"Junior, why can't you become your master? Do you already have a master?" the old monk asked with a frown.

Ye Xiaofan shook his head.

The old monk was even more puzzled and continued to ask: "Is it possible that you think the old monk is not worthy of being your master?" After saying this, the old monk's face was obviously not good-looking.

Ye Xiaofan immediately shook his head and explained: "No, the senior is an unparalleled master. It's too late for me to be happy that I can be appreciated by my senior. The main reason is that I don't want to enter Buddhism and can't let down my beloved woman." Ye Xiaofan still hopes in his heart that he can be appreciated by his elders.

The monk's advice was that it would be absolutely impossible for him to give up his beloved woman and escape into Buddhism.

"Haha..." The old monk laughed loudly: "It's just this little thing, it's not a big deal. It's one thing for you to become your teacher, and it's another thing for you to enter Buddhism. The two are not connected.

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Ye Xiaofan felt happy and said hurriedly: "Senior, what you mean is that I can become your disciple and marry you?"

"Of course." The old monk smiled.

"Master, please bow to me as a disciple!" Ye Xiaofan immediately knelt down and said loudly. He was really surprised to have such an awesome master. Not to mention his strength, he lived for more than two hundred years.

It's also a special honor to go out.

"Okay, okay!" The old monk said hello three times in a row. Then he walked to Ye Xiaofan and helped Ye Xiaofan up. He reached out and patted Ye Xiaofan's head and said with a smile: "My dear disciple, I don't have any gifts for you as a teacher.

You go and have a good meal." After saying that, he picked up Ye Xiaofan and disappeared in the Sutra Pavilion.

In less than a minute, Ye Xiaofan was taken to the mountain behind the Sutra Pavilion by the old monk. Ye Xiaofan stood there for a long time and could not recover. Ye Xiaofan enjoyed the speed and the feeling of flying in the air, but he was also dizzy at the same time.

"My good disciple, why are you still standing there? Why don't you come over and eat something good?" The old monk squatted next to a bonfire, tinkering with the casserole hanging above the bonfire, and stared at the stupid Ye Xiaofan.

Ye Xiaofan suddenly woke up, and a scent of aroma penetrated his nostrils. Ye Xiaofan took a big breath of enjoyment, ran over quickly, looked at the smoking casserole and asked: "Master, what kind of good stuff is this? It smells so good."

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"Haha..." The old monk laughed twice and said, "This is a good thing. I went to the foot of the mountain to get it this morning. Don't tell others."

Ye Xiaofan looked very confused, touched his head and continued to ask: "Master, it smells like meat?" In Ye Xiaofan's heart, Buddhists are empty of all four things. They don't drink alcohol or eat meat, but the smell in the casserole does smell a bit like meat.

, suddenly a little puzzled.

The old monk looked at Ye Xiaofan approvingly and said: "My good disciple, your nose is really sharp. Yes, this is dog meat. The dog guarding the door at the foot of the mountain has no effect. It is better to stew it and eat it."

"What?" Ye Xiaofan almost fell to the ground, and he was very shocked. There was nothing in Buddhism, let alone an accomplished monk like the old monk. But everything in front of him overturned Ye Xiaofan's understanding, and he didn't wait for Ye Xiaofan to fully react.

, the old monk took out another kettle and two small cups, poured himself a cup, took a sip, and said cheerfully: "Good wine, refreshing, refreshing!"

Ye Xiaofan was completely speechless and said with a wry smile: "Master, isn't it true that Buddhists can't drink alcohol or eat meat? But you..."

"Bullshit." Before Ye Xiaofan finished speaking, the old monk said dissatisfiedly: "Have you never heard that if meat and wine pass through the intestines, the Buddha will swim in the heart? Monks are also human beings. How can they do this if they don't drink alcohol or eat meat? Be a teacher and pay attention to it.

What is true is that you are free and comfortable, and the so-called rules are pure nonsense, so as a disciple of a master, you must also remember that life is short, live free and easy, and have a clear conscience."

"Disciple, please remember your master's teachings." Ye Xiaofan said respectfully, deeply admiring the old monk's character. He was not bothered by the eyes of the world and only pursued the freedom and freedom in his heart. Isn't that what he wanted in his heart?

"Come, good disciple, try the dog meat stewed by your master." The old monk opened the casserole, took out two pairs of chopsticks, and handed one pair to Ye Xiaofan and said.

Ye Xiaofan smiled and took it, picked up a piece of dog meat and put it into his mouth. He suddenly felt satisfied and an obsessed expression appeared on his face. He spit out the bone and picked up another piece of dog meat. He picked up five or six pieces of dog meat one after another.

While eating, he praised: "Master, it's so delicious. I have never eaten such delicious dog meat. No, I have never eaten such delicious food."

"Dang." The old monk hit Ye Xiaofan's hand with a chopstick and said, "You brat, don't let me eat it all. It was hard for me to get this pot of dog meat. Just taste it."

Ye Xiaofan rolled his eyes and couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw the dog meat in the casserole. He turned his head and said, "Master, are you too stingy? A pot of dog meat soon. I'll get you a cart of dog meat later."

The old monk stopped his chopsticks and stared at Ye Xiaofan with bright eyes: "Disciple, are you telling the truth?"

"How dare you lie to the master? Let alone one cart of dog meat, it's five or ten carts. There's also wine, lots of good wine." Ye Xiaofan stared at the old monk and threw out a series of temptations.

The old monk looked at Ye Xiaofan as if he was joking, and said with a bright smile on his face: "Good disciple, you can eat as much as you want, and I will personally pour you a glass of wine."

"Thank you so much, Master." Ye Xiaofan used chopsticks on his left and one on his right, eating dog meat and drinking wine at the same time, looking so comfortable.

"By the way, Master, my disciple doesn't know your name yet?" Ye Xiaofan asked after taking a sip of wine.

The old monk smiled and said: "My master's name is Pu Zhi, and I can be regarded as the founder of Tianzhu Temple."

Ye Xiaofan nodded and remembered the old monk's Dharma name in his heart. He suddenly became interested and continued to ask: "Master, you have lived for so many years, so you must be very strong, right? Can you tell me what state you have reached now?"

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"Haha..." Pu Zhi laughed twice, patted Ye Xiaofan on the head and said: "Bad boy, are you afraid that I am not strong enough to be your master? Are you afraid that I will tell you that I will be your master?

I have more than enough, and I am currently in the middle stage of the Saint Realm as my teacher."

"Pfft" Ye Xiaofan spit out a mouthful of wine. In the middle stage of the Holy Realm, he was a god-like existence. It is estimated that there are not many such masters in this world. He was very happy. This time he made a lot of money.

"Look at how stupid you are." Puzhi patted Ye Xiaofan's head again and said, "It's quite rare for a disciple to reach the early stage of heaven at such a young age. I believe it only takes a hundred years for a disciple to reach the stage where he is now a master.

realm."
Chapter completed!