Chapter 5 (1/2)

Xishan temple is in the effective area of Zhenhai city, not too far from the dream bar.

Stepping on the broken moonlight, he wandered into Xishan temple, and the abbot hasn't slept yet.

”Master, what are you doing?” Idly walked into the Abbot's room and saw what master Zhitong seemed to hide in a hurry. He was bulging under his broad monk's robe, and his expression was very unnatural, so he asked with doubts.

”Nothing, nothing.” Zhitong quickly stretched out his greasy hand, covered his mouth, hesitated, and couldn't speak clearly.

He tried hard to swallow the things in his mouth. On Zhitong's face, he also recovered his old profound and unfathomable voice: ”disciple, why don't you go to bed so late?”

For Zhitong, idleness is still very emotional. He is really good for himself. His care comes from his heart. Moreover, this body also has a strong attachment to Zhitong. Therefore, in his heart, idleness really regards Zhitong as a family member.

”I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk.” I didn't want to tell Shifu about looking for Xiao Jin. After all, I'm a monk now. I'm a little embarrassed to say it in a place like a bar.

”Rub!”

A small gold sitting on a wasted shoulder sniffed hard, jumped down directly and rushed to Zhitong quickly.

Before Zhitong could react, Xiao Jin's monkey claw had reached under his broad monk's robe.

”Pa!”

I was surprised to see a half eaten crispy chicken fall to the ground under master's generous monk's robe.

Zhitong reached out to catch the crispy chicken, but unexpectedly, Xiao Jin was faster than him. He grabbed it first, jumped outside the door, ate and stomped quickly.

”Master, how dare you eat meat?” He looked at Zhitong in a daze. His heart was full of doubts. Didn't he say that monks can't eat meat?

”Disciple, listen to me...” Zhitong stood up with an embarrassed face, and the unfathomable look on his face disappeared.

But just as he stood up, suddenly another object fell from his broad monk's robe.

”Pa!”

A bottle fell on the ground and broke into many pieces. The strong aroma of wine dispersed.

”Master, do you still drink?” It's really unexpected. I remember wasting time. Shifu always told him that monks should be quiet and abstain from alcohol and meat, but

Zhitong meat looked at the broken wine bottle on the ground with pain and sighed in his heart. This wine, but the 20-year cellar, is really too wasteful. He took a deep breath of wine fragrance, but suddenly remembered that the waste is still in front of him.

The old face could not help but turn red, but just for a moment, it returned to normal again, and that touch of unfathomable also returned to the face: ”disciple, you should know that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the truth left by the Buddha in the heart, so being a teacher is also to experience the realm of the Buddha in the heart.”

Looking at Shifu in vain admiration, he was indeed an expert in Taoism. He found the reason so quickly, and his face was not red and his heart did not jump. It was natural to say.

But in my heart, I suddenly felt a kind of kindness and seemed to be at a distance from Zhitong. I was pulled closer by the meat and wine: ”master, why are you so careless and smell the smell? This wine should have been stored for 20 years?”

”Isn't it? It was saved by my master, that is, your master. There aren't many bottles in total.” As soon as Zhitong heard about wine in vain, he suddenly came to the spirit. It was a pity to look at the pool of wine stains on the ground.

After listening to it, he was unhappy: ”master, you can't do this properly. When the master passed these to you, you kept them from me. You only passed on my broken scriptures. It gave me a headache.”

”Hey, hey,” Zhitong smiled awkwardly and wiped his greasy hand on his body: ”don't you know before I can pass it on to you.”

Zhitong sighed in his heart. It seems that it will be difficult to swallow those bottles of cellared old wine alone in the future.

Shifu eats meat and drinks. Naturally, he also wants to drink soup. He is about to ask Shifu for a bottle of chennian cellar, but he suddenly remembers that Liu Yan is charming and confused in the bar. He suddenly moved in his heart and approached Zhitong: ”Shifu, discuss something with your old man.”

Zhitong thought that he wanted to talk about drinking and eating meat in vain, so he didn't care and said, ”disciple, say it. Anyway, we also have teachers. That's what your master taught me. Of course, I can't hide secrets from you.”

”Master, it's like this. Do we Buddhists have to abstain from sex?” Idly and carefully, he asked what he thought in his heart and looked forward to Zhitong.

”Quit, of course you have to quit!” Zhitong didn't expect that waste would ask this question. He immediately stared round and wanted to be powerful, but he glanced at the broken wine bottle underground and swallowed the words scolded behind.