708: Chapter 708 “Wine and meat pass through the intestines, Buddha remains in the heart 708: Chapter 708 “Wine and meat pass through the intestines, Buddha remains in the heart Jiang Qi gave Ye Chenfeng several complicated glances, feeling very uncomfortable inside.
Ye Chenfeng’s strength had completely exceeded his expectations, especially the scene of defeating Konghai that lingered in his mind.
Even if Ye Chenfeng’s hands were stained with blood and he had committed many killings, his background was undoubtedly against the heavens, and he himself could definitely not compete with him.
“Master Ye, Master Chu, Master Hui Wen invites you!” Soon after, a young novice monk came running over.
“Alright, Elder Chu, Master Hui Wen wants to invite us for tea?
We must give him this respect,” Ye Chenfeng said with a smile.
Everyone: “…”.
Everyone was speechless towards Ye Chenfeng; what did he mean by saying they must give respect to Master Hui Wen?
That was Master Hui Wen, whose respect was extremely valuable—some wealthy individuals didn’t hesitate to spend tens of millions in cash to request his presence.
But there was Ye Chenfeng, casually saying respect must be given to Master Hui Wen.
This made everyone’s heads full of black lines; however, everyone was also curious as to why Master Hui Wen held Ye Chenfeng in such high regard, even choosing him to fight the monks from Japan and winning every match, and then going to a secluded place, though no one saw what happened, the outcome was obvious—Ye Chenfeng won, and the Japanese monk lost.
“Please hold on, benefactor!”
Just as Jiang Qi was about to follow, the young novice monk stopped him.
“Why can’t I go?” Jiang Qi asked, puzzled.
“Because the list of benefactors Master Hui Wen mentioned does not include you, please feel free to do as you wish,” the young novice monk said politely.
“You…”
Jiang Qi was choked with anger, but he could only endure it since Master Hui Wen had not invited him.
Following the young novice monk, they proceeded to the backyard, which was the resting place for the monks of the temple.
Unlike Shaolin Temple, Ziguang Temple didn’t have a single martial monk; in Shaolin Temple, there would probably be many who were strong and healthy.
“Little Master really shouldn’t be doing this, how can a monk drink alcohol and eat meat?” Suddenly, a timid voice sounded.
Instantly, it caught the attention of Ye Chenfeng and the others.
Following the source of the voice, they saw a monk sitting on a stone bench at a stone table.
This monk’s attire was different from the others; he wore a T-shirt and beach shorts and was very fair-skinned, but his actions were somewhat crazy.
In front of him sat a novice monk about fifteen or sixteen years old, looking at him with a frightened face, his expression showing he wanted to flee yet didn’t dare to, fearing that he might anger the crazy monk in front of him.
“You little monk are afflicted in your thinking; as the saying goes, ‘Though meat and wine pass through the bowel, Buddha stays in the heart.’ Buddha is in your heart, so what’s wrong with eating a bite of meat or drinking a sip of wine?” the crazed monk said.
What left everyone speechless was this crazed monk holding a roast chicken in one hand and gnawing on it, while in the other hand, he held a jug of wine, sipping from it now and then.
He seemingly had forgotten all the monastic disciplines, and he was openly drinking and eating meat in the temple.
However, no one dared to drive him out, letting him behave this way, and the monks passing by kept their distance, if there were another path, they would definitely take it, just afraid of being caught by this crazy monk.
This young novice monk standing in front of him was probably an unlucky guy, who just happened to be caught by the crazed monk, who was now brainwashing him to drink alcohol and eat meat.
“Little monk, it’s not okay, if the master finds out, he will expel me.” The young novice became increasingly panicked, although he was extremely reluctant, the high status of this mad monk in front of him meant he dared not offend him.
“Just one bite, how about that?
If your master troubles you, come and find me!” the mad monk said with eyes lit up.
“Ah?
Little grandmaster, this seems somewhat inappropriate?” the young novice still hesitated with a face full of doubt, “If the other monks find out, they will definitely laugh me to death.”
“You’ve got a lot of nerve!
Tell them you are under my protection, I’d like to see who dares to laugh at you!” the mad monk said sternly.
“Alright then, but little grandmaster, I’ll only drink a sip of wine and take a bite of meat.” The young novice held up a finger.
“Fine, remember the saying, ‘Meat and wine pass through the intestines, Buddha stays in the heart.'” the mad monk said, while handing over the roast chicken and the wine jug to the young novice.
After hesitating, the young novice bit into the greasy yet delicious roast chicken.
The taste instantly exploded on his taste buds, enveloping him in an unprecedented sensation.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” the mad monk leaned in close and asked with a smile.
A trace of joy appeared on the young novice’s face, and he nodded vigorously, “Delicious, no wonder so many monks want to leave the monastic life.
This meaty flavor is truly scrumptious!”
“Try this quickly!” A sly glint crossed the mad monk’s eyes as he urged.
“Alright, little grandmaster!” The young novice nodded.
He then drank a big gulp of wine without hesitation, but his face instantly changed to a deep red, as a fiery sensation burned from his mouth down to his throat, chest, and all the way to his belly, nearly blowing him up.
Having tasted the roast chicken, the young novice mistakenly thought the wine would be just as delightful; he drank fiercely, only to find it incredibly strong.
“Haha, everyone, look!
This guy has broken the rules; he’s drunk alcohol and eaten meat, let’s all laugh at him!” Suddenly, the mad monk shouted loudly.
The young novice’s face changed drastically, in disbelief he stared at the mad monk, “Little grandmaster, you said I wouldn’t be breaking the rules by eating meat and drinking wine.”
“Hehe, did I say that?
Surely not.
It must be you who wanted to eat meat and drink wine, how can you blame me, little grandmaster?” the mad monk said.
The young novice was so upset he was almost crying, with a sobbing voice he said, “Little grandmaster, monks do not lie; you clearly said so.”
“Hehe, young man, though I am a monk, I stand above the clean laws and regulations.
Even Hui Wen, that old fellow, dares not to control me,” the mad monk said ostentatiously, being blunt.
The young novice: “…”.
He suddenly realized he had been duped and remembered how many people had fallen for this mad monk’s tricks before.
He silently regretted why he listened to his deception.
The mad monk glanced at the young novice, “Haha, the people of the Disciplinary Hall, this disciple has broken the rules, come quickly, let’s all laugh at him.”
In the end, the young novice was taken away by the monks of the Disciplinary Hall, as the evidence on the scene was indisputable and he had no grounds to argue.
“Haha, I’m dying of laughter, this little guy is so foolish.
Thinking whatever I say must be true!” the mad monk laughed wildly.
In this way, the monks around him were even more reluctant to approach him, fearful of being duped by him too.