Chapter 249 Monks do not tell lies, you lied to me!
Gu Nan responded happily and put the fresh spring bamboo shoots together with the wilted wild vegetables left over from lunch.
Then he squatted by the stove like a child, watching Junyi cook, and refused to leave.
Junyi did not drive her away. He lit a fire and cooked porridge first. When the porridge was almost done, he asked the novice monks to take the rice bowls and take it away. Everything was normal from then on.
But then, Gu Nan saw Chun pouring scoops of stream water into the pot, and when the water boiled, he threw the bamboo shoots and wild vegetables in, added two drops of sesame oil, sprinkled a little salt, covered the pot, and started cooking.
Gu Nan was stunned: "!!!"
“Is this how you cook bamboo shoots???”
Shouldn't such fresh and crispy bamboo shoots be fried in a hot pan with oil over high heat, allowing the aroma of the oil to permeate every fiber and every piece of tender meat of the bamboo shoots, bringing out the most original deliciousness?
Junyi was moving the firewood in the stove and ignored her.
Gu Nan couldn't believe it. "Don't tell me to wait until the bamboo shoots are cooked and then eat them."
Jun glanced at her. Even though the bright firelight in the stove was reflected in his cold and indifferent eyes, there was no ripple in his eyes, and there was even a hint of impatience.
He didn't say anything, but it was clearer than if he had said it.
The left eye says "dang" and the right eye says "ran".
Gu Nan: “…”
Gu Nan rolled his eyes and lay down on the ground.
I haven’t eaten the first batch of fresh bamboo shoots in early spring for many years.
Her bamboo shoots are so good!
I spent the whole afternoon breaking it up, and it was ruined like this!
Gu Nan rushed to Dezhao, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, furious. "Didn't you say Chunyi's cooking was delicious? Is this how he cooks? The pig food I make is even better than his! Monks don't tell lies, how could you lie to me?!"
Junyi's cooking is delicious.
Pig food tastes better than Junyi's rice.
Monks do not tell lies.
Well, there were too many factors, and all the busy novice monks were frightened for a moment.
More than ten pairs of eyes shifted between De Zhao and Jun Yi, and the dead air was filled with tacit silence and awkwardness.
Junyi turned around and slowly stood up. His pair of dark eyes seemed to be filled with a gloomy atmosphere as if a storm was about to come.
De Zhao was already scared when he was picked up by the angry Gu Nan, and when Chun Yi looked at him like that, his whole body was trembling. It was a blessing that he didn't pee on the spot.
"Donor, donor..." He was about to cry and stammered, "Little monk, little monk..."
But Gu Nan cried even faster than him, "My bamboo shoots, my beautiful bamboo shoots, were ruined by him!"
The shrill wails shook the sky, and the tired birds returning home late were startled and flew away, with a panicked flapping of wings.
The monks all looked at Chunyi at the same time.
At this moment, everyone felt a little embarrassed for Junyi.
Junyi stood there, his thin lips taut, his fists clenched so tightly that they made crackling sounds, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitching, and he couldn't help but reveal his inner annoyance.
Hui Wu stepped forward and said, "Donor..."
Gu Nan didn't listen, left De Zhao behind, and flew onto a tree branch, leaving everyone with only a sad and resentful back.
“…”
Huiwu felt a headache for the first time.
Jiang Wanying snorted coldly, hesitating whether to take the blame for Gu Nan, but when she thought that she couldn't beat Junyi, she decided to fly up to the branch to comfort Gu Nan.
The two ghosts bit each other's ears on the tree and cast a spell so that the people below could not hear them.
Hui Wu: "It's getting late, everyone should finish what they are doing first."
The monks became busy again. Hui Wu beckoned, "De Zhao, come here."
Dezhao walked over softly, wiping his tears and said, "Master, Dezhao knows he was wrong..."
Hui Wu: "Don't rush to admit your mistakes, tell me what happened first."
