Learn from Fahai: Break the vows and become stronger

There is a saying in Buddhism that there are three pure meats.

Both: Kill without hearing and seeing, and do not kill for me.

This is the three purities, and such meat will not break the vows if it is eaten.

Miaokong was already cooked when he saw these meat buns, and the stall owner killed pigs to make money to support his family, not specifically for Miaokong, so naturally it meets the standards of Sanjing meat.

As for the fate, there is also a saying.

In the past, when His Holiness had not preached, he had walked the world and received goat’s milk wrapped by a shepherdess, and in Buddhist teachings, this goat’s milk was also a kind of meat.

His Holiness once said, “Don’t be picky eaters when dervishes.” ”

In plain language, it means, are you pretentious, go to ask for food or don’t think it is delicious?

Of course, the Buddhist saying is that the incarnation is the benefactor’s almsgiving, a good fate, and the monk cannot refuse.

Otherwise, it is to break the good fate of the benefactor and it is sin. Even if the “good karma” given by the giver is fishy.

In this case, the monk can only choose to eat it, because the Buddhist sect does not allow waste.

Of course, before the donor’s “good fate” is put into the bowl, the monk can refuse, because it has not yet reached the monk’s hands, and it is not a complete fate.

But Miaokong’s attention at that time was mostly on the mad monk, and the stall owner had ignored that it was a meat bun before giving it.

So, by mistake, Miaokong’s buff was stacked this time.

Three clean meats… The benefactor did not deliberately force the monk to eat meat… Plus Myoko is really hungry.

The combination of the three, even if Miaokong eats this meat bun in front of the Buddha, it is not considered a breaking of vows.

Having figured it all out, Miao Hollow sighed.

The mad monk mistook me for a big thing!

At this time, the mad monk had finished eating Miaokong’s last meat bun, pouted his fingers in satisfaction, and casually stuffed the bowl into Miaokong’s arms.

“Little monk, you are actually a disciple of Fahai, how, that reckless man gave up his volvo methods and began to study Buddhism? And teach you such a one…”

The mad monk pouted his fingers, thought about it, and said a very appropriate word: “Strange? ”

“It was because the little monk deviated from the scriptures that he was ordered by the master to go down the mountain and walk.”

Miaokong uses spirituality to communicate the water vapor between heaven and earth, gathers into a ball, washes the bowl and puts it away.

He looked at the mad monk in front of him, his heart moved, and said: “I don’t know where the master is going next?” ”

“I don’t know.”

The monk leaned lazily on the steps, his freshly pouted fingers picking his nostrils, with a pleasant expression on his face.

“The first time the little monk came down the mountain, he didn’t know anything about human feelings, can you invite the master to accompany him for a while?”

Miaokong asked tentatively.

The monk sat up a little and stared straight at Miaokong, looking up and down.

It wasn’t until Miaokong was uncomfortable that the mad monk stretched out, patted his stomach lazily, and said: “The little monk is graciously invited, and the old monk will naturally not be uninteresting.” ”

“I’ll walk with you for a while.”

With that, the monk stood up slowly and staggered out of the alley.

Miaokong breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped to follow.

“The master travels all over the world, I think he is used to being alone, why did he agree to the little monk’s request so easily?”

“You little monk has a good skin, and those rich girls and daughters-in-law like you the most.”

“Following you, it’s easy to mix a belly, and it’s much easier to think than the old monk begging for food by himself.”

“……”

An old man and a young man, a white robe spotless, light and handsome appearance, a black body, even the most adept at covering up and whitewashing, exhaustively searching his mind can only be described as slovenly.

Two very mismatched monks walked on the streets of Wuzhou City, and the little monk helplessly held a bowl containing half a fat roast chicken.

The other half, in the old monk’s mouth, did not even have bones left. If you ignore the large meat food, even the most strict monks (the monks in the temple who are responsible for cooking and preventing waste) can only nod approvingly.

This strange combination attracted a lot of attention, but the two people in the center of their eyes ignored it and walked all the way to the largest ferry port outside Wuzhou City.

These two monks are naturally Miaokong and Mad Monks.

Although it is not explicitly stated, Myoko can basically confirm the identity of this mad monk.

A Buddhist arhat whose strength is even above the Fahai.

Since there is such a large talisman, then Miaokong will not be wasted.

When he decided to go to Lanruo Temple and complete the mission of Fahai, he immediately returned to the mountain.

With this big guy here, not to mention the old demon of Montenegro, even the ghost king of the underground government can only lie low and be small!

After all, this is the reincarnation of the first arhat of the Buddhist sect, and the Buddha is difficult to say, but in terms of strength, I am afraid that he is not worse than the bodhisattva.

“Little monk, are you going to Hangzhou?”

The monk had gnawed off a whole roast chicken and was shaving his teeth with a chicken wishbone.

“That’s right, when I went down the mountain, Master Zun said that he ordered the young monk to go to Lanruo Temple in Hangzhou and ask Yuanfa Zen Master Buddhism.”

Miaokong nodded, cleaned the bowl as usual, and took a steamed bun and ate it.

Since knowing that the three pure meat from Hua Yuan could not break the meat ring, Miaokong sadly found that his stomach that he had eaten coarse tea and light rice for fifteen years did not like meat….

Instead, I prefer tasteless but solid steamed bun flatbread.

The mad monks on the side are not so well fed, three meals a day of meat cannot be broken, and they have to drink!

Poor Miaokong wandered in the Yin Fu House in Wuzhou City these two days, brushing his face every day, after all, whether it is meat or wine, it is a luxury for ordinary people.

However, in order to hug his thighs, Miaokong can only be begging for karma… Cough, dispense.

Fortunately, this mad monk still has a bit of a bottom line, and he is not interested in the land of fireworks alley.

This made Miaokong rejoice and have a slight regret, if the mad monk really wanted to go to that kind of place, he couldn’t say that he could break the color ring….

“Lanruo Temple…”

The mad monk touched his chin with few hairs, blinking his eyes in thought.

Miao’s heart tightened, could it be that the Lanruo Temple is really so dangerous? Even this big guy is afraid of three points??

I saw the mad monk shake his head and muttered, “I haven’t heard of it, but it feels a little immodest to hear the name.” ”

Mioko breathed a sigh of relief, it was good not to hear of it.

The two chatted for a while, and soon arrived at the ferry port outside Wuzhou City.

Crossing from here is the boundary of Hangzhou.

Miaokong looked at all kinds of ships, ready to find a cruise ship to brush his face, after all, if it is a ship, it is necessary to give money, and Miaokong is penniless.

“Little master?!”

At this time, Miaokong suddenly heard a soft and charming voice, which was somewhat familiar.