand and asked Rongjing, "is there a dagger?"
"Seeing your compassion, I thought you would not kill these fish any more." Rongjing also picked up enough firewood back, put down the firewood, took out an extremely small exquisite dagger and handed it to Yun Qianyue, laughing.
Yunqianyue rolled her eyes and began to kill the fish smartly. She asked, "do you know what the food chain is?"
Rong Jing squatted down in front of the moon and watched her kill the fish quickly. She asked with a smile, "what is the food chain?"
"Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, shrimp eat purple mud." "Look at these seven big fish, how many small fish have you eaten?" she said? How many shrimps did the fish eat? How much Purple mud did shrimp eat? So, they should be eaten by you and me. It's called the food chain, the causal cycle. "
"You have a point!" Rong Jingcheng thought so.
Yun moon thinks of the essence of Chinese civilization for five thousand years, which is natural and rational.
"It's a good cause and effect cycle, little girl, it's Buddha root." An old voice rings, words fall, people come.
Yunqianyue looked up and saw an old man with white hair and childish complexion, wearing a cassock and holding two jars of wine in his hand. As soon as he arrived, there was a gust of wine in the air around him. She looked at the old man carefully, and the words "return to nature" automatically popped out of her mind. This old man's realm is obviously much higher than master Lingyin's Buddhist martial arts. Master Lingyin is full of earthly smoke and fire. Although the old man holds two jars of wine in his hand, he doesn't see half of it. At this time, she believed what Rongjing just said, "wine and meat have gone through intestines." If you put it on someone else's body, it may be empty talk. If you put it on the old man's body, you can see his way!
"Good wine!" Rongjing heard the aroma of the wine and praised the two jars of wine of master Pushan.
"Good wine, of course! Wine is not as good as wine. My old monk drank from her mother-in-law to her mother-in-law and then to her wine. It's been drinking for more than a hundred years. That's it. No other wine can pass my addiction. " Master Pushan laughed and put two jars of wine in front of Yun Qianyue and said to her, "little girl, you roast fish. I'll play a game with Jing Shizi. The old monk never played chess with anyone except the king Rong who lived a hundred years ago. Today I will play a game with his descendants. "
"Good!" Yunqianyue agreed happily, but she didn't expect to let Rongjing, a precious young man, start to bake. Seeing his precious crescent white robe and his pair of jade fingers, she felt that it was really a waste to let him roast fish because of the smoke and fire. She had to do it by herself!
"How about it? King Shizi? But with chess? You didn't take the old monk back to get it. " Pu Shan looks at Rongjing.
"Naturally Rongjing takes the chessboard out of his arms."Well, ink white jade chess, good." When Pushan's old eyes brightened, regardless of the weeds and soil on the ground, he sat down with his knees crossed.
Rong Jing lifted his clothes and sat down with his knees in spite of the weeds and soil on the ground.
While killing the fish, Yun Qianyue glanced at the chess box that Rongjing took out and the old monk on the opposite side. She always felt that this guy had a premeditation to roast fish today. The purpose was to believe that the old monk in front of him would never do useless things.
"Master, black or white?" Rongjing set the chessboard and asked Pu Shan.
"Sunspot! In those days, King Rong liked black clothes, and I held white clothes. Now you like white clothes, and I naturally hold black ones. " The way of universal good.
"Good teachers!" Rong Jing puts the sunspot's chess box in front of Pushan.
"What is good and not good? You little doll can pretend to be better than your great grandfather! Come on. How about winning or losing? " Asked Pu Shan.
"A game is a game." Rong Jing said with a smile. "It's a good time to drink and eat fish," he added
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"I'll take two too!" An old voice suddenly rang out. Cloud light moon suddenly raised her head, did not see people, waiting for half a ring, still did not see the voice of clothes and voices came, she looked to Rongjing. "It's master Pushan. It is still in the Sutra Pavilion. You can't see people. " Rong Jing said with a smile. The original person is still in the Sutra Pavilion, no wonder you can't see it! This is about the secret of teleportation! Obviously, this man has advanced martial arts. She was very familiar with the voice. This morning and night Tianyi came to Lingtai temple to get back two envelopes. Although the people inside did not see the face, it was the old monk? It was called master Pushan. It seems to be two generations longer than master Lingyin, the most eminent monk in the world. He has already passed a hundred years! She looked at Rong Jing suspiciously, "do monks also eat fish?" "Master Pushan's favorite is the roasted fish in Xiangquan mountain. Because of repeated violations of the precepts, he was demoted to guard the Sutra Pavilion. But the tens of thousands of scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion did not change his habits. As soon as I heard us grilling fish. Naturally, I can't help being greedy! " Rong Jing explained with a smile. Cloud shallow moon suddenly nodded, "that's five!" "No, master Pushan says two. You should bake him at least four." Rong Jing shook his head with a smile. "Do you have that appetite?" Yunqianyue was going to stab the branch of the fish. "Yes!" Rongjing nodded. "Ha ha, it's jingshizi who knows me! I know you very well Pu Shan's old voice came again, obviously in a good mood. Rongjing's words went to his heart. "It's a great honor to have a bosom friend from the master." Rong Jing smiles. "You bake quickly. I'll go to the foot of the mountain to make two jars of good wine." With the end of master Pushan, it seems that people have gone. Cloud shallow moon is stunned, thinking that the old monk not only eats meat, but also drinks! She looks at Rongjing. "Isn't it a good saying that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart stays? It's enough for master Pu Shan to have a heart to be kind to Buddha! " Rong Jing said with a smile. Yun Xiaoyue skimmed her mouth, which was a good saying, but it was just an excuse for the monk's greedy transgression. She lowered her head and continued to look for fish, muttering: "it's better to go home and bake sweet potatoes than to be a monk." Rong Jing chuckled and stopped talking. He bent over to collect firewood. Within a moment, yunqianyue had enough of seven fish and flew to the shore. Looking at a pile of fat fish on the lotus leaves, he folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, sin and sin." After reading, he put down his hand and asked Rongjing, "is there a dagger?" "Seeing your compassion, I thought you would not kill these fish any more." Rongjing also picked up enough firewood back, put down the firewood, took out an extremely small exquisite dagger and handed it to Yun Qianyue, laughing. Yunqianyue rolled her eyes and began to kill the fish smartly. She asked, "do you know what the food chain is?" Rong Jing squatted down in front of the moon and watched her kill the fish quickly. She asked with a smile, "what is the food chain?" "Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, shrimp eat purple mud." "Look at these seven big fish, how many small fish have you eaten?" she said? How many shrimps did the fish eat? How much Purple mud did shrimp eat? So, they should be eaten by you and me. It's called the food chain, the causal cycle. " "You have a point!" Rong Jingcheng thought so. Yun moon thinks of the essence of Chinese civilization for five thousand years, which is natural and rational. "It's a good cause and effect cycle, little girl, it's Buddha root." An old voice rings, words fall, people come. Yunqianyue looked up and saw an old man with white hair and childish complexion, wearing a cassock and holding two jars of wine in his hand. As soon as he arrived, there was a gust of wine in the air around him. She looked at the old man carefully, and the words "return to nature" automatically popped out of her mind. This old man's realm is obviously much higher than master Lingyin's Buddhist martial arts. Master Lingyin is full of earthly smoke and fire. Although the old man holds two jars of wine in his hand, he doesn't see half of it. At this time, she believed what Rongjing just said, "wine and meat have gone through intestines." If you put it on someone else's body, it may be empty talk. If you put it on the old man's body, you can see his way! "Good wine!" Rongjing heard the aroma of the wine and praised the two jars of wine of master Pushan. "Good wine, of course! Wine is not as good as wine. My old monk drank from her mother-in-law to her mother-in-law and then to her wine. It's been drinking for more than a hundred years. That's it. No other wine can pass my addiction. " Master Pushan laughed and put two jars of wine in front of Yun Qianyue and said to her, "little girl, you roast fish. I'll play a game with Jing Shizi. The old monk never played chess with anyone except the king Rong who lived a hundred years ago. Today I will play a game with his descendants. " "Good!" Yunqianyue agreed happily, but she didn't expect to let Rongjing, a precious young man, start to bake. Seeing his precious crescent white robe and his pair of jade fingers, she felt that it was really a waste to let him roast fish because of the smoke and fire. She had to do it by herself! "How about it? King Shizi? But with chess? You didn't take the old monk back to get it. " Pu Shan looks at Rongjing. "Naturally Rongjing takes the chessboard out of his arms."Well, ink white jade chess, good." When Pushan's old eyes brightened, regardless of the weeds and soil on the ground, he sat down with his knees crossed. Rong Jing lifted his clothes and sat down with his knees in spite of the weeds and soil on the ground. While killing the fish, Yun Qianyue glanced at the chess box that Rongjing took out and the old monk on the opposite side. She always felt that this guy had a premeditation to roast fish today. The purpose was to believe that the old monk in front of him would never do useless things. "Master, black or white?" Rongjing set the chessboard and asked Pu Shan. "Sunspot! In those days, King Rong liked black clothes, and I held white clothes. Now you like white clothes, and I naturally hold black ones. " The way of universal good. "Good teachers!" Rong Jing puts the sunspot's chess box in front of Pushan. "What is good and not good? You little doll can pretend to be better than your great grandfather! Come on. How about winning or losing? " Asked Pu Shan. "A game is a game." Rong Jing said with a smile. "It's a good time to drink and eat fish," he added www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
