Chapter 431 Whose Dog Is Not Under Close Watch?

The person who questioned Yang Zhenling was a monk. He had a fat head and big ears. He wore a monk's robe that exposed his breasts. He held a piece of roasted gold scale in his hand. There were still oil stains on the corners of his mouth. He looked like a monk who was not afraid of meat and wine. .

Yang Zhenling was also puzzled. There had never been a monk on Wufeng Island, but this monk dared to question him in public. He still asked his fellow disciples next to him in a low voice the identity of this person.

After learning the identity and origin of the monk, Yang Zhenling couldn't help but feel a big headache. It would be fine if this monk was just an ordinary outsider, but he happened to be another distinguished guest invited by the head. Yang Zhenling had to take his doubts seriously. .

"Master Wuwei, let's let the facts speak for themselves! Since you question the unfairness of my selection, how about you taste this roasted golden scale made by the prize winner?" Yang Zhenling lowered his attitude and said.

"The smell of this roasted gold scale is very fragrant, but is it not done well by the poor monk? If the poor monk doesn't taste his roasted gold scales, the poor monk wants you to taste mine!"

People who would question at such a time would be expected to become more competitive in nature. This monk Wuwei, in addition to being more competitive, also has a very hot temper. As he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and shook it, and the roasted gold scales, which were not big in the first place, appeared on Yang Zhenling's tightly closed eyes. Inside the mouth.

The soft fish meat was punched out with internal force and squeezed into Yang Zhenling's mouth, causing severe pain in Yang Zhenling's teeth.

No matter how good-tempered Yang Zhenling was, being humiliated like this in public made the anger in his heart soar. However, the visitor was a guest, and Monk Wuwei was an honored guest invited by the master. He could only suppress the rising anger a little more.

It must be said that the roasted golden scales made by the fearless monk were very good, but Yang Zhenling only tasted a little and spit it out.

"I have already tasted the roasted golden scales made by Master Wuwei. The taste is indeed not as good as the one in my hand. If Master Wuwei is not willing to taste this roasted golden scale, then there is no need to question my selection." Yang Zhenling said.

"You can still say something like this after eating the roasted golden scales made by a poor monk. What's the harm in the poor monk even if he tastes the roasted golden scales in your hand?"

Monk Wuwei stretched out his hand, and the roasted golden scales made by Gu Zheng appeared in his hand. However, just like a person with a mysophobia, when Monk Wuwei looked at the baked golden scales made by Gu Zheng, his face showed a look of disgust and it was very difficult to swallow.

"Master Wuwei, since you have questioned it, you should try it!"

"That's right, don't just dare to question, but don't even dare to taste the food made by others. Do you suspect that they are poisoned?"

"Master Wuwei, please try it! I think what he makes is not as delicious as yours!"

Amid the cheers of the onlookers, Monk Wuwei finally bit the roasted golden scale made by Gu Zheng.

Although the roasted golden scales were a bit cold, Monk Wuwei's eyes widened as soon as he took a bite.

The fish skin was grilled very special, with some slight burnt and some slight elasticity. Logically speaking, the fish skin should be grilled like this, and the fish meat should be a little dry. However, the fish meat in Monk Wuwei's mouth was not dry at all. There’s even just the right amount of gravy coming out!

After the mouthful of fish was completely consumed, only the delicious aroma was left in the mouth. The disgust on the fearless monk's face disappeared. He became like a vicious wolf, eating up the small roasted golden scales in his hand in three swipes. Jing, he even put the fish skeleton in his mouth and sucked it again and again.

"whispering sound!"

There were boos all around.

"It sounds like you're not convinced, but actually it's something else."

"I originally questioned other people's cooking skills and treated their roasted golden scales like shit, but when I ate it myself, what was my reaction? That's enough!"

"Well, I originally thought it would be fun to watch, but now it seems that Master Wuwei is nothing more than that."

Faced with the discussion of the crowd, the fearless monk roared: "You know nothing! Buddha tasted 'emptiness' in this grilled fish. Do you understand what 'emptiness' is? If you don't understand, don't come here anymore." You are yelling, Buddha has no time to preach to you!"

After scolding those who were watching, Monk Wuwei immediately looked at Yang Zhenling, and his eyes became eager: "Boy, where is the person who made this grilled fish? The poor monk wants to see him!"

