"Pfft -" After Si Bong heard this, a mouthful of porridge in his mouth spurted out immediately. He immediately stretched out his hands to cover his neck and said with a pale face: "You... aren't you afraid that mushrooms are poisonous? I heard that the more colorful the mushrooms, the more colorful they are. The more beautiful the mushrooms are, the more poisonous they are! You actually used me as an experiment!"
It's really annoying that he, the dignified dean of Taibaiyuan, was not killed by the devil's breath or at the hands of the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord, but he was actually poisoned to death by this damn bowl of mushroom porridge! If it spreads out, wouldn't it make people laugh?
Wuchen waved his hand and said with a smile:
"Why are there no pilgrims coming to Lannuo Temple? The mountain has been closed due to heavy snow recently, and you are the only guest. But don't worry, I can even suppress the devil's breath for you, not to mention the mere mushroom poison? If you are really poisoned, It will be fine if I revive you again."
"Besides, it's been so long. If it was poisonous, you would have already been poisoned. Don't scare yourself. Come on, have a glass of wine to calm down!"
Si Kong was still angry with the monk at first, but after thinking about it, he had already drank more than half a bowl of mushroom porridge, and nothing happened. Besides, the porridge tasted really good, and he was really hungry, so he simply He raised his head and drank the remaining half bowl of porridge.
After drinking the porridge, he wiped his mouth, pointed to Wuchen, and said: "Monk, you said that if I was poisoned by mushrooms, you would save me. If not, just wait for me to drag you to see the King of Hell. !”
Wuchen pushed a glass of wine in front of him and said with a smile: "Amitabha, the donor is so narrow-minded! Is it possible for such a trivial matter to lead the young monk to die together?"
Si Kong was finally able to drink the glass of wine he had longed for. He felt the aroma of the wine was fragrant, and the wine was as thick as honey. When he passed the tip of his tongue, he felt the richness and density of the hops. After drinking a glass, he felt the lingering effects on his teeth and cheeks. The fragrance is as if passing through flowers, the fragrance is pleasant and memorable.
Si Kong couldn't help but smacked his lips and sighed: "Monk, what kind of wine is this?"
Wuchen smiled and said: "The flower front drunk of Tianxia Winery."
Si Kong held the wine glass in his hand, smelled the lingering fragrance, and sighed: "Drunk in front of the flowers? Sleep under the flowers while drunk, sit and look at the flowers when you are awake. What a name! You are such a handsome monk, you have hidden such a worldly wine, what a good wine ah!"
Wuchen raised his head and laughed loudly, then raised his glass and said with a smile: "Life is just a drunken dream. How can you dream if you are not drunk?"
Wuchen said, suddenly changing the topic, reaching out to Si Kong, staring at him with sincere eyes, and said: "Since the devil's breath has been suppressed, please give me some reward!" After saying that, those beautiful eyes couldn't help but He blinked again, looking very expectant.
"Remuneration...remuneration?!" Si Kong choked: "Monk, do you still need to pay for suppressing the demon?"
Wuchen smiled evilly and said: "Of course you have to charge money! Otherwise, where will the young monk get the money to get drunk before spending time? The wines that are famous on the list of wineries in the world are not cheap!"
Si Kong's expression was condensed. He really hadn't thought about this aspect. After all, he thought that monks had nothing in common and only wanted to help others. Who would have expected that he would meet such a money-grubbing monk? Didn't he promise to be pure and devoid of desires? To save all sentient beings?
Seeing his expression of embarrassment, Monk Wuchen suddenly changed his expectant face and said, "Hey, you don't have any money, do you?"
Sikong scratched his head in embarrassment, and then said awkwardly: "When I left, I never thought that I would be able to live. The money I earn from teaching on weekdays is all given by my sister.
My sister helped me keep it, so... I didn't bring much money with me when I came out, and on this trip, I spent a lot of money on it. "
Wuchen shook his head and sighed, and said: "So you escaped secretly? I saw that you gave the priceless fox fur to the young monk casually. I thought you were rich, so you spent a lot of effort to give it to the young monk. You suppressed the devil's breath, but I didn't expect that the most valuable thing on your body is that fox fur! Sigh... What a pity I am drunk before flowers!"
As Wuchen spoke, he stretched out his hands furtively and began to drink the pot of flowers placed on the table, slowly moving them toward him.
He thought that Si Kong couldn't see his dirty behavior, but Si Bai had already heard the friction of his sleeves. He lowered his head and faced the direction where the wine bottle was slowly moving, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said, "Monk , you can't be so stingy! Just because I don't have money, you don't even let me drink wine? I still have a few Horcruxes on me!"
"Horcrux?!" Wuchen
The light that had dimmed in the monk's eyes bloomed again, and he looked at him expectantly, as if flowers were about to bloom on his beautiful and evil face.
In order to prove that he was not at the end of his rope, Si Kong listed all his Horcruxes on the stone table one by one.
When Wuchen saw it, his eyes couldn't help but shine, and he clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, it's a crime, it's a crime! The monk should be paid some hard work! Don't blame the Buddha! Don't blame the Buddha! The monk will go down the mountain to buy you some gold paint another day. , come back and gild your body!"
