Medicinal Immortal

Listening to what the young monk in Tsing Yi said, even the old abbot on the side was taken aback for a moment, and asked hurriedly, "But is the Tang Master known as the Holy Buddha in Hanshan Temple?"

Hearing this, Tangning smiled and said: "I am just a person with a Buddha in my heart, not a monk who has been ordained to escape into the void. Just call me Master Tang."

"Amitabha Buddha, the abbot of Longmen Temple, and the disciples in the temple, visit Master Tang."

The old abbot clasped his hands together and looked at the monk Tsing Yi in front of him with excitement and surprise. With the disciples behind him, he respectfully and piously bowed to him.

"Meet Master Tang."

The disciples behind the abbot clasped their hands together and performed a Buddhist ceremony to Tangning. They looked at the Master Tang in front of them with bright eyes. They did not expect that they would meet the one called the saint here. The Buddha's Master Tang did not expect that Master Tang would be so young.

The diners on the first floor, as well as some passers-by who were about to leave after a rest, saw that the monks were all saluting the Tsing Yi monk, and they called Master Tang in their mouths.

What kind of Tang master is this Tang master? Is it famous? Even the old monk saluted him?

Over there, Tangning was chatting with them.

"Didn't you say that there are ghosts that hurt people? If so, I will let you go and see what is going on." She said, thinking that there is still time anyway, so she went to see Right!

"Amitabha Buddha, thank you Master Tang." The old monk's face showed joy.

They took Tangning towards the Longmen Temple, and along the way, they carefully told Tangning the whole story.

Among the group of monks, there are old and young, so the walk is not fast. At night, they will find some places to rest, and then continue on their way at dawn.

That evening, when everyone was sitting around the fire to rest, and when they took out the dry food to eat, they saw that Master Tang, who was sitting cross-legged by the fire, was holding a piece of something in his hand, wearing a twig and putting it on the fire to roast.

The old monk’s eyes were not very good, but as the flames were grilling, he smelled a smell of meat. He was taken aback and looked a little closer, and saw that the piece of meat that Master Tang was grilling was actually a piece of meat. , Couldn't help being stunned, and asked: "Master Tang, you, do you eat meat?"

Their Buddhist disciples are all precepts, but what about Master Tang...

"Yes indeed!"

Tangning responded, turning the branch in his hand, turning over the piece of meat, and said, "Didn't I say it? I didn't receive the precepts, so I am not considered a Buddhist disciple, so the Buddhist disciplines are useless to me."

Hearing this, the abbot on the side was also silent, his gaze paused on Master Tang's bald head, and said, "Master Tang, you have already lost your hair as a monk. Even if you haven't received the ordination, you are already half a Buddhist disciple. "

Tangning laughed, shook her head, and said, "No, no, I'm different." Can she be the same? She must be different from them, after all, besides not entering Buddhism, she is still a woman.

The abbot wanted to say something, but saw that he was already holding the hot roasted meat and sniffing it, tore off a piece and put it in his mouth to eat. Seeing him chewing vigorously, all his words were stuck in his throat. , Swallowed back.

Therefore, the final result was that the monks sitting in a circle eating dry food all watched Master Tang eating meat there...