Wen Yu and Liu Chun looked at each other.
There are monks making roast chicken in the temple?
The young monk was wearing a grey monk's robe and squatting on the ground with his back to the Buddha. He was dressed in the most ordinary way as a monk. His head was full, round and smooth without a single stubble of hair.
The way he roasted the chicken was smooth and skillful. You could tell at a glance that he was an old hand and this was not his first time doing this.
Wen Yu walked forward with interest: "Aren't you a monk? Why are you still making roast chicken? Isn't this against the rules and regulations?"
The young monk didn't seem to expect that he would be caught. He paused while roasting the chicken, then slowly turned around, with a puzzled look on his face: "Who are you?"
Wen Yu saw the little monk’s face and blinked, oh my goodness!
The most attractive thing about this little monk is the bright red mole between his eyebrows, the size of a red bean. The narrow corners of his eyes are slanted upwards, and his eyelashes are long and straight, spread at the corners of his eyes like peacock's tail feathers. His eyes flutter when he blinks, and he looks very lively.
The nose is high and the lips are light in color.
Although plain, it complements the pair of narrow eyes. If there is a touch of bright red between the lips, it will be beautiful. But if it is too gaudy, it will be inferior.
This reminded Wen Yu of Ning Xuanyan's androgynous, extremely weird face. The corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, and his lips were bright red, but not gaudy. Instead, they looked very alluring. However, the intimidating sharpness between his eyebrows made ordinary people dare not act rashly.
As the little monk's face appeared, the gray monk's robe became radiant.
At this time, Wen Yu spoke up: "Are you Master Mingjing?"
After all, this appearance is rare. She has never heard of such a good-looking little monk in Yingguo Temple. The only one who fits the description is Master Mingjing, whom she has never met.
Maybe Master Mingjing just likes to pretend to be a sweeping monk.
Although the one in front of me is the roast chicken monk.
Upon hearing this, the little monk stood up, holding the fragrant roast chicken in one hand and placing the other hand in front of his chest, without any panic.
"Amitabha, are you looking for Master Mingjing? He is not in the temple these days, but has gone down the mountain to practice."
Wen Yu did not express whether she believed it or not, but just walked around and watched the little monk from beginning to end.
When the young monk saw this, he looked Wen Yu over from head to toe as soon as she stopped.
Wen Yu crossed her arms: "What are you doing?"
The young monk continued to squat and roast the chicken, and said casually: "I should ask you, what are you doing?"
Wen Yu squatted beside him when she saw him and asked, "A monk like you is roasting chicken here?"
The little monk was surprised: "Who stipulated that monks cannot roast chicken?"
"I remember that you monks can't eat meat, right?"
"I'm not eating it, I'm just grilling it."
As he spoke, the aroma of the roasted chicken grew stronger and stronger, making a sizzling sound.
Wen Yu nodded: "Then you must have killed the chicken, right? Aren't monks not allowed to kill?"
The little monk continued to be surprised: "Who said I killed it? The farmer down the mountain killed it, and I just packed it up."
"Why are you roasting this chicken if you're not going to eat it?"
The little monk looked at Wen Yu sideways: "Who said I don't want to eat anymore?"
As he spoke, he pulled off a chicken leg, which was so tender that it was juicy and so fragrant that it made one dizzy. Then he took a bite and started eating it happily.
Wen Yu: ...
"Didn't you just say you wouldn't eat it, you just grilled it?"
The young monk finished a chicken leg in a few bites, threw the bone into the fire, and said in confusion: "Just now was just now, and now is now. Just now I was roasting it, not eating it."
Wen Yu: ...
He pulled off another chicken leg and handed it to Wen Yu: "Try it?"
Wen Yu took a look and found that the chicken did smell delicious.
So I took it and took a bite. The aroma of the meat was so strong and it was so delicious that my tongue was tied.
The little monk smiled and said, "Is it delicious?"
Without waiting for Wen Yu to give any feedback, he said to himself: "You ate it too, but you can't report me."
Wen Yu held the chicken drumstick: ...
Just now I suspected that he was Master Mingjing. A master of enlightenment can’t be like this…
She glanced at the little monk, then at the chicken leg, and ate it all in one gulp, then threw the bone into the fire.
"Then can you tell me what your name is?" Wen Yu asked.
The little monk gnawed on a chicken wing and said, "Can I tell you? You caught me eating meat."
Wen Yu waved her hands, shook her head and said, "What's the big deal? Isn't there a saying that goes 'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart?'"
The little monk was surprised when he heard this and took out a mini wine bag from his pocket, "How do you know I still drink?"
Then he gulped down two gulps.
He blinked at Wen Yu and said, "I may have eaten the meat and wine, but I have not kept the Buddha in my heart!"
Wen Yu also blinked: "Then you are just a fake monk with a shaved head."
The young monk immediately shook his head upon hearing this: "No, I am a genuine monk! My Buddhist name is Bajie!"
Wen Yu:……?
She first suspected that she had heard it wrong, and then immediately burst into laughter.
“Haha ...…”
Wen Yu almost laughed to death.
The young monk Bajie stared at Wen Yu: "Why are you laughing so exaggeratedly, benefactor?"
Wen Yu shook her hands. It wasn't really funny, but the name Bajie coupled with his face made her unable to stop laughing.
She smiled, patted his shoulder, and asked intermittently: "Excuse me... Bajie, is your family name... Zhu?"
Bajie looked at Wen Yu, who was smiling awkwardly, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Now that I have left home, I have forgotten all worldly affairs."
"So the surname is Zhu, hahahahaha, Zhu Bajie!"
Bajie added: "But I vaguely remember that my last name is not Zhu."
As he spoke, he went back to eating the chicken.
Liuchun supported Wen Yu, somewhat puzzled, and whispered: "Princess, what's wrong with you? What's so funny about Bajie?"
After Wen Yu calmed down for a while, Bajie had finished eating the chicken and threw all the bones into the fire to destroy them.
After wiping his hands, he said seriously: "Donor, I need to explain something."
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