To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

The monk didn't realize how surprising it was to others when he said such a sentence.

Even Kong Jiao was attracted by him, his eyes fixed on the back of the little monk, and he smiled.

But soon, his smile solidified on his face.

The dazzling golden luck on the top of the monk's head made his eyes glazed over.

The color is like gold, filling the area representing luck.

This monk turned out to have pure golden luck just like Huangfu Wuqin.

From the moment the monk entered the wine shop, the luck on the heads of all the monks around him was turned upside down by him.

This was the second person Kong Jiao had seen in his life with such terrifying luck. His face became solemn, and he couldn't help but mutter: "This kid is not simple."

How can a person with such luck be a simple person?

Kong Jiao's cultivation level is also at the realm of fetal light, and the Dao Foundation is always covered by a layer of gauzy mist, making it impossible for Kong Jiao's vision to penetrate.

Just when Kong Jiao was wondering why such a person appeared in Quanzhou.

The owner of the wine shop had already waved his hand towards the monk, looking very unhappy: "How can a monk beg for wine and meat? Leave quickly! Leave quickly! It's really unlucky."

"Who says a monk can't ask for wine and meat?" The monk didn't move because he was not tall. He raised his head and looked at the boss with an impassioned look: "All living beings are equal. You can eat, but the poor monk can't. ?”

The monk's words immediately made the wine shop lively. The drinkers started making noises and shouted:

"Master's words make sense, why can't the boss eat it?"

"Haha, little monk, if you ask for some food, the boss might give it to you. If you ask for drinks, even if he wants to give alms, he probably won't dare to do so. After all, we in Tianqi have Shangzong Temple, and the Buddha will give it to the monks who break the precepts. And the boss who sells wine and meat to monks will punish them."

"Don't be afraid, boss, we just pretend we didn't see it."

The drinkers could not see the monk's cultivation, and he was obviously disguised as a Wheel-Nurturing monk.

That's why the drinkers dared to make such blatant ridicule.

The monk wasn't angry either. He looked at the boss with a smile and waited for his reply.

The boss did not dare to take the risk of offending Shangzongji, so he immediately pointed coldly at the door and yelled: "Get out!"

"Shopkeeper, the monk hasn't eaten meat for a month." The monk didn't seem to notice the displeasure on the boss's face. His eyes widened and he looked aggrieved, like a dog-skin plaster, but he refused to leave.

"roll!"

"Okay!" The monk sighed, finally giving up, shaking his head and about to leave the wine shop.

At this time, a clear voice suddenly came from the window of the wine shop. A young man came up with a smile and said to the boss: "Boss, give me three jars of good wine and ten pounds of good meat. I want to take it away!"

"Okay, little friend Changsong." The frost between the boss's brows disappeared with the appearance of Kong Jiao. He smiled warmly and then greeted the boy and followed suit.

After Kong Jiao paid a few spiritual crystals, he stood at the door waiting for his things to be delivered.

During this process, he didn't even look at the monk, pretending to be indifferent to him.

It was the latter who couldn't move when he heard Kong Jiao directly and arrogantly buying so much good wine and meat.

He stood at the door, turned around and looked at Kong Jiao with his eyes, and soon his eyes flashed with surprise.

Obviously this monk is not an ordinary monk. To outsiders, Kong Jiao is just a monk in the sixth or seventh realm of Wheel-Nurturing.

But the monk saw through his disguise of using the technique at a glance and recognized his cultivation level.

And Dao Foundation is as cold as a glacier, with no depth to be seen.

"What a young man!"

This was the first time the monk felt unfathomable in someone of his own age, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

However, these questions were quickly ignored by the monk. As the boy brought the wine and meat to Kong Jiao's hand, the monk could not look away from the wine and meat in his hand.

After Kong Jiao took the wine and meat, he turned around and pretended to see the monk.

She looked him up and down, then smiled and nodded kindly, then walked around the monk and slowly walked out of the wine shop with the wine and meat in hand.

His smile didn't matter, but the monk's eyes lit up and he muttered to himself: "I have a destiny with this donor!"

Saying that, Pi Dian Dian followed up.

"This benefactor!" The monk approached Kong Jiao, thinking about his words, and tried to widen his eyes to make himself look harmless.

"There's so much good wine and meat, you can't finish it all by yourself, why not..."

…

The green bamboo courtyard is filled with the aroma of wine.

The monk shamelessly asked for food and wine from Kong Jiao, and the two young men sat opposite each other.

The monk held the meat in one hand and the wine bowl in the other, eating until his mouth was full of oil.

After a big sip, the aroma of the meat overflowed. With the sweetness of the special wine from Lingzhufang City, the green bamboo wine, the monk couldn't help but moan in comfort while eating.

"Good wine! Good meat!"

Kong Jiao ate more gracefully. He cut a plate of beef and ate it in small bites with chopsticks.

With a smile on his face from time to time, he looked at the monk in front of him who was pretending not to be able to see clearly his own cultivation.

He was sure that the monk had clearly seen his strength, but he pretended not to know and just drank and ate meat.

Of course, when he suddenly packed up so much wine and meat before leaving, he also had the intention of catching this monk.

In this land of Quanzhou, such a monk with amazing luck suddenly appeared. It was a lie that he was not curious.

After all, Quanzhou is such a big place, and the only place Kong Jiao could think of to bring this monk here was the Kuruo Temple.

The man in front of me is a monk, so he might be connected, and he might be able to tell some stories.

Of course, the possibility is low.

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so it doesn't matter if I make a mistake.

Just have a drink with this monk. It's always good to have a good relationship with this amazingly lucky monk.

