Zhu Pingan looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, his brows wrinkled and then relaxed, then relaxed and wrinkled again.
Such a treasure, something that only existed in White Horse Temple for a hundred years, is given away just like that?
Something is wrong!
"Monk, if you really can't eat bad people, then eating it will be in vain! As I said just now, Bahua also ate more than a hundred body bean pills from the Taoist master, but there is no favor to repay..."
I wish you peace and don't accept favors. If you want to talk about it, it is owed by both sides and cancels each other out. Don't use it to argue with the monk after eating. It is what you have to give to the monk yourself.
"It doesn't matter. If you give it away, it will naturally be given away!" The monk said something philosophical.
Don't give it up for free, but it's still not safe. Zhu Ping'an asked again: "You are doing this privately, your great monk won't come to you, right?"
"Donor, don't worry, the junior monk can make the decision on matters in White Horse Temple." The monk nodded sincerely, with a look of expectation and longing on his face.
Zhu Pingan was confused, had he thought wrong just now? Didn't this monk really only care about Bahua's physique? Are you really attracted to Bahua and what kind of cymbidium orchid heart?
A little girl who loves to eat, is lazy, shows off, never knows what hard work is, and can't even control her excrement and urine, how much quality does she have?
Zhu Ping'an raised his eyes and looked at Bahua sitting on his shoulder, and then at the monk.
This monk is really not a simple monk. He is not an ordinary monk. Guess a little more... This monk is probably the future successor of the White Horse Zen Sect!
Zhu Pingan threw the porcelain bottle upward: "Bahua, look at..."
Bahua stretched out her hand like an ape and caught it in the air. There was a cork on the mouth of the porcelain bottle, and it opened with a gentle pull.
In an instant, the fragrance hits your nostrils, spreads out, and refreshes your heart and mind. Just smelling it makes you feel relaxed physically and mentally.
Ming Gongzhi turned around to look, and Mr. Da also raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes.
Even the curtains of the carriage on the side were opened, and Ning Jiushao's face was exposed!
A small object emitting Buddha's light fell on Bahua's little hand, and his little hand was spread out on top of Zhu Ping'an's head. Bahua also turned the porcelain vase upside down, looked into the porcelain vase with his eyes, and saw that it was dark, and then turned it upside down. Pour the porcelain bottle a few more times...
In this way, Bahua said: "Senior brother, it smells so good..."
"Do you like it?" Zhu Pingan asked.
Bahua didn't have time to reply, she only made a growl in her throat...
Zhu Pingan quickly pulled Bahua down and put it in his arms, then asked: "Eat?"
"Well, after eating...it didn't taste...tasteless...not sweet, just fragrant but not sweet, senior brother's sweet pills are still delicious!" Bahua's innocent big eyes were full of disgust.
Zhu Ping'an immediately became anxious and quickly reached out to caress Bahua's big belly. He touched it and found it strange that it didn't have any medicinal power that needed to be resolved like the Tidou Dan...
The monk also stepped forward, suspended in mid-air, staring at the eight flowers in Zhu Ping'an's arms, and seemed to be curious.
"You haven't seen it either?" Zhu Ping'an asked.
The monk nodded: "This is also the first time for this young monk to see someone take the Huan Dan."
"Then you're still sure you can't eat bad people?" Zhu Ping'an always felt that the monk was a bit unreliable.
The monk added: "This child will definitely not be eaten bad!"
"What are the criteria for judging? How come others can eat bad food, but Bahua can't eat bad food? What's the truth?" Zhu Ping'an was still worried. He kept touching Bahua's body with his hands, always afraid that something would go wrong.
"This child is so young, he can understand people's minds, understand things, speak wise words, and has great wisdom. However, he is also carefree, neither thinking nor impatient. He is born without dirt and unclean, his six roots are extremely pure, and his body is strong and healthy. It is transparent, flawless and has no injuries. This means that we have a deep connection with Buddha!"
The monk Zheng'er Ba Sutra said that the eyes are only on Bahua.
Zhu Ping'an just asked Bahua: "Pang Dun, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Bahua still shook her head innocently: "No, it's comfortable, it's all very comfortable..."