Yang Zhenling really didn't want to take Monk Wuwei to see Gu Zheng, but seeing that he didn't look like he was looking for trouble, he had to reluctantly nod.

After Yang Zhenling and Monk Wuwei left, everyone who was stunned by the yelling started talking again.

"Which of you knows what emptiness is?"

"I don't know!"

"I understand a little bit."

"Since you know a little bit about it, tell us about it!"

"The so-called emptiness does not mean that something that exists suddenly ceases to exist, but that the existence of all things has no self-nature and no unchanging and immortal entity, so emptiness is the reality. The Buddha said 'The existence of matter is like bubbles, feelings are like water bubbles, appearances are like sun flames, volitional actions are like plantains, and recognition is like illusion. 'Only by getting rid of erroneous and illusory cognition can we realize the emptiness of the origin of birth and death. "

"I still don't understand. Can you explain it more simply?"

"Emptiness is the nature, ontology, and essence of space, and so is your mind! It is everywhere, subtle and colorless, as empty as water, invisible to the eye, neither born nor destroyed, neither increasing nor decreasing, pervading the void. The foundation of all things is the foundation of all sentient beings’ enlightenment and enlightenment. It is also the foundation of the Buddha’s divine power and wisdom. Emptiness is like water. Those who can penetrate it will understand everything and become fully enlightened.”

"Emptiness is the name of Buddha-nature, abbreviated as emptiness, or it may be called Buddha, the first meaning, Nirvana, perfect enlightenment, emptiness, vacuum, trueness, essence, true mind, Dharmakaya, self-nature, mind-nature, Tathagata's treasure-nature, Bodhi, Although there are many different names for Tai Chi and other names, the reality is the same and the Dharma Realm is the same!"

"After saying so much, maybe you still don't understand, but you should hear what I said at the end. Among the many names of emptiness, one is called Tai Chi! What does Tai Chi represent? You and I are both practitioners, so you don't need me Can you say any more?"

"The Tao of Tai Chi is manifested!"

"You're saying that Monk Wuwei felt like he had the Tao after eating a roasted golden scale?"

"It seems like this!"

"This is really nonsense! Eating a grilled fish and feeling enlightened? Why doesn't he go to heaven? Why doesn't he stand shoulder to shoulder with Buddha?"

"This monk is crazy. We don't need to worry about him. Let's just drink and dance!"

Amid the disdain of all the practitioners, the musical instruments that had been suspended played again next to the largest bonfire, and the girls on the island started singing and dancing hand in hand again.

When Yang Zhenling took Monk Wuwei over, Gu Zheng was savoring the roasted golden scales and drinking coconut milk wine leisurely. As for Miaomiao, she had already eaten a lot of roasted golden scales. Gu Zheng wouldn't let her touch the other three dishes because she had to wait for Yang Zhenling. She felt that staying here was more torturous, so she went to play aside.

"I'm really sorry to keep my fellow Taoists waiting for so long."

As soon as the man came closer, Yang Zhenling spoke apologetically.

"What happened? Why have you been gone so long?"

Gu Zheng accepted the prize from Yang Zhenling and glanced at the embarrassed monk Wuwei as he spoke.

"The thing is like this, because the poor monk questioned the ownership of the prize, so he wasted a little time. Now the poor monk is convinced by the roasted gold scales made by the donor!"

Monk Wuwei answered on behalf of Yang Zhenling, and his eyes swept over Gu Zheng's kitchen utensils many times, with surprise always in his eyes.

"If the poor monk remembers correctly, this set of fairy kitchen utensils originally belonged to the Kunlun Sect. During the Kunlun Festival some time ago, it was won by the head of the Emei Sect, Gu Zheng, in a bet. Seeing that the donor is not very old, he was also called the ancient path by this boy. Friend, are you the leader of the Emei Sect, Gu Zheng?" Monk Wuwei said.

In addition to questioning the ownership of the prize, Gu Zheng had no good impression of Monk Wuwei!

First of all, at first glance, this person is a drunken and meaty monk. Gu Zheng has always been disgusted with monks who escape into Buddhism, are unconventional and do not abide by the rules and precepts. He feels that this kind of monk is not just a "wineful and meaty monk, sitting in the heart of the Buddha", but There is no piety at all.

Secondly, Buddhism is a Western religion, while Emei, where Guzheng is located, belongs to local Taoism. Although Guzheng does not have any prejudice against Buddhism, he is somewhat resistant to it.

