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Monk Tang replied softly.    

"Wait a moment."    

Ye Fan quickly stopped the old man and said in a low voice, "Get some fish meat later. Don't make a table full of vegetables. It's really meaningless to eat it."    

"Elder, aren't you a monk?"    

The old man was surprised.    

The Western Sect paid particular attention to the Three Vexation Five Ring.    

The Three Vexes referred to greed, anger, and infatuation.    

The Five Rings referred to killing, stealing, silver, wine.    

This was the most basic rule that a monk had to abide by.    

Ye Fan clearly wanted to break the ring.    

"You don't understand. I'm just eating with you. The one who really wants to eat is my master."    

Ye Fan continued, "As the saying goes, wine and meat go through the intestines. Buddha will keep it in his heart. My master has a great enlightenment."    

"I saw that there were a few chickens and ducks in your courtyard. Kill one of them each and show respect to my master."    

An ambiguous expression flashed across the old man's face.    

"Understood."    

Nowadays, there were quite a number of wine and meat monks in the pugilistic world.    

It was a beautiful name for eating the Three Pure Meat. As the saying went, "I don't smell," "I don't want to see," and "I don't want to be killed."    

However, it was obvious that his disciple was trying to cover his ears and steal the bell.    

He was still an eminent monk.    

He only knew how to put on an act.    

He was not as good as this young master in front of him.    

If you want to eat, just say it.    

For some reason, the old man looked at Tang Seng with a hint of disdain.    

Half an hour later.    

The food was served.    

It was a sumptuous meal.    

There were all kinds of chicken, duck, and fish.    

Ye Fan was quite satisfied.    

He couldn't let himself suffer in the game.    

This was the most basic rule.    

Monk Tang frowned.    

"Elder, this poor monk is a monk, he only eats vegetables and does not eat meat."    

Elder Tang snorted coldly in his heart.    

He told his disciple to make meat dishes, but he still said he wouldn't eat them.    

He really wanted to set up a memorial tablet even though he was a whore.    

However, he didn't say it out loud.    

"I know, I know. I specially prepared two vegetable dishes for the eminent monk, just eat them."    

"Thank you."    

Monk Tang tried to eat a few mouthfuls and was immediately shocked by the taste of Buddha.    

"Old man, Buddha Nan, you are the royal chef of the palace? This dish's taste of Buddha is truly beautiful."    

"Hehe, Elder is too kind."    

"Is that so? Let me try."    

Ye Fan tried a few bites.    

He ate the first bite.    

There must be meat oil used in this vegetable dish.    

The oil squeezed out of the fat meat was naturally more fragrant than the vegetable oil.    

Eating this oil should be considered breaking a rule.    

He didn't expect that the old man would even give him a God's assistance.    

This time it was good.    

He could eat meat as he pleased.    

After that, Ye Fan started to gorge himself.    

It was also said that eating the food in the game had a real feeling.    

It could really fill Ye Fan's stomach.    

"Wukong, how can you eat meat?"    

"Monks are merciful. They cannot harm the lives of living creatures because of their selfish desires."    

Ye Fan shook his head confidently.    

In the past, Sun Wukong could not defend himself against Tang Seng.    

He had suffered a loss due to his lack of culture.    

But what about him?    

He had received compulsory education for nine years, attended high school, and attended university.    

He had never admired anyone when it came to verbal skills and twisted logic.    

After all, Ye Fan had won a bronze prize in a primary school student debate competition when he was young.    

And this was a good opportunity to change Tang Seng's thinking.    

Time doesn't treat people well.    

Ye Fan put down his chopsticks and revealed a serious expression.    

"Master, how many years have you been cultivating for?"    

A strange question stunned Tang Monk.    

"Why are you asking this?"    

Ye Fan smiled.    

"Master, if I remember correctly, your age should be between 25-30 years old. Even if you have studied Buddhism from your mother's womb, you have only cultivated for more than 20 years."    

"What about me? I have been studying the Buddhist Dharma for 500 years under the Five Finger Mountain. My realm is far beyond what you can compare with. "    

These words did not sound wrong at first.    

