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Qiu Ming suddenly turned around. The "beggar" who was lying on the ground just now had already sat up. He was wearing a torn hat on his head, had many holes on his clothes, and had many patches. After a closer look, it turned out to be a monk's robe and a torn palm fan in his hand. The palm fan seemed to have been stepped on for many feet.

If someone else saw it, he would definitely think it was a beggar, but Qiu Ming knew that this was the monk Daoji he was looking for, that is, Jigong.

"Senior brother is Monk Daoji?" Qiu Ming clasped his hands together and made a Buddhist etiquette. Although he hadn't done it for a long time, he didn't feel any awkward.

Jigