Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Murong Fu was dumbfounded, this monk can't be a fool, "I'm not a monk, of course I have hair."

"Oh, so you are from outside." The fat monk seemed to suddenly realize.

At this time, footsteps could be faintly heard outside the cave, Murong Fu subconsciously looked towards the entrance of the cave, and when he turned his head again, the fat monk was gone, Murong Fu was a little strange, did he see it wrong?This is also a big master?

After a while, two young monks came in from the cave, holding a food box in their hands, seeing Murong Fu here, they asked in surprise, "Why is Mr. Murong here?"

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Let me see if I have the root of wisdom and comprehend the scriptures left by Bodhidharma. Are you?"

"Oh, let's deliver food to Grand Master Uncle."

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something, and shouted into the cave: "Uncle Grand Master...Uncle Grand Master..." .m.

After a while, there was only an echo in the cave, but no one answered.

One of the young monks turned to look at Murong Fu: "Master Murong, have you met our Grand Master Uncle?"

"What does your grand master uncle look like?"

The little monk didn't know how to describe it for a while, so he said, "It's just... a very fat monk."

Murong Fu was very surprised, "Grand Master Uncle! How high is that seniority?" So he asked:

"What is the name of your Grand Master's uncle?"

"I don't know. I just know that we all call him Grand Master Uncle."

"Then how old is your Grand Master Uncle?" Murong Fu continued to ask.

The little monk shook his head, "I don't know, but it seems that the grand master's uncle has become younger and younger in recent years."

"Little master, what's your name?"

"My name is Xu Qing." The little monk replied.

"Xu Zi generation, Grand Master Uncle, isn't that fat monk at least a Ling Zi generation? But how could he be so young?" Murong Fu calculated silently in his heart, and a stormy sea broke out.

That fat monk would never look over forty, he turned out to be a master of the Lingzi generation, at least one generation higher than Abbot Xuanci, could it be some kind of descendant?

Reminiscent of all the strange things that happened to the fat monk before, Murong Fu was sure that he had met an expert again, and this expert was probably no worse than the sweeping monk.

"Young Master Murong? Young Master Murong?" The little monk interrupted Murong Fu's meditation.

"Oh, I haven't met your Grand Master Uncle." Murong Fu replied casually.

Xu Qing was a little disappointed, but seemed to be used to it, then turned to shake his head at another young monk, put down the food box, turned around and left, walked to the door and turned back and said: "Young Master Murong's food has been sent to the Zen room."

"Well, I see."

After the little monk left, Murong Fu was full of amazement, and searched carefully around the cave, but he didn't find the shadow of the fat monk at all, finally Murong Fu had no choice but to leave.

Not long after leaving the Bodhidharma Cave, he suddenly found a meatball hiding behind a tree. It wasn't the fat monk, who was it? Murong Fu ran over happily, "Senior..."

Before he could speak, the fat monk stretched out a finger to his mouth and whispered:

"Shhh! Don't tell them I'm here, I don't want to be bothered by them. If you have something delicious, give it to me secretly! I haven't eaten good meat for a long time, I really miss it!"

Murong Fu asked in surprise: "Can monks also eat meat?"

This sentence seems to have caught the fat monk's sore feet, and he said angrily: "What kind of monk can't eat meat, can't eat meat. It's all nonsense! Do you know what the Buddha said about meat? This meat It's garlic, shallots, onions, these things, it's not meat! A group of people with no brains! They can talk nonsense!"

Murong Fu looked surprised, this monk is really top quality, but then his heart moved, and he said: "Master, please wait a moment, I will prepare the meat for you."

The fat monk immediately smiled, and said: "Hurry up and come back." Seeing his appearance, Murong Fu thought to himself: "You can change your face so quickly."

Murong Fu originally wanted to hunt some wild game, but he couldn't find a single animal after he went all over the mountain, he couldn't help but slap his forehead, there is such a monk who eats meat living here, he might have been eaten up long ago, so he used his lightness skills to go down the mountain and go.

More than half an hour later, Murong Fu returned to the original place, the fat monk was still waiting for him, Murong Fu didn't say much, butchered and washed the two rabbits he caught, and roasted them on the spot.

During the whole process, the fat monk looked at him with a smile, and there was still a trace of saliva at the corner of his mouth, so he didn't look like a master at all.Murong Fu also doubted his own judgment many times, but the matter has come to this point, it should be blocked.

The golden hare was dripping with oil, and the fragrance was overflowing. The fat monk said, "This meat...you can eat it!" He stretched out his finger to poke the rabbit meat, and then put it in his mouth to lick it.

This is the third time he has done this.Murong Fu glanced at him contemptuously and said, "Master, don't worry, it will be fine soon."

The fat monk pouted, "You haven't tried meat for more than ten years, so you don't know the urgency."

Murong Fu rolled his eyes: "I'm not a monk, and I've never met a monk who thinks about eating meat every day like you." But you can't say that.

After a while, Murong Fu took down the hare, before he could speak, the hare in his hand disappeared, only the fat monk had bitten on the hare, this miraculous technique was never seen before.

Murong Fu was even more certain that this person was an expert, combined with what the sweeping monk said, the Sutra of washing the marrow can rejuvenate one's youth, and the situation of this monk may be that he has practiced the Sutra of washing the marrow.

Murong Fu looked at him speechlessly until he ate up all the hares, and while licking the oil stains on his hands, he sighed: "It's been a long time since I ate such delicious meat, it's just a little less, it would be better if there was more wine .”

Murong Fu saw the opportunity came: "I can also prepare more such barbecue and wine for the master."

When the fat monk heard that there was more, he immediately smiled, his two small eyes narrowed into a slit, and the fat on his face was almost piled up. He rubbed his hands, "This...that..."

Murong Fu smiled slightly: "Master, you have to exchange things."

The fat monk touched his head and looked around, as if he didn't know what to exchange for it. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he picked up the yellow dry bamboo and handed it to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu was a little dumbfounded at first, and then his eyes showed surprise, he didn't pay much attention to this dead bamboo in the Bodhidharma Cave before, but now he looked carefully, he saw that the whole dead bamboo was golden yellow, shining brightly in the sun, the bamboo body The texture is clearly visible, and there seems to be subtle electric light flowing through it.

There is a bamboo knob at one end of the dry bamboo, which looks like a Buddha sitting on a lotus, and the end is extremely mysterious.What kind of dead bamboo is this? It is clearly golden bamboo, which is probably comparable to a magic weapon.

It's a pity that although Murong Fu has learned the stick technique, he doesn't like stick weapons, let alone now he has other things to ask him, so he can only reluctantly give up.

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