The Horcruxes on the table were taken away one by one by the monk Wuchen. Si Kong couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. However, thinking about it, it was thanks to Wuchen that he was able to suppress the demonic aura in his body this time, so he could only sigh. A sound.
Wuchen put all the Horcruxes into his sleeves, then lifted up the wine placed in front of the table, poured a full glass for Si Kong, stretched out his fingers and tapped the table twice quickly, and said with a smile: "Donor Sikong, I don't know How much money did you leave with your sister?"
Sikong said angrily: "Don't even think about using that money! That's the money I reserved for the dowry for the Lingzhu!"
This monk is not only addicted to alcohol, but also loves money as much as his life. He is really shameless!
Wuchen reached out and scratched his shiny bald head, and said with a smile: "How could it be? The young monk was just asking casually."
Si Kong took a sip of Huaqian Zui, then looked at Wuchen, and said: "I don't know when the demon breath in my body will attack again. Monk, why don't you just let me follow you down the mountain to slay the demons? In this way, I can still I can help you earn some drinking money. If my demonic aura breaks out, you can suppress it for me, lest I be controlled by the demonic aura and kill everywhere."
Wuchen said: "Your idea is indeed good. I can teach you the Great Formless Curse to Conquer the Demon. However, not everyone can learn the Great Formless Curse to Conquer the Demon. Even Abbot Zhijue, who has profound Buddhist teachings, cannot learn it. You have to be mentally prepared.”
Si Kong nodded and said: "I understand, monk. Thank you very much for your willingness to pass on the Great Wuxiang Curse to me!" He hurriedly added: "Do you want to charge me?"
Wuchen's big eyes turned left and right, and then he said with a smile: "The tuition fee will be deducted from your efforts to conquer demons!"
Si Kong sighed helplessly and said, "You greedy monk!"
Wuchen saluted with one hand and said: "Amitabha, if this were not the case, where would the young monk get the money to repair this Lannuo Temple? From now on, you and I will cook tea and wine here, and don't go out to harm others.
, wouldn’t it be great? "
Si Kong took a sip of wine, smiled crookedly, and said, "Monk, in fact, the incense in Lannuo Temple is thin and the temple is in shabby condition. Why are you so persistent?"
Although Si Bai couldn't see it, he could still feel the dilapidation and depression of Lannuo Temple. When I came here, it was already a bit dilapidated. Nowadays, the incense is sparse and there is no money to repair it. It must be in tatters now.
Wuchen bullied Si Kong's blindness, opened his eyes and told lies, saying: "Buddhist temple is the heart, Lannuo Temple is so magnificent, such a beautiful place, you actually call it shabby?"
Si Bai picked up the wine glass and heard the sound of rotten wood falling from the eaves behind him, followed by the crisp sound of falling tiles.
Si Kong put his hand on his forehead and sighed: "You are such a slippery monk, you deceive me into not being able to see, and you are here to fool me again!"
Wuchen picked up the wine glass, lowered his head and sipped slowly. The breeze blew his white monk's robe, and he was as elegant as an immortal in white who did not disturb the dust. He always seems to be as stable as a mountain, as clear as water, as leisurely as clouds, and as comfortable as the wind, as if he will not be disturbed by anything in this world.
Si Bai drank the wine in his hand and sighed: "Monk, I don't know why? The feeling of drinking with you seems to remind me of an old friend?"
"who?"
"Zen Master Zhiyuan."
Wuchen clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! He is an interesting old monk!"
Si Bai filled the wine glass with Huaqian Zui, and then poured the wine on the ground. Wu Chen said distressedly: "What are you doing?"
"Zen Master Zhiyuan is also a drinker, so I'd like to propose a glass of wine to him!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, if you do this, won't you waste the wine? He may not be able to drink it!"
Si Kong smiled slightly, and then asked Wuchen: "I heard... you look somewhat similar to Zen Master Zhiyuan when you were young. Don't you think...
It must be his grandson! "
Wuchen raised his glass and smiled, saying: "You are the grandson!"
"Monk..."
"Um?"
"I...hehe! I seem to have seen you become Zen Master Zhiyuan! Hehe! How come there are three Zen Masters Zhiyuan? Hehehe! Zen Master Zhiyuan... why are you dancing with the sword?"
Wuchen chuckled and said: "Your drinking capacity can't be that bad, right? It's not that bad. How many drinks have you had?"
Si Kong shook his head and said: "I have a good drinking capacity..." After saying that, he raised the wine glass and fell heavily on the stone table with a thud.
You are a blind man, what can you see? Return the old monk to dance with his sword! Wuchen's brows twitched, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself, well... I heard people say that eating poisonous mushrooms will cause hallucinations. Could it be that...
Wuchen frowned and said: "It's over, it seems like I've been tricked! It seems like this mushroom is really poisonous!"
Wuchen knew that he was in the wrong, so he secretly sent Si Kong back to the meditation room, and then gave him a detoxification pill. The next day, Si Kong slowly woke up after three o'clock in the morning. I reached out and touched my head, which was hurt by the fall last night. I felt light-headed and light-headed.
Wuchen insisted that it was because he was too drunk and it was caused by being drunk, but he always felt that something was wrong. Is his drinking capacity really that bad? Of course, Monk Wuchen would not admit it even if he was beaten to death. He was actually poisoned by eating those hallucinogenic mushrooms. This dishonest monk.