Dezhao explained the whole process and finally said with sobs, "I shouldn't have lied to her."
Hui Wu took off the Buddhist beads from his wrist and spun them around before suppressing the awkwardness in his heart. "If you know you're wrong, just accept the punishment. When you get to Fajue Temple, I'll recite the Lankavatara Sutra three times."
De Zhao accepted it respectfully.
Huiwu looked at Chunyi. He sat back in front of the stove, watching the bamboo shoots boiling in the pot, with an indifferent expression as if it had nothing to do with him.
Chunyi is the most intelligent among all the disciples. He is well versed in Buddhist teachings and his practice progresses rapidly. Many masters have high hopes for him and believe that he will definitely become a Buddha.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is fading, and powerful monks have fallen one after another. No monk has ascended to heaven in the world for nearly a thousand years. If Chunyi can prove his truth through Buddhism, he may be the last Buddha in this world.
But great wisdom will inevitably lead to great disaster, and there will be a great catastrophe in the fate of purity. If one survives, he will become a Buddha and benefit all living beings. If he fails, he will become a demon and bring disaster to all living beings.
He named him "Ding" because he hoped that he would be firm in his faith and remain committed to the Tao.
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The bamboo shoots in early spring are very tender, and the tips of the bamboo shoots that Gu Nan deliberately picked are even more tender. They can be eaten after being soaked in water once. Chunyi let it roll around for a few times, and when he took it out, it was almost rotten.
However, the novice monks did not dare to say anything. After serving the dishes, they found their seats and sat down. After chanting the offering verse, they started eating in silence.
Gu Nan sat on the treetop and stared at Junyi with resentment, staring at the bamboo shoots that had rotted into shit in his rice bowl.
Heartache.
I really want to fly over and knock his bowl away.
Jiang Wanying touched Gu Nan's face distressedly, "Sister Anan, you are too kind. If it were me, I would have kicked the pot away."
Gu Nan thought so too, but she was not proficient in ghost power magic. It would be fine if she won, but it would be shameful if she lost, which would be even more frustrating.
So, with tears of grief and anger in his eyes, he pointed at Junyi and said, "You are not a human being!"
Jiang Wanying nodded in agreement: "Stinky monk!"
After cursing, the two turned their backs to each other.
It wasn't until they heard more noises from behind and started packing up after finishing their vegetarian meal that a soft call came from under the tree: "Donors, two donors..."
Gu Nan lowered his head and saw De Zhao.
She was annoyed, "What are you doing here, you little liar?"
De Zhao blushed and felt very uncomfortable. He bowed to Gu Nan and said, "I'm sorry, benefactor, but I thought you might want to have some vegetarian food, so I left some for you..."
Gu Nan snorted, "Who wants to eat your leftovers?"
De Zhao shook his head repeatedly in shame, "No, it's clean."
Gu Nan thought about bamboo shoots for the whole afternoon, breaking and peeling them with his own hands. It was all true love, and he would not be able to rest in peace if he didn't taste a bite.
She floated down, "Where is it?"
De Zhao was delighted and trotted ahead to lead the way.
Walking to the stove that had not been cleaned yet, Dezhao lifted the lid of the pot, revealing the mushy bamboo shoots inside.
Gu Nan: “…”
De Zhao happily called out to Chun Yi, "Master Chun Yi."
The two had discussed it in advance, and Junyi came over and said bluntly, "Birthday."
De Zhao explained: "Because the donor is now a ghost, he can only eat offerings, so he needs to know his birthday."
Gu Nan told him the original owner's birthday. Chunyi pinched a hand gesture and chanted something. Soon, a pot floated in front of Gu Nan, and there were boiled bamboo shoots in the pot.
Gu Nan took a bite with a feeling of excitement and anticipation, yet not so much anticipation.
But the next second, tears filled my eyes.
Chunyi raised his eyebrows: "Don't cry."
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