While thinking about it, Kong Jiao found that while the monk was eating wine and food, his eyes were secretly looking at him.

He immediately started talking.

"This little master, you monks adhere to the five precepts. I'm afraid there is something wrong with you who eats meat and drinks alcohol."

The monk waved his arm holding the meat, indicating that he didn't have so many rules, and replied in a vague tone: "Is there anything wrong? The poor monk doesn't think it's wrong."

"This cow is already dead. If I don't eat it, someone will eat it."

"But if you don't eat, I don't eat, and everyone doesn't eat, wouldn't there be no more killing?" Kong Jiao didn't understand Buddhism, so he just followed the topic.

However, the monk thought that he was discussing Buddhism with him, and immediately his face became solemn, he put down the wine and meat, and bowed solemnly to the meat.

Kong Jiao thought he didn't want to eat it, but he picked it up again and stuffed it into his mouth: "We monks don't have to eat it. Mortals eat grains. How can we endure the pain of working in the fields if we don't eat the oily smell."

“Killing one cow can feed dozens of farm families and produce food for thousands of people.”

“This shows that this meat still needs to be eaten.”

"Haha." Kong Jiao was amused by the monk's remarks and joked: "Little master, if the master of Shangzong Temple hears this, he will be very angry."

This sentence vaguely means to test the origin of the monk.

Judging from the monk's cultivation and luck, he was definitely not a monk from a small temple. The only person Kong Jiao could think of who could compete with him in Tianqi was Shangzong Temple.

It may be one of the two monks who are neither crazy nor angry, as Bai Xiangming once mentioned.

"The poor monk didn't go to the monastery!" The monk didn't care about his origins and said casually: "The young monk came from Yunmo."

"Yunmo!" Kong Jiao's eyes were a little stunned, that was a place further away than Gu territory.

Except for the great power of palm creation, he could not think of any monk who could travel millions of miles to come to Tianqi.

"Could it be that we really came here for the Kuruo Temple!"

After thinking about this, Kong Jiao continued to test: "The journey to Yunmo is long, and I am afraid that my little master has experienced a lot of hardships along the way."

"It's not a difficult time. I just can't eat meat and wine." The monk touched the greasy mouth. Most of Kong Jiao's three jars of wine and ten pounds of meat went into his stomach. He had almost eaten it now, and there was a look of satisfaction on his face. Sexy, he yelled: "It's better not to be a monk, because I can have enough wine and meat!"

As he said that, the monk looked at Kong Jiao with a kind smile on his baby face: "Donor, if you have any questions, just ask. I think you seem to be hesitant to speak. There is no need to be polite. The young monk knows everything."

Kong Jiao breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. It seemed that the monk didn't care about him probing him, so he didn't think twice about what he said, and became more casual.

"Little Master has a keen eye! Don't you know the Dharma name?"

The monk scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed to speak out, but thinking about this meal of wine and meat, he didn't care anymore.

He said two words at a very fast speed: "Quit sex!"

"Ah!" Kong Jiao screamed, his expression stiffened. His master hated this monk so much that he could take such a Buddhist name.

"Master said that since I was a child, I liked to go to Shuiyue Temple to help the young masters fetch water. I have a strong moral character and want to break the sexual precepts. I was specially given this name to make the young monk remember not to break the sexual precepts." The monk stammered in explanation. He said: "So the young monk has not broken the lust precept, but has broken the other precepts. Fortunately, my master did not name me the Five Precepts."

"I am really ashamed to speak this name. The donor can call me by my common name, Congyun."

"I'm in Xia Zong... I'm here Kong Jiao!" Kong Jiao stuttered for a moment, almost betraying him, but he immediately came around.

"Young Master Bingpo Kong Jiao! No wonder." The monk had been in Tianqi for a while. He had heard of Kong Jiao's name. After hearing this, he looked Kong Jiao up and down, and showed the same expression: "At this age, he can The only one with such a level of cultivation is Kong Jiao, the benefactor who has become famous recently. I'm so glad to meet you!"

"Excuse me, my little master's skills are also very profound." Kong Jiao bowed his hands politely, and was about to ask why this monk came to Tianqi.

Unexpectedly, the monk glanced at an unused guest room in the Qingzhu Courtyard. Without waiting for Kong Jiao to ask questions, he said with a sincere attitude:

"You and I are both strangers in a foreign land, so why not keep us company? I see there are still vacancies in your small courtyard..."

Kong Jiao's face twitched subconsciously. He regretted bringing this monk back.

I am shameless, and I am a bit inferior compared to this person.

"I'm talking about Master Jingse, you are also a powerful chakra ascender after all, don't you even have this little spiritual crystal?" Kong Jiao covered his forehead with a wry smile in his voice.

Cong Yun replied sternly: "Monks leave no common things on their bodies."

It is hard to imagine that a meat-and-potatoes monk who has never broken his sexual precepts would actually abide by this rule.

Kong Jiao took a breath, but he had already finished talking about sending Buddha to the West. He could only nod depressedly.

"Donor, you are a living Bodhisattva." The monk bowed seriously to Kong Jiao, and then cheerfully pointed to one of the empty rooms.

"Young monk, I don't have to choose, just this one."

Looking at Cong Yun who excitedly walked into the empty room, Kong Jiao felt like he was bitten instead of fishing.

In a voice that only he could hear, he muttered: "That's not right. I look like I'm on a pole looking for someone to beat me."

It was obviously Kong Jiao who fished him here with wine and meat.

Who knows, I got myself a dog skin plaster.

While he was reflecting on what was wrong.

Cong Yun's shameless voice came from the room: "Donor Kong, will you have any meat tomorrow?"

Kong Jiao: "..." (End of chapter)