But you, Sun Wukong, are stubborn and mischievous.    

Kill more and fight more.    

Abandoning these malicious intents had taken countless years.    

How could it compare to the sincere and pure Buddha heart of Tang Seng?    

But clearly, Tang Xuanzang did not think of this entry point and was actually speechless for a moment.    

"Master, as the saying goes, when wine and meat pass through the intestines, Buddha will keep it in his heart! This is the realm of complete enlightenment. Buddha lies in the heart, not in the mouth. "    

Ye Fan said earnestly.    

He was telling the truth about the crooked theory.    

One should know that this sentence was passed down from the living Buddha, Ji Gong.    

There was another line after that, called: If the world learns from me, it's like entering the Path of Demons.    

This was originally a warning to the later generations, that they must not drink wine or eat meat through their intestines.    

However, Ye Fan broke the rules and took the meaning from them, causing Tang Seng to instantly fall into deep thought.    

Finally, after a long period of contemplation.    

Tang Seng's gaze was firm. "Disciple, this is an evil view that cannot be possessed! Every living being has a Buddhist nature, and it does not diminish in the mortal world. In the Saint world, it does not increase. If the people of the world used this as an excuse to eat meat, Wouldn't that confuse Saint Fan, morality, and virtue?"    

Aiya!    

Don't even mention it.    

Monk Tang was indeed worthy of being the reincarnation of the golden cicada.    

This comprehension ability was commendable.    

However, he wanted to convince Ye Fan just like that?    

How was that possible?    

"Master, you keep saying that you are cultivating the Buddhist Dharma. May I ask, what is Buddha?"    

Ye Fan pressed on with every step he took.    

He began to mislead Monk Tang step by step.    

Ye Fan thought that he could only change Tang Seng's mind.    

That would truly affect karma.    

He imagined it for a moment.    

When Tang Seng arrived in the Western Paradise, both of his hands were covered in blood, his mouth filthy, eating large fish and meat, what kind of scene would that be?    

...    

What was Buddha?    

Monk Tang's thoughts flashed.    

But in fact, when he was thinking about this problem, he had already lost.    

The Buddha said: You can't say it, you can't say it, it's wrong to say it.    

The Buddha paid particular attention to enlightenment. Only by not being obsessed with a clear 'image' can one 'gain enlightenment.    

And if one used words to say' method ', then it would be' image. '    

Monk Tang thought left and right. What was Buddha?    

He read ten thousand Buddhist scriptures and said ten thousand Buddhist scriptures, but he was unable to say what exactly Buddha was!    

Beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. Monk Tang sat down cross-legged once again, his eyes tightly shut. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.    

"Buddha is someone who has separated himself from the cycle of reincarnation. Those who truly understand the life of the universe, those who truly understand it, are also known as all wise people or those who know it all."    

Ye Fan smiled.    

"Master, you are in love with him! Buddha, how can you say that?"    

"You... set a trap for me."    

Tang Seng was drenched in sweat. He had actually been guided by him all this time.    

This caused a crack to appear in the Buddha Heart.    

"Master, why did I, Old Sun, set you up? I just want you to improve your Buddha Heart and achieve great enlightenment."    

"As the saying goes, if I don't enter hell, who will? These food are poisonous, you don't eat it, are you going to let them poison the innocent people of this world? "    

"This..."    

It seems to make sense.    

Ye Fan picked up a plate of chicken drumsticks and even used his hand to fan it a few times.    

"Is it fragrant? Is it tempting? Is it poisonous?"    

After that, he started to eat it in large mouthfuls. Oil flowed out from his mouth, and the thick and fragrant juice even sprayed out. It drifted in the air, and the fragrance assailed his nostrils.    

He saw that Monk Tang was still unmoved.    

Sun Wukong continued, "Master, to be honest, the two plates of vegetables you ate just now were filled with pig oil. I think you also ate quite well."    

"What? You are forcing me to break my precepts."    

"Since it's already broken, why not break it again? Come, have a big drumstick."