"I, Zhang Fei, am a butcher, and I have a lot of living things on my hands. Maybe this is my punishment!" Zhang Fei took a sip of wine, his face turned red and he was obviously a little drunk.
The four of them took turns talking about their life experiences.
Chu Cheng smiled and said, "What does Senior Brother Zhang mean by saying that eating those plants and trees is the right way?"
Zhang Feidao: "Buddhist vegetarianism is the right way, but it's a pity that I can't do it."
Chu Cheng took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "That's bullshit righteousness! Plants and trees are all living things. How can Buddhist disciples harvest the vitality of plants and trees to be righteous?"
After hearing this, Old Man Meng shook his head and said: "No, no. Plants and trees are merciless. If they are not in reincarnation, they are naturally no longer living beings."
Chu Cheng asked back: "Thousand-year-old flowers and trees have become spiritual beings? Can they become living beings?"
Old Meng was speechless: "This...this...I am talking about ordinary flowers and plants."
Chu Cheng looked at the wild mushrooms in the pot, picked up a piece with chopsticks, and put it into his mouth.
"In your opinion, all those flowers, plants and trees have no spirituality. They have no animal nature, no humanity, and they cannot have thoughts or thoughts. They do not have the functions of living beings. They do not have the thinking, pain, knowledge, brain, or body sensations of animals. , so eating grass and trees is a natural thing.”
Yan Hong nodded, everyone in the world thought so.
Chu Cheng said again: "But what do you think? Can the vegetation be alive?"
"Of course it does." Yan Hong thought for a while and said.
"Since plants and trees have life, then if I pick these wild mushrooms to eat today and cut off the life of wild mushrooms, wouldn't that be killing animals? Since I was born, I have eaten so much vegetarian and meat food that it adds up to tens of thousands . Then wouldn’t I become a demon that harms living beings?”
"Human beings are not grass and trees, who knows how to be ruthless? People are not grass and trees, who knows how to be heartless?" Chu Cheng shouted!
Zhang Fei's body was shaken and he suddenly understood something.
Chu Cheng wanted him to know that since all things have spirits, wouldn't it mean that everyone in the world is a sinner? Even a saint cannot escape this crime.
Zhang Fei glanced at Chu Cheng gratefully. If he only regarded him as a fellow disciple before, now he regarded Chu Cheng as a friend in his heart.
One word breaks the truth, and it's like the road to the top!
Old Meng, who has the highest level of cultivation here, looked at Chu Cheng with twinkling eyes and wondered what he was thinking.
Eating grass, trees and livestock is in accordance with nature and is the way of heaven. Everything in the world has been decided long ago, everything is determined by fate, and no one can change it.
Buddhism's prohibition against meat is for the sake of people's hearts and cannot tolerate all living things. However, by one's own efforts, one cannot change the world's eating and drinking of living beings. It can only allow more living beings to live in this world.
But this is still obedience to heaven!
If you want to quit, don’t stop others!
Everything has a cause and effect, everything is determined! This is the reincarnation of heaven. However, the plants and trees in Chu Cheng all have spirits, but they are said to be possessed by demons.
The devil says that everything belongs to me, all sentient beings have no appearance, and becoming a Buddha or a demon all belongs to me.
Grass and trees are not in the six realms of reincarnation, but Chu Cheng still believes that they have living beings, and even uses this to enlighten others, which is the way to become a demon.
Chu Cheng unknowingly embarked on the path of demonism, which is a path that goes against heaven.
After a long time, the sky gradually darkened and the wind and snow became much lighter.
The four of them quickly finished a pot of chicken soup with wild mushrooms. There were empty wine jars lying around. During this period, Yan Hong also took out a jar of "Bamboo Leaf Qing" that Old Meng had been hiding for many years.
Bamboo leaf sake is made from Qingtan bamboo leaves. Although it is not as good as the grass jelly, it is still rare in the mortal world and is worth a pot of gold.
Chu Cheng didn't drink much, but he drank a lot, especially the last jar of bamboo leaf sake. He drank a lot.
In his previous life, Chu Cheng was allergic to alcohol and even went to the emergency room after drinking. In this life, my ability to drink has improved a lot.