"Yes, I am the head of Emei, Gu Zheng. Which temple is the great monk from?" Gu Zheng said calmly.

"Amitabha, this poor monk comes from Prajna Temple, and his dharma name is Wuwei."

"Prajna Temple?"

Gu Zheng frowned slightly.

The position of Prajna Temple in Buddhism is like Kunlun in the world of Taoist cultivation. This monk Wuwei has heard his name in ancient times, but he can remember this name because of his master, his master's name Yuankong is one of the three masters of Buddhism, and his cultivation is in the middle stage of returning to the void.

"Yes, Prajna Temple, the ancient head should have heard of it, right?" Wuwei said proudly.

"I heard it."

Gu Zheng just said it lightly, and then closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk to Wuwei anymore.

"Fellow Ancient Taoist, where is Miss Miaomiao?" Yang Zhenling asked.

"She went to play, and she will probably come back soon. When she comes back, we can start."

"I hope Miss Meow Meow will come back soon. I can't wait to get started. It's going to be hard work!"

"Master Gu, what are covered in these plates of yours should be delicious food, right? I wonder if the poor monk can also taste it?"

Gu Zheng's irresponsibility made Monk Wuwei's face look unpleasant. He gritted his teeth and finally said something to lower his status.

"Since I call myself a poor monk, I won't invite the monk to taste these things. We will start soon, monk, you'd better do it yourself!"

"you,"

Faced with Gu Zheng's euphemistic yet direct irony, Wuwei felt a little confused for a moment.

"Originally, I wanted to try whether the food made by Master Gu still has the taste of emptiness, but now it seems that an rude person like Master Gu, even if he makes food with the taste of emptiness, it will not taste good. It's just a fluke." Monk Wuwei shook his head.

Gu Zheng understood what emptiness was, and he was a little surprised that Monk Wuwei, with his late fifth-level cultivation, could actually understand such profound meanings! But an accident was an accident, and he still didn't want to have too much communication with Monk Wuwei.

Monk Wuwei thought that since he had said so, Gu Zheng would definitely say something else! As long as Gu Zheng said something, everything would turn around, but he didn't expect that Gu Zheng not only didn't say anything to him, but actually started talking and laughing with Yang Zhenling, which made his face instantly become extremely ugly. The anger in his heart towards Gu Zheng also climbed to the critical point.

"Master Gu must be a guest in another VIP room, right? I want to know, how virtuous and capable Master Gu is, that he can stay in the VIP room No. 1? I want to change rooms with Master Gu, but I don't know. Are you willing?" Monk Wuwei challenged.

"The VIP room was reserved by the leader of my Tianxin Sect. How can a distinguished guest change it privately?"

Yang Zhenling frowned. He had long been unhappy with this monk Wuwei.

"Boy, you have no place to speak here. If you don't want to go to the sea to take a bath, you should shut up as a monk!" Monk Wuwei shouted.

The VIP room opposite Gu Zheng's room, whether it was the thickness of the tree, or the size and height of the room, was not as good as that of Gu Zheng's room. Regarding this point, Gu Zheng actually felt that the comparison between the two VIP rooms was not good, but who would have thought that Monk Wuwei who lived there would actually use this to cause trouble.

"I, He Dehe, don't need you to care about me. As for changing rooms, I am naturally unwilling to do so. I advise you to walk as far as you can while I'm not angry now!"

Gu Zheng's voice was still calm, as if he was chatting about everyday things, but his lukewarmness finally made the furious monk Wuwei unable to bear it any longer.

"You are really arrogant! I heard that you like to bet, and you won a lot of things through betting at the Kunlun Dragon Battle Square. So do you have the guts to make a bet with the poor monk today? Who among us lives? VIP Room No. 1, let the outcome of the bet speak for itself!”

Monk Wuwei shouted at Gu Zheng with a voice that was almost a roar.

"Whose dog is not tied up? If you keep barking, you will be killed for meat!"

The sound of meow suddenly sounded, and her figure also ran towards this side.

Being called a dog and told to kill him for meat, Monk Wuwei was really angry. Originally, he thought Miaomiao was just a little girl and wanted to be different from her, but upon closer inspection, his brows furrowed.

"I didn't expect it! The dignified head of Emei actually colluded with a goblin. If this matter spreads, I don't know what the righteous people in the world will think of it!"

Monk Wuwei looked at Gu Zheng and Miaomiao and sneered.

