"The Eight Precepts are the eight precepts of Buddhism. One is to abstain from killing, two is to abstain from stealing, three is to abstain from sexual misconduct, four is to abstain from lying, five is to abstain from drinking alcohol, six is ​​to abstain from wearing incense and flowers, seven is to abstain from sitting or lying on a high and wide bed, and eight is to abstain from eating at inappropriate times."

Wen Yu counted on her fingers and said, "You have just violated three precepts: lying, drinking, and eating at inappropriate times."

"That's not even counting whether you killed the chicken or stole it. Otherwise, you have to add another charge of killing and stealing!"

Bajie said: "It's alright, my six senses are not pure to begin with, so my Dharma name is Bajie."

Wen Yu asked knowingly, "Your six senses are not pure, why do you need the Eight Precepts?"

"In my opinion, the six precepts are enough. As for sexual immorality and sitting or lying on a high or wide bed, I think there is no need to abstain from them. What do you think?"

Bajie put out the fire with soil, and after making sure it would not reignite, he stood up and said, "Amitabha, you are wrong, donor."

He sighed: "It is because I don't give up any of them on a normal day, so I am Bajie."

Wen Yu: ...

She gave a thumbs up.

"How come you, donor, appear in this bamboo forest?" asked Bajie.

Wen Yu opened her mouth and said, "I was forced to get married by my family, but I didn't want to, so I ran away from home and finally came to Yingguo Temple. The abbot took pity on me and took me in, and arranged for me to live in a meditation room nearby."

After she said this, her eyes became watery, as if she had recalled some tragic events from the past.

Liuchun: ...

Princess, who can force you to get married?

Bajie sighed and said, "Amitabha, your fate is so pitiful that you are forced to marry. May I ask which family you are with? I will go and notify your family to take you back."

Wen Yu: ...

At this moment, she suddenly said, "You must be Master Mingjing!"

Not a question but a certainty.

After all, there are too many masters who do not follow the beaten path.

Bajie sighed, "I wish I were one too. How famous! Who wants to be a poor little monk?"

"Do you know how difficult it is for a young monk to survive in Yingguo Temple?"

Wen Yu was puzzled: "What you mean by difficult is, secretly roasting a chicken here and eating it with grease dripping from your mouth?"

Bajie: ...

"It's just a way to have fun in misery!"

Wen Yu added: "Just roast the chicken if you want. Why don't you go far away? I can smell it in my meditation room."

Bajie: ...

"No one usually lives in this area of ​​the Zen room. Who knew you would catch me? Do you blame me? You blame me! Why did you run away from the marriage?"

As he spoke he took out another wine bag and took a sip.

"From my observation of your face, I can see that you are the epitome of having too many peach blossoms. And these peach blossoms cannot be shaken off. Two of them have even blossomed to their fullest. As the saying goes, when flowers have blossomed to their fullest, it is time for them to wither."

"But your two flowers not only haven't withered, but... huh? No, not a single peach blossom around you is a rotten peach blossom!"

Bajie suddenly stopped talking, his eyes gradually became strange: "And you..."

You and I actually...

Wen Yu:?

"No, aren't you a monk? Why are you suddenly telling fortunes?"

Bajie put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I have my say and you can believe it as you wish."

Wen Yu said: "Really? Then calculate who I am? My true identity."

Bajie was speechless: "I am a monk, not a deity."

As he spoke, he suddenly slapped his head and said, "Oh no! I forgot that there is an important event in the temple today! The emperor is coming to fast for seven days! I have to go back to burn firewood. The kitchen cannot do without me."

As Bajie said this, he picked up his monk's robe and ran away.

Wen Yu grabbed his collar firmly and said, "Don't leave."

Bajie's neck was tightened, "What are you doing? Men and women should not touch each other. I've given you a chicken leg and even shown you my luck in love. Why don't you let me leave?"

As he spoke, he untied his monk's robe and slipped out like a cicada escaping from its shell.

"I don't want the clothes anymore, I'll give them to you. I really have to go burn some firewood!"

Wen Yu: ...

She looked at the empty monk's robe in her hand, her mouth twitched, and she threw it directly to the ground.

Bajie was wearing underwear and running wildly all the way.

When he was about to leave the bamboo forest, he suddenly turned around to look at Wen Yu, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Goodbye, Dacong!"

Wen Yu:!!!

"Who are you calling the green onion? I am the beauty among green onions!"

She shouted, but her face was calm and she didn't even move an inch.

Liu Chun, who had been keeping quiet, was struck by lightning at this moment and said, "Princess, I didn't expect that Yingguo Temple would have such a little monk. It's too disgraceful!"

Wen Yu smiled and said, "Liuchun, don't you think this little monk is interesting? There are all kinds of good-looking appearances, and interesting souls are rare to find."

Liu Chun was puzzled: "Princess, do you mean that General Lu, Lord Yue, and Lord Jiang all have no interesting souls?"

Wen Yu: ...

"You can summarize, but in my eyes, they are all one in a million, very interesting."

Liu Chun was ashamed. Princess, you didn't pick her from thousands of miles away. You clearly picked her from the emperor's court.

At this time, Wen Yu hugged her arms and glanced at the original location of the roasted chicken. "Let's make a bet on whether he is Master Mingjing."

Liu Chun denied it immediately: "Princess, he can't be Master Mingjing. He just denied it himself."

"The most important thing is that Master Mingjing is an enlightened monk with profound Buddhist knowledge who can see the cause and effect of past, present and future lives. That little monk just now... is indeed good-looking, but how could he be Master Mingjing?"

And at this time, Bajie, who was said to be impossible to be Master Mingjing, suddenly came back.

He walked forward lightly and touched his bald head awkwardly: "Um, I left my flint here and forgot to take it."

As Bajie spoke, he bent down and picked up two inconspicuous pieces of flint on the ground.

The next second, his collar was grabbed by Wen Yu again.

Bajie: ...

Wen Yu's sinister voice sounded: "You are trying to escape again. This is the only underwear you have on, right? Come on, keep taking it off!"

Bajie: ...