The Opening Summons The Black and White Impermanence

Jie Soul Soup,

A mortal drink can awaken the memory of past lives,

Since the Yin Cao Jifu came to the world, there is no edict of the emperor of the emperor, even Meng Po can not prepare the soul-relieving soup without authorization.

Your Majesty, what is this going to do.

Po Meng was suspicious, but she didn't dare to ask more.

Quickly greeted Wei Yingluo beside her to help herself prepare the materials for the soul-relieving soup.

the other side,

The streets of the Tang Dynasty,

The ragged monk walked down the street on foot,

He only has a golden bowl in his hand,

It seems so incompatible with his identity,

"Hey, the monk is holding a golden bowl for alms, are temples so rich now?"

Passersby couldn't help but teased,

Golden bowl,

The heavy golden shadow made them salivate. If it weren't for a large crowd, some people might already want to rob.

"Amitabha, this bowl was left by the Buddha, and the monk only took it for his behalf."

"Hahaha, did the Buddha let his followers come out for alms if he is so rich? What do you want to make?"

"The meat and wine have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart is left. The benefactor's charity is fate, so why bother to get entangled in the commonplace."

"You monk is interesting, come, come, my good daughter red, you can take it if you want."

Passers-by handed the wine they had made to the monk,

The monk also did not refuse, reached out his hand to take it, and then untied the wine seal on it, raised his head and drank with guts.

"Hey, you monk is really funny, come and watch, big guys, the monks are all **** drinking, it's amazing."

One after another, people came over to watch,

Even people with good deeds took the initiative to hand over the roast chicken they just bought,

The monk is not polite to them either,

As long as it's alms to yourself, everything is stuffed into the innermost,

A whole roasted chicken just left the bones on the outside.

"Monk, I think you are vulgar at all. It's boring to be a monk, and you have to abide by the clear rules and precepts."

"Hey, monk, you have drunk wine and meat, so you are full of warmth and desire. There is a street in front of Huafang. Do you want to play around?"

"Buddha Amitabha, the Buddhist discipline requires monks to be strict in self-discipline, and my heart is not moved.

"It's good that I don't move my heart, and the mundane dust can't be disturbed lightly. The monk is in a good mood today, so I will take you to see what the flower shop looks like."

The monk is silent,

The man who claimed to be the uncle of the door had already dragged him to the place of the flower shop abruptly.

The monk broke the ring,

Many spectators felt that it was a little strange and they followed behind to find out.

When the big guys arrive at the flower shop together,

The girl inside thought it was a big business, but only saw a monk with a bald head.

"Girls, who of you can put this monk in bed today, see if you can, one silver coin is yours."

Uncle Door joked,

An ingot of silver can last for half a month even if it is an oiran,

Greedy glances suddenly appeared in the eyes of these flower shop girls.

What monk is not monk,

As long as there is a spring night, the money in hand is real.

More than a dozen girls flocked to the monk's side, showcasing and coquettish,

The monk is not afraid, and accepts everything,

Those girls are veterans of love scenes, and they became acquainted with the monk after a while,

But they also noticed the golden bowl brought by the monk,

Heavy,

Shining,

Seducing the greed in the heart,

"Monk, you said it's your Buddha, or the girl here."

Uncle Door asked a girl with his arms around,

"Both are good."

"Hahaha, if everything is good, there must be a priority, do you think it is the Buddha or the girl first?"

"Girl first."

"Hahaha, good you are a flower monk, since the girl is first, I think it's useless to keep your golden bowl, just sell it for money."

Teasing for a long time,

Uncle Door finally revealed his nature,

That’s the golden bowl. If you put it out as a pawn, it might be worth much.

If a monk’s bewildered mind is turned upside down, the golden bowl is useless. It is better to change to a girl.

"This is the Buddha's thing, mortals can't easily touch it."

"You monk really don't know how funny you are. Since you all said that the girl is good, you still keep it for some purpose, tell you the truth, if you give me this golden bowl, I will let you spend a month in the flower shop. All the girls are up to you to choose."

"The spring night is worth a thousand dollars, do you understand."

Uncle Door made a look,

The girls clinging to the monk immediately understood what he meant, and they even showed off their amorous feelings by sticking to the monk's side.

"Amitabha, the donor is not a poor monk who doesn't want to give you this golden bowl, I'm afraid you can't stand the donor."

"What a joke, let alone a golden bowl, even if the Buddha's golden body comes, I will accept it all."

Uncle Men seemed to be stimulated by the monk's words, and said without embarrassment.

"In that case, Jin Bo asks the donor to accept it."

"Send me off?"

"Give it or not, it's fate, Amitabha."

The monk lying in the tender country of the woman, said with palms together,

Uncle Men was finally not polite, and took the golden bowl from his arms.

Greedy glances appeared in his eyes.

"Fuck, this kid got a big deal."

"A golden bowl is worth a lot of money."

"Hey, this is all fate."

The two Baojiaxians cuddling on the beams of the Huafang saw the scene in front of them, and they couldn't help but exclaimed.

This is a monk,

Just two women put him in,

But they didn’t wait for the two of them to say more,

The uncle door held the golden bowl in his hand lingering, as if it had been frozen.

"Master Door, why don't you speak anymore."

The girl in Huafang saw that Uncle Men stopped moving, and thought that his soul had been taken away by the golden bowl.

All teased,

"Amitabha."

An astonishing scene happened. Uncle Men actually placed the golden bowl on the table respectfully and acted like a monk. He folded his palms and said, "Amitabha Buddha".

"Uncle Door, you also want to become a monk."

The woman continued to make fun,

But Uncle Men’s blinking eyes became calm,

I even chanted unfamiliar Buddhist scriptures in my mouth.

The woman in the flower shop was stunned.

Could it be possible that this golden bowl has some magical power that can fascinate people, or else how could the bully in this rampant village start to believe in Buddhism?

Accompanied by the praise of Buddhist scriptures,

The golden bowl is covered with a layer of light golden brilliance,

Then it was enveloped in the flower shop,

Both the girls in the flower shop and the passersby who came to see the excitement were shrouded in golden light,

"Amitabha."

The monk stood up from the gentle village,

The people around are still,

He calmly picked up the golden bowl and said to the uncle door,

"Donor, you have a predestined relationship with my Buddha, you have to collect this golden bowl."

The voice fell,

The golden bowl dissipated and turned into a golden mist pouring into the body of Uncle Men.

Guru, Guru,

Uncle Door convulsed all over, foaming at the mouth,

Fell to the ground like an evil spirit,

Not much for a while,

The dense hair began to fall out, and the cloudy eyes lost their brilliance.

"Everything is nothing, everything is all, the golden light is present in the world, and sentient beings face the Buddha."

The golden monk praised the Buddha's name in his mouth,

Buddhism could not stop venting out of his body, pulling all the people in the flower shop into the Buddha realm.

For a moment in the world,

Thousand years of Buddha's realm,

When they wake up again,

I even forgot all the things I had before my death, and were all devoted to the Buddha.