"What did you say?"

Miaomiao's hair suddenly exploded, and the nails on her fingers suddenly grew longer, and she assumed a fighting posture. If Gu Zheng hadn't stretched out his hand to stop her, she would have rushed out.

"What's wrong? You still want to fight with me? Come on! Lord Buddha, I'm going to slay demons today!"

Monk Wuwei took out an alms bowl from his arms. He had always been calm and peaceful, but finally his face showed anger, which made him feel a little happy.

"Manjusri Bodhisattva has a green-haired lion, Samantabhadra has a six-tusked white elephant, and Buddha even recognized a peacock as his mother! In your eyes, are the blue-haired lion, the six-tusked white elephant, and the peacock Great Ming King Bodhisattva all fairies? Yours Are Bodhisattva and Buddha also colluding with the demons?" Gu Zheng said coldly.

"presumptuous!"

Monk Wuwei shouted: "How can the Bodhisattva Buddha be compared with ordinary people like you? The green-haired lion and the six-tusked white elephant can stay beside the Bodhisattva, which shows that they already have the Buddha nature! The peacock can be named the Mother of the Buddha, and can become the Buddha's mother." Peacock Great Ming King Bodhisattva is also a symbol of possessing Buddha nature! But the demon next to you, I see only violence in its eyes!"

"She's violent? What's wrong with her being violent? She's also violent to the people she should be violent to!"

Gu Zheng stood up and said word by word: "I allow you to reorganize your words and apologize to Miaomiao for what you just said!"

"Apologise, you want me to apologize to a goblin? Are you sure you are still a normal person?" Monk Wuwei laughed.

"You won't apologize, right? Then tear his mouth apart!"

Gu Zheng shouted sharply, and Miao Miao, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately turned into an afterimage.

Monk Wuwei's eyes widened instantly. He originally thought that Miaomiao was the kind of fairy that could transform in advance without any need for advanced cultivation! But what he didn't expect was that Miaomiao was a fairy who transformed completely based on his strength. Just an afterimage made him understand what kind of gap there was between him and Miaomiao!

Monk Wuwei dared to shout, but it was not because he had no support at all. The black gold alms bowl in his hand was an intermediate fairy weapon. He once relied on this fairy weapon to kill an earth demon-level spirit beast, which was equivalent to Immortal cultivators refine their Qi-level strength. Of course, there is no such thing as immortal weapons in Buddhism. The immortal weapons in their hands are all called Buddhist weapons, and the level determination is the same as that of immortal weapons.

The Wujin Bowl is very powerful, but no matter how powerful the immortal weapon is, it still needs to be able to exert its power.

Without using the black gold alms bowl, Monk Wuwei didn't know it. In fact, when Miao Miao left, she had already used magic to seal the black gold alms bowl. Therefore, when Monk Wuwei was about to use Wujin Bowl's magical power, he discovered that Wujin Bowl was a little out of control.

"ah!"

Screams rang out, and almost at the same time when the Wujin Bowl was out of control and Monk Wuwei was frightened, two claw winds attacked his face from different directions, and blood suddenly flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Monk Wuwei's mouth was split. Miao Miao followed what Gu Zheng said and after tearing Monk Wuwei's mouth to pieces, he stopped attacking.

"Okay, good!"

Monk Wuwei's voice trembled, and when he spoke, his torn lip made his mouth look very big, and the blood was dripping continuously, which looked very scary.

"I'm telling you, don't mess with me again, otherwise next time, it won't just be your mouth that gets torn apart!"

Gu Zheng sat down again and his voice returned to calmness.

"Let's see!"

Monk Wuwei didn't say anything more. He turned around and left with a harsh word.

It didn’t take much time from the conflict to the end. Although some people stood up and looked at the nearby bonfire, no one came to join in the fun. After Monk Wuwei left, only Gu was left on the scene. Zheng, Miaomiao and Yang Zhenling.

Meow Meow's body turns out to be a spiritual beast! Yang Zhenling put away the shock in his heart and said solemnly to Gu Zheng: "Fellow Taoist Gu, don't worry, I will never say anything that shouldn't be said."

"Eat fish."

Gu Zheng said lightly and didn't say much.

Gu Zheng, the apprentice of the eminent monk Yuankong of Prajna Temple, dares to teach him a lesson. He is not afraid of anyone's objections or provocations regarding Miao Miao's identity!