Upon hearing this, Xiao Wuhen almost vomited blood.
He opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, and his body couldn't help shaking.
The Buddha is a highly accomplished monk of the Zen Buddhist sect. How could he possibly hoard fine wine?
The Buddha was just slightly stunned, then burst into laughter.
"You little brat, you're just like that old guy Wuji!"
"Well, I'll make an exception today and have a few drinks with you guys!"
When Ye Chen heard this, he immediately smiled.
It seems that this old monk is not so unkind after all.
Xiao Wuhen was completely stunned when he heard this. The Buddha of the Zen Ling Buddhist Sect, a highly accomplished monk, actually had a hidden collection of fine wine!
You have to take it out and drink it with them!
Xiao Wuhen was stunned, his mouth opened so wide that it seemed as if an egg could fit in it.
The image of the enlightened monk instantly collapsed in Xiao Wuhen's mind.
The Buddha stood up, walked to a secret compartment, and took out several jars of aged wine.
"Come, try the 'Bodhi Drunk' that I have treasured for many years!"
Ye Chen couldn't wait to open a jar, and the aroma of wine immediately filled the air, refreshing his heart.
The wine has an amber color and a light fruity and floral aroma.
Ye Chen took a deep breath, his face intoxicated, as if he was in a fairyland.
"Good wine! It is indeed good wine!" Ye Chen praised it endlessly.
Xiao Wuhen couldn't help but take a sip. He found it mellow and had a long aftertaste. It was indeed a rare fine wine.
He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of the wine, a look of satisfaction on his face.
At this time, the moonlight poured into the house through the window, adding a bit of haziness to the figures of the three people.
The three of them tasted wine and chatted, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.
The reserved look on Xiao Wuhen's face gradually disappeared, and he became casual. He began to chat and laugh with the Buddha and Ye Chen, and his words became more bold.
We drank all night until the sky turned pale.
Ye Chen and Xiao Wuhen staggered out of the meditation room.
Ye Chen's steps were unsteady and he was staggering from side to side. Xiao Wuhen's face was flushed and his eyes were blurred.
"Old monk, your wine is really good. Come back for a few more jars next time!"
Ye Chen burped and said with a smile.
The Buddha clasped his hands together, smiled and said nothing.
At the same time, the Chanling Buddhist sect announced that it would suspend Mingyuan's punishment of facing the wall.
After the competition for the Supreme Ranking is over, the Buddhist Discipline Institute will re-examine and make the final decision.
As soon as the news came out, the entire Zen Ling Buddhist sect was in an uproar.
When the Buddhist disciples who supported Mingyuan heard the news, they all cheered.
Some put their hands together and kept chanting to thank the Buddha for his mercy.
Others gathered together, with joyful smiles on their faces, and enthusiastically discussed the various possibilities after Mingyuan's return.
"I knew that Senior Brother Mingyuan would not be buried like this. He will definitely become a disciple of Buddha!"
"Brother Mingyuan is an upright and kind person. This is the opportunity he deserves."
However, the situation of the disciples who supported Huikong was quite different.
They looked at Ye Chen and Xiao Wuhen with unfriendly expressions, glaring at them and cursing under their breath.
They all knew that this must be the result of Ye Chen and Xiao Wuhen's manipulation.
When Huikong heard the news, his face was so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it.
"Ye Chen! Xiao Wuhen! Just wait for me!"
He gritted his teeth and blamed it all on the two of them.
At the back mountain of the Buddhist sect, Mingyuan slowly walked out of the mountain gate.
Ye Chen and Xiao Wuhen had been waiting for a long time.
"Thank you both, benefactors!" Mingyuan bowed gratefully.
"Hey, we're brothers, why bother thanking each other?"
Ye Chen waved his hand and asked with a smile, "By the way, who is Miao Xiaorou?"
When Mingyuan heard the name, his heart moved.
Since Ye Chen and Xiao Wuhen knew Miao Xiaorou, she must have come to Xizhou City.
“Amitabha, where is she?”
Mingyuan clasped his hands together and asked calmly.
Although he appeared calm on the surface, there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
He knew that some things could not be avoided, and since Miao Xiaorou was here, he had no choice but to face it.
He had to make it clear to her that he was a Buddhist disciple and it was impossible for him to get married, let alone return to secular life.
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