Volume 1, Chapter 16: Top-level operations, my Buddhist name is Shijie.
I saw him scooping it into the bowl one spoonful at a time, then pressing it down hard, then scooping more, pressing it again, and piling it up when he couldn't press it down anymore.
It piled up to about thirty centimeters from the mouth of the bowl before it stopped.
The six people were stunned.
The breeze is like unlocking a new world.
It turns out that this is how it can be done. I hadn’t discovered it in all these years.
Ye Tingmu smacked his lips. Eighteen spoonfuls, exactly eighteen spoonfuls. The bowl that could originally be filled with four spoonfuls was filled with eighteen spoonfuls.
Countless eighteens flashed through his mind.
"Why are you looking at me like this, all of you donors? Eat now."
A few people came to their senses and swallowed their saliva secretly. This little monk looked harmless, but in just a few minutes, he overturned their perception of monks.
"Eat it."
Ye Tingmu spoke, his voice a little low.
Then everyone started eating.
Very fast.
As usual, the wind swept away the clouds and made crackling sounds, just like the iron horses and thousands of troops charging on the battlefield.
Soon the pot of Chinese food was empty.
Dongfang Qingzhu had already mastered the technique in a few days.
The Ye family’s little trick for eating is to put the dishes in the bowl first and then eat.
This way you can not only eat the food, but also eat it quickly.
This was secretly taught to her by Jinghong.
After she learned it, she found it very useful.
And he specifically told me not to tell my third brother.
As Qingfeng scooped the rice bucket, only soup was left in the pot.
Now it was the little monk's turn to be confused.
I saw his chopsticks suspended in the air, not yet falling.
Ye Tingmu was the first to put down his bowl and chopsticks.
"I'm full."
Next are Fenghe, Jinghong and Guanqi.
Finally, there is the Oriental Bamboo.
The little monk was numb and his mind was shocked.
There was only one thought in my mind: these people were not simple, they were all masters.
At this time, Qingfeng picked up the pot calmly.
The little monk subconsciously went to pick it up.
However, Qingfeng completely ignored him and poured all the soup into the rice bucket.
Finally, he put his head in and licked the bottom of the pot.
Then he picked up the rice bucket and started eating.
The corners of the little monk's mouth twitched slightly.
Experts, all of them are experts, and he is the best eater in Kongling Temple.
There are tens of thousands of disciples in the temple, and he has never met an opponent in the past ten years. He didn't expect to meet so many masters when he went down the mountain today.
His so-called experience of eating well was inferior to theirs.
Just as he was sighing, the voice of Dongfang Qingzhu rang out.
I whispered to him, "Just a reminder, the rule is whoever finishes eating last gets to wash the dishes."
The little monk's body trembled, and then he quickly started eating the rice.
Ye Tingmu saw it and smiled, “Okay, now you don’t have to worry about breaking the rules.”
After eating and drinking, several people sat around the campfire.
Ye Tingmu asked curiously: "Little monk, what's your name?"
"Amitabha, monks do not have names, only Dharma names."
You are still a monk, he thought to himself.
"What's your Dharma name?"
"The name of the little monk, the ten precepts."
"It's a nice name, but you just said you can eat meat, so I'm a little curious," he continued.
The others also turned their eyes to him.
The little monk said calmly: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart. As long as there is Buddha in the heart and great good deeds are done, it is okay to eat some meat occasionally."
Hearing him say this, Ye Tingmu couldn't help but click his tongue.
"Then what is the meaning of the scar on your head?"
The little monk smiled and asked directly.
"Do you know why I am called Shijie?"
"Because you have ten scars on your head?"
"The donor is not only kind, but also wise, which is rare."
Tsk~ I can guess this with my butt.
"But monk, I remember that Buddhism only has nine precepts, and I also know that most monks have nine precept scars on their heads. Why is yours different from others? Why do you have one more scar?"
"It seems that the donor has some understanding of Buddhism."
He raised his eyebrows slightly, showing his satisfaction.
That is, who am I, I know everything, huh.
"Then do you know what the nine precepts of Buddhism are?"
Ye Tingmu was in deep thought.
"I don't know everything."
The little monk said, "The nine Buddhist precepts are to abstain from killing, stealing, adultery, lying, drinking and greed."
“Do not sing or dance, or listen to music; do not sit on a high or wide bed; do not eat at inappropriate times.”
"These are the nine precepts of Buddhism."
Having said this, he just murmured.
"But I am different. I added a precept to myself and imprinted it on the top of my head. Therefore, I have ten precept scars and my Dharma name is Shijie."
Ye Tingmu became interested.
"Oh, may I ask what this tenth commandment is?"
The young monk looked at me with a serious expression and said solemnly, "Give up the nine Buddhist precepts."
quiet!
Deathly silence.
The air around seemed to freeze.
Several people looked at the little monk, each with a different look in their eyes.
When the big black bull outside the door heard these words, a hint of shock appeared in his eyes, which had never been rippled.
Top-level operations.
Ye Tingmu just wanted to say, awesome.
Talent.
Dongfang Qingzhu swallowed secretly.
"Wow, a monk like this is rare to come across."
"You, cow."
"That's what my master said."
"And then, your master doesn't care about you?"
The little monk had a bitter face.
"Why don't you care? You just threw it out to me and told me that I can't go back unless I kill a fifth-level monster."
"Hiss, your master actually asked you to kill, is this true?"
It seems that the little monk's master is not a good person, otherwise how could he teach such a weird disciple.
There is a saying that goes, like teacher, like disciple.
The little monk shook his head.
"This isn't called killing. This is doing good. Killing a demon to save the people and bring blessings to all living things is a great merit. Saying 'killing' is too vulgar. From a professional perspective, it would be more accurate to say 'saving the souls'."
Squeak, as expected, this monk speaks in a set way, but he also knows how to adapt. It seems that the Buddha in this world is still useful.
Unlike the Buddha on the blue planet, he only saves the Yuan people.
Persuade the wicked to lay down their butcher knives, and persuade those who do good to be willing to be pigs and dogs.
The sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back will lead you to the other shore. I have been worshipping Buddha for ten years but have not seen a ray of Buddha's light.
Time passes and the night deepens quietly.
The people watching the chess game have fallen into a sweet sleep.
Ye Tingmu's eyebrows and eyes twitched, and he always felt that something bad was going to happen.
Feng He asked.
"What's wrong bro?"
"It's okay, I just feel a little nervous."
"Don't panic, benefactor. All panic comes from anxiety. I can chant the Heart-Treating Sutra for you to calm your mind."
Ye Tingmu coughed lightly and said jokingly:
"That's not necessary, Master Shijie, you should just recite it to yourself."
The little monk in front of him felt very strange. He was afraid that the other party would carry him away directly, so he gave up.
I really don't understand how someone like him dares to come here and hunt a fifth-level monster.
Although this boy is young, he is already a powerful man in the third level of Qidong Realm.
But fighting a fifth-level monster is undoubtedly like looking for a lantern in the toilet, you will only find shit.
Can you compete with me?
Although my realm is low, I have cheats.
I don’t know what his master was thinking. An 18-year-old Qidong Realm expert is probably a rare genius in Jiuzhou.
I'm not afraid of She being here.
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