Chapter 475

Soul dissolving soup,

Mortals drink memories that can awaken previous lives,

Since the birth of Cao in the underworld, without the imperial edict of the emperor of Yin, even Meng Po can't prepare soul soup without permission,

Your majesty, what are you doing.

Meng Po was suspicious, but she dared not ask more questions,

He hurriedly asked Wei Yingluo nearby to help him prepare the materials of Jiehun soup.

On the other side,

The streets of the prosperous Tang Dynasty,

The shabby monks walked down the street on foot,

He had only a golden bowl in his hand,

It seems so incompatible with his identity,

"Hey, the monk is holding a golden bowl for alms. Are temples so rich now?"

Passers-by couldn't help joking,

Golden bowl,

The heavy Golden Shadow made them salivate. If it wasn't in public, someone might have wanted to rob,

"Amitabha, this bowl is reserved by the Buddha. The monk only takes the palm."

"Hahaha, the Buddha is so rich that he let his followers come out for alms. What do you want, big fish and meat?"

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart. Almsgiving is fate. Why entangle in worldly things."

"You're a funny monk. Come on, my pot of excellent daughter Hong. Take it if you want."

The passers-by handed the wine to the monk,

The monk didn't refuse, so he stretched out his hand to take it, untied the wine seal on it, looked up and drank it,

"Hey, you monk is really interesting. Come and see, big guy. It's strange that monks have fucking drunk."

One after another, people came to watch,

There are even good people who take the initiative to hand over the roast chicken they just bought,

Monks are not polite to them,

As long as it's all for yourself,

A whole roast chicken was left with chicken bones outside,

"Monk, I think you should simply return to the common customs. It's boring to be a monk. You have to abide by the rules and regulations."

"Hey, monk, you drank the wine and ate the meat. You are full of warm thoughts and desires. There is a Huafang Street ahead. Do you want to play it, too?"

"Amitabha, Buddhism's rules and regulations are to make monks strict with themselves. I don't move my heart. I can't spare any dust."

"Well, I'm not moved. Don't disturb the world. Monk, your master is in a good mood today. I'll take you to see what the flower shop looks like."

The monk is silent,

The man who claimed to be the master of the gate had dragged him to the place where the flower shop was located,

The monk broke his precepts,

Many onlookers felt a little strange and followed them to find out,

When the big guys get to the flower shop,

The girl inside thought it was a big business, but she only saw a monk with a bare head,

"Girls, who of you can put this monk to bed today? See, a ingot of silver is yours."

The master joked,

A ingot of silver can last for half a month even if it is a bag of flower Kui,

The girls in the flower shop suddenly had greedy eyes,

What monk is not a monk,

As long as you can get the money in spring and night, it is true,

More than a dozen girls gathered around the monk, showy and coquettish,

The monk was not afraid, so he took all the orders,

Those girls are even more experienced in love. They fell in love with the monks before they were very old,

But they also noticed the golden bowl brought by the monk,

Heavy,

Bright,

Luring the greed in the heart,

"Monk, you say it's your Buddha or the girl here."

The door man hugged a girl and asked,

"Both are good."

"Hahaha, since everything is good, there must be a high or low order. Do you say whether the Buddha comes first or the girl comes first?"

"The girl comes first."

"Hahaha, you are a flower monk. Since the girl is first, I don't think it's useful to keep your golden bowl. Just sell it for money."

For a long time,

The master finally revealed his nature,

That's a golden bowl. If you take out the pawn, how much might it be worth,

If you confuse a monk, the golden bowl will be useless. It's better to change a girl,

"This is the Buddha's thing. Mortals can't touch it easily."

"You monk really don't know how to be funny. Since you all say that girls are good, what's the use of keeping it? To tell you the truth, if you give me this golden bowl, I'll let you be natural and unrestrained in the flower shop for a month, and you can choose all the girls."

"Spring night is worth thousands of gold, you know."

The door master made a look,

The girls attached to the monk immediately understood his meaning and showed off their customs by sticking to the monk,

"Amitabha, benefactor, this golden bowl is not a poor monk. I don't want to give it to you. I'm afraid you can't stand it, benefactor."

"Are you kidding? Don't mention a golden bowl. Even if the Buddha's golden body comes, I'll take it all."

The Master seemed to be stimulated by the monk's words and said without shame.

"In that case, please accept the golden bowl."

"Sent me?"

"Sending or not sending is fate. Amitabha."

The monk lay in the woman's gentle village and said with his palms folded,

Finally, the door master was rude and took the golden bowl from his arms,

There was a greedy look in his eyes.

"Lying in the trough, the boy picked up his stool."

"A golden bowl is worth a lot of money."

"Hey, it's all fate."

Two baojiaxian snuggled up on the beam of the flower house and saw the scene in front of them,

This is a monk,

Any two women put him in,

But before they two say anything more,

The door master held the golden bowl in his hand and didn't move, as if it had been frozen,

"Mr. door, why don't you talk."

When the girls in Huafang saw that the door master was still, they thought his soul had been caught by the golden bowl,

Laughing,

"Amitabha."

A surprising scene happened. The door master respectfully put the golden bowl on the table, then looked like a monk, folded his palms and said "Amitabha.",

"Master, you also want to become a monk."

Women keep teasing,

But Uncle door's flashing eyes became calm,

He even recited unfamiliar Buddhist scriptures,

The women in Huafang were stunned,

Is there any magic in this golden bowl? It can draw people's hearts and souls. Otherwise, how could the bully in the rampant village start to believe in Buddhism?

With the praise of the Buddhist scriptures,

The golden bowl is covered with a light golden glow,

Then it shrouded in the flower workshop,

Both the girls in the flower shop and the passers-by who came to watch the excitement were shrouded in golden light,

"Amitabha."

The monk stood up from the gentle village,

The people around are still,

He calmly picked up the golden bowl and said to the door master,

"Almsgiver, you have fate with our Buddha. You should put away this golden bowl."

The voice fell,

The golden bowl dissipated into golden mist and poured into the body of the door master,

Gollum, Gollum,

The door master twitched and foamed at the mouth,

It fell to the ground as if it were evil,

Not much later,

The thick hair began to fall off, and the turbid eyes lost their luster,

"Everything is nothing, everything is everything. The golden light appears in the world, and all living beings worship the Buddha."

Monk Jin Guang praised the Buddha's name in his mouth,

The Buddha could not stop venting from his body and pulled all the people in the flower workshop into the Buddhist realm,

For a moment,

For thousands of years,

When they wake up again,

He forgot all his life and devoted himself to the Buddha,