Even Kong Ju was attracted by him. His eyes were fixed on the little monk's back and he smiled.

But soon, his smile froze on his face.

The dazzling golden aura above the monk's head made his eyes dazzled for a moment.

The gilded color fills the area representing luck.

This monk unexpectedly has the same pure golden luck as Huangfu Wuqin.

From the moment the monk entered the tavern, the fortunes of all the monks around him were turned upside down by him.

This was the second person Kong Ju had seen in his life who had such a terrifying luck. His face became solemn and he couldn't help but mutter, "This kid is not simple."

A person who has such good fortune is definitely not a simple person.

Kong Jue looked at his cultivation and found that he had reached the Taiguang realm. Moreover, his foundation was always covered by a layer of mist like a gauze, which made it impossible for Kong Jue's virtual soul to see through it.

Just when Kong Ju was wondering why such a person appeared in Quanzhou.

The owner of the tavern had already waved his hands at the monk, looking extremely unlucky: "How can a monk beg for wine and meat? Go away! Go away! This is really unlucky."

"Who said monks can't ask for wine and meat?" The monk didn't move. Because he was short, he raised his head and looked at the boss with an impassioned look: "All living beings are equal. You can eat, but I can't?"

The monk's words immediately made the tavern lively, and the drinkers started to make a noise and shouted:

"Master, what you said makes sense. Why can't the boss eat it?"

"Haha, little monk, if you ask for some food, the boss might give it to you. If you ask for alcohol, even if he wants to give it to you, I'm afraid he won't dare to do so. After all, we have the Shangzong Temple in Tianqi, and those Buddhas will punish monks who break the precepts and the bosses who sell alcohol and meat to monks."

"Don't be afraid, boss. We will just pretend we didn't see anything."

The drinkers could not tell the monk's level of cultivation, and he was obviously disguising himself as a monk named Yanglun.

That's why the drinkers dared to make such blatant comments and ridicule.

The monk was not angry. He looked at the boss with a smile and waited for his reply.

The boss didn't dare to risk offending the Shangzong Temple, so he pointed coldly at the door and shouted, "Get out!"

"Boss, I haven't eaten meat for a month." The monk seemed not to notice the unhappiness on the boss's face. He widened his eyes, looking aggrieved, and like a dog-skin plaster, he refused to leave.

"roll!"

"Okay!" The monk sighed, finally gave up, shook his head and was about to leave the tavern.

At this time, a clear voice suddenly came from the window of the tavern. A young man came over with a smile and said to the boss, "Boss, give me three jars of good wine and ten pounds of good meat. I want to take them away!"

"Okay, my friend Changsong." The frost on the boss's brow disappeared with the appearance of Kong Jue. He smiled warmly and told the servant to do as he was told.

After paying a few spirit crystals, Kong Ju stood at the door waiting for his things to be delivered.

During this process, he did not even look at the monk, pretending to be indifferent to him.

The latter, on the other hand, was unable to move his legs after hearing Kong Jue generously buy so much good wine and meat.

He stood at the door, turned around and looked at Kong Ju, and soon surprise flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, this monk was not an ordinary cultivator. To outsiders, Kong Ju was just a cultivator at the sixth or seventh Yanglun realm.

But the monk saw through his disguise of using martial arts at a glance and recognized his level of cultivation.

Moreover, the foundation of the path is as cold and desolate as a glacier, and it is impossible to tell its depth.

"What a young man!"

This was the first time that the monk felt that someone of his age was unfathomable, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

However, these questions were quickly ignored by the monk. As the servant brought the wine and meat to Kong Ju, the monk couldn't take his eyes off the wine and meat in his hands.

After taking the wine and meat, Kong Ju turned around and pretended to have just seen the monk.

He looked him up and down, then smiled, nodded kindly, then walked around the monk and slowly walked out of the tavern with the wine and meat.

His smile was insignificant, but the monk's eyes lit up and he muttered to himself, "I have a connection with this donor!"

Having said that, he happily followed.

"Dear donor!" The monk approached Kong Ju, thinking of his words, and tried to open his eyes wide to make himself look harmless.

"There's so much good food and wine here, you can't finish it all by yourself, why don't you..."

…

The small courtyard with green bamboos is filled with the aroma of wine.

The monk shamelessly begged for wine and meat from Kong Ju, and the two young men sat opposite each other.

The monk held the meat in one hand and the wine bowl in the other, and his mouth was full of greasy food.

After taking a big bite, the aroma of meat filled the air. Along with the special wine from Lingzhufang City, the mellow Qingzhu wine, the monk couldn't help but moan in comfort while eating it.

"Good wine! Good meat!"

Kong Jue ate much more politely. He cut a plate of beef and ate it in small bites with chopsticks.

From time to time, he smiled as he looked at the monk in front of him who pretended not to be able to see his own level of cultivation.

He was certain that the monk had seen through his strength but pretended not to know and just drank and ate meat.

Of course, the reason why he suddenly packed up so much wine and meat before leaving was also to lure this monk.

In this place of Quanzhou, a monk with amazing luck suddenly appeared. It would be fake if he wasn't curious.

After all, Quanzhou is a very small place, and the only place Kong Ju could think of that could have brought the monk here was the Kuruo Temple.

Of course, the possibility is low.

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so it doesn’t matter if I’m wrong.

Just think of it as accompanying this monk for a drink. It's always good to establish a good relationship with this monk with amazing luck.

While thinking, Kong Ju discovered that while the monk was eating and drinking, he was also secretly looking at himself.