The four of them had a heart-to-heart talk and learned that Old Man Meng was originally a boy. He failed several provincial examinations and went up the mountain to commit suicide in frustration. He happened to be rescued by an inner disciple of the Luoyun Sect, and then he became a miscellaneous boy. Serving disciples.
There is also Yan Hong, who is a descendant of the Bei Kingdom, but she is also an ordinary person, but like Chu Cheng, she is gathering energy in the mortal world.
If it were other small sects who succeeded in gathering Qi in the mortal world, they would all be people with outstanding talents, and even the elders of the sect would personally recruit disciples.
Chu Cheng was also stunned at first. The Huang Kingdom and the Bei Kingdom were at war. They could be said to be life-and-death enemies. But now people from the two countries were sitting here drinking together.
The two generations of Chu and Cheng were certainly not old-fashioned in their thinking and worried about this. As for Yan Hong, he was a cultivator and would not care about such a matter of national hatred.
After almost eating, Chu Cheng raised his head and looked through the window at the sky outside.
The blizzard has receded, and the snowflakes have begun to fly.
Although the sun has set and it is already night, under the moonlight and among the white snow, the whole world is already day. Even during the day it's nothing more than that.
"Junior Brother Chu? Where are you going?" Yan Hong was a little confused when she saw Chu Cheng's movements.
"I'll go take a look in the fields." Chu Cheng stood up and walked out the door.
A crack has already opened, and Chu Cheng wants to see if the first seed can be planted tonight.
The ground has been covered with a thick layer of snow, which makes a crunching sound when you step on it.
Countless snowflakes fell from the sky, falling on the ground, in the river, on the trees... and naturally fell on Chu Cheng.
The moon in the distance on the lake is very round and flat without any ripples, just like a mirror or another starry sky.
The frozen lake surface is like a mirror, perfectly carving the second moon into the lake, making it impossible to tell which one is real and which one is fake.
Nearby, the white snow surface exuded a faint light, and another pale yellow light appeared in the white light.
The first snow, three moons appeared? Or four?
Chu Cheng would not know or think about it. No one will know how big the moon will be in the snow.
while walking. Chu Cheng has arrived in the field.
The land was strange, evident in the difficulty of tilling it, but it is also strange today.
The snow today can be said to be the heaviest in a century, but the fields are still a fiery red, so conspicuous among the white snow. It's like a piece of white paper with one big character written on it.
Chu Cheng secretly thought that it was indeed a field where fairy grass was planted. Rain could fall and snow could fall, but it could not cover its color.
He walked to a place with a five-pointed star and looked carefully at the slight cracks in that area. It is the place where Chu Cheng has been farming.
Chu Cheng looked at the crack without feeling as happy as before, and suddenly felt a little sad tonight.
One pill takes three years, and ten pills will take at least thirty years. Thirty years later, will the old Marquis still be there? Can parents bear the pain of missing their children?
Are there family members in another world? How about now.
"Oh." Chu Cheng sighed, picked up the hoe and hoeed hard.
"Bang!" It was the iron-like sound again day after day, but it was a little different, with a slight click sound.
This was the sound of the earth breaking open. Chu Cheng didn't feel happy, he just took out the seeds and planted them calmly.
Chu Cheng put down his hoe, and according to his daily habit, he went to the lake to meditate and practice, and used the moonlight at night to sense the points of starlight.
The lake is only three miles away from the red land. Chu Cheng did not fly tonight, but walked on foot.
There was only snow and no scenery, but he still remembered everything he saw. Maybe this is where I will live my whole life.
Chu Cheng stopped and sat down slowly. Looking up at the full moon in the sky, I feel more and more lonely and miss my family more and more.
"The snow is beginning to fall outside the curtain, and the fragrance of the green curtain is still lingering on the fire. Sitting alone in the cold night makes me feel tired, and it is so far away, and the broken dreams make it even more lonely." Chu Cheng murmured. "Snowflakes are lost in the dust, but they fall in my heart. For three years, I have been awake all night, afraid of dreaming about my family." Chu Cheng smiled bitterly. "The same bright moon, but so far apart."
"Is the broken dream even more desolate and lonely?"
Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice came into Chu Cheng's ears.