"Where's the head? Head?" Zhu Pingan pointed to her little head.
"The head is fine, senior brother, look at it, it doesn't hurt when shaken, and it doesn't hurt when hit..." Bahua actually hit his head himself.
Zhu Ping'an was amused: "Haha... Okay, great, let's go, it's free if you don't eat, and it's free if you eat!"
The monk was also happy, but he just nodded slightly, seeming to have a sense of relief and accomplishment.
Zhu Ping'an just hit the horse and left. Ming Gongzhi was standing by and said: "Qing'an boy, you are really evil..."
"I'm not plotting against anyone!" Zhu Ping'an refused to admit that they gave it to him.
The older gentleman on the side smiled while stroking his beard, and took the lead: "I'm going to the front of the motorcade..."
But the monk was still following behind, walking step by step.
Zhu Ping'an turned around and said, "Monk, don't you want to practice asceticism in the world? We are going to the colorful world, and we are going on different paths..."
"The young monk wishes to see the world of mortals!" The monk really became a dog-skin plaster.
Zhu Ping'an also knew that eating other people's food would not be easy to pass up, so he just said: "Do you, the monk, have a bad intention?"
"The young monk has been worshiping the Buddha for twenty-three years, but he has never seen the bustling world and the rolling dust of the world. He should go there!" The monk was very sincere.
Zhu Ping'an's mind was thinking, thinking over and over again. The heir to the White Horse Zen Sect had already entered the ninth rank at the age of twenty-three. Such a person would be extraordinary no matter where he was placed. He was a top-notch hero in the world...
Looking again at the driver with the curtains drawn, Zhu Pingan said: "It's okay if you want to follow, but I have to say something beforehand. My eight flowers will definitely have no chance of becoming a Buddha in this life, so there is no need to be harsh."
"Amitabha, Buddha's destiny is not with others, but only with yourself, so how can you be demanding?"
The monk's answer satisfied Zhu Ping'an. He did not force people to escape into Buddhism... but he also knew that the monk wanted to follow him, so he naturally wanted to influence Bahua...
Can the monk succeed if I wish you peace by your side?
It doesn't matter, just follow. I wish you peace and understanding: "Let me find you a car. You are also raising a family, so it is not convenient to walk..."
"Thank you so much, donor..." The monk saluted again.
Zhu Ping'an joked: "In this way, it will be more convenient for you to have a place to stay at night."
The monk understood it, and Saint Maha Maha understood it even more. Saint Ji Lanyu lowered her head, but the monk was generous and answered with folded hands: "Amitabha, joy is not joy, all conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in dreams, like lightning or dew. , you should observe like this, you are all cultivating obstacles, and the true meaning of Buddhism is the ultimate happiness!"
I wish you peace and I also understand! Only in love but not "love"? Spiritual love? Plato?
No wonder!
No wonder people want to do everything in heaven and earth, and refuse to admit it when they lift their pants! Can this not steal your belongings?
Okay, really okay!
The scumbag has gone out of his way!
In other words... the two of them may not necessarily be as Zhu Ping'an thought... so those things didn't happen to them. Is it really a spiritual love?
"Okay... I'll go ahead and look for a car with you..." Zhu Ping'an lightly tucked the horse's belly and went to find Mr. Da. Although there was nothing we owed him a favor, he wouldn't really be rude to him if he got his treasure. .
"Thank you donor!"
"You are a good monk, everything else is good, but you are too polite and not happy at all... Maybe the great monk of White Horse Temple taught you bad things!" Zhu Ping'an had already gone, and there were still words to say.
The monk was stunned for a moment... He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he seemed to have a problem that he couldn't understand.
(Thank you all for your support, and thank book friend 505439 for the reward. Please note that some old readers know that there have been some major changes in the previous article, and a section of the plot has been moved here. After this, the plot has completely entered the second volume, and the rhythm of the outline has changed. It’s normal, I’ve racked my brains, and I feel comfortable.)
(There is another thing I didn’t expect. On the last day of the new book list, it rushed to fifth place on the new book list, and Xian Xia ranked first. I love you again, I really love you!)