He immediately started talking.

"My dear little master, you monks must follow the Five Precepts. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to eat meat and drink alcohol."

The monk waved his arm holding the meat, indicating that he did not have so many rules, and replied in an ambiguous tone: "What's wrong? I don't think it's wrong."

"The cow is already dead. If I don't eat it, someone else will."

“But if you don’t eat it, I don’t eat it, and everyone doesn’t eat it, then there will be no killing.” Kong Ju didn’t understand Buddhism, he just continued the conversation.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

However, the monk thought that he was discussing Buddhism with him, so his face immediately became serious. He put down the wine and meat and bowed solemnly towards the meat.

Kong Ju thought he was not going to eat it, but he picked it up again and stuffed it into his mouth: "We monks don't have to eat, but ordinary people eat grains. How can we bear the hardship of working in the fields without eating oil?"

“Slaughtering one cow can feed dozens of farming families and produce food for thousands of people.”

“It can be seen that this meat still needs to be eaten.”

"Haha." Kong Ju was amused by the monk's words and said jokingly, "If the master of Shangzong Temple heard this, I'm afraid he would be so angry that he would jump up and down."

This sentence has the implicit meaning of testing the monk's background.

Judging from the monk's cultivation and fortune, he is definitely not a monk from a small temple. The only temple in Tianqi that Kong Ju could think of that could match him is Shangzong Temple.

He may be one of the two monks, neither foolish nor angry, mentioned by Bai Xiangming.

"I am not from Shangzong Temple!" The monk did not care about his origins and said casually, "I came from Yunmo."

"Yunmo!" There was some surprise in Kong Ju's eyes. That was a place farther away than Gujiang.

Apart from the great master Zhang Sheng, he couldn't think of any other cultivator who could travel millions of miles to come to Tianqi.

"Could it be that you really came here for the Kuruo Temple?"

With this thought in mind, Kong Ju continued to test: "The journey to Yunmo is long, and I'm afraid that my young master must have experienced a lot of hardships along the way."

"It's not a big hardship, except that I can't eat meat and wine." The monk wiped the grease off his mouth. Most of Kong Ju's three jars of wine and ten catties of meat had gone into his stomach. He had almost finished eating. With a satisfied look on his face, he kept saying, "It's better not to be a monk. I can eat meat and wine as much as I want!"

As he spoke, the monk looked at Kong Ju, and a kind smile appeared on his baby face: "Donor, if you have any questions, just ask. I see that you seem to be hesitant to speak. There is no need to be polite. I will tell you everything I know."

Kong Ju heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. It seemed that the monk didn't care about him probing him, so he spoke without hesitation and became more casual.

"Young Master Huiyan! May I know your Dharma name?"

The monk scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed to speak up, but when he thought of the wine and meat, he didn't care anymore.

He said two words at a very fast speed: "Quit masturbation!"

"Ah!" Kong Ju cried out, his facial expression froze. His master must have hated this monk so much to give him such a Buddhist name.

"Master said that I liked to go to Shuiyue Temple to help the young nuns fetch water since I was a child, and I looked like I was about to break the precepts, so he gave me this name to remind me not to break the precepts of lust." The monk stammered and explained, "So I haven't broken the precepts of lust so far, but I have broken all the others. Fortunately, my master didn't name me the Five Precepts."

"I am really ashamed to mention this Dharma name. You may call me by my lay name, Congyun."

"I am Zong... I am Kong Ju!" Kong Ju stuttered for a moment and almost got exposed, but he immediately tried to smooth it over.

"Young Master Bingpo Kong Ju! No wonder." The monk had been in Tianqi for some time and had heard of Kong Ju's name. He looked him up and down and revealed an expression of wonder: "At this age, the only one who can have such a high level of cultivation is the recently famous donor Kong Ju. Nice to meet you!"

"Thank you for the compliment. The young master has profound skills." Kong Ju bowed politely and was about to ask why this monk came to Tianqi.

Who would have thought that the monk would glance at an unused guest room in the bamboo courtyard, and without waiting for Kong Ju to ask, he said in a sincere manner: "You and I are both strangers, how about we stay together? I see there is a vacant room in your courtyard..."

Kong Ju's face twitched subconsciously, and he regretted bringing this monk back.

I am quite shameless and pale in comparison to this guy.

"Master Jie Se, you are at least a powerful Ascension Wheel expert, don't you even have this little spiritual crystal?" Kong Ju covered his forehead with his hands, his voice was filled with a wry smile.

Cong Yun replied solemnly: "A monk does not keep worldly things on him."

It is hard to imagine that a monk who is a drinker and eater of meat, except for breaking the celibacy rule, would actually abide by this rule.

Kong Ju took a breath, but since things had already come to this, he could only nod dejectedly.

"Donor, you are a living Bodhisattva." The monk bowed to Kong Ju with a serious expression, and then pointed happily to one of the empty rooms.

"I'm not picky, I'll take this one."

Looking at Cong Yun who walked excitedly into the empty room, Kong Ju felt like he was trying to fish but got bitten instead.

In a voice that only he could hear, he muttered, "No, I look like someone who is asking for trouble."

It was clearly Kong Ju who lured him over with wine and meat.

Who knew that I would end up using a dog-skin plaster on myself.

Just as he was reflecting on what was wrong.

From the room came Cong Yun's shameless voice: "Donor Kong, will there be meat tomorrow?"

Kong Ju: "..." (End of this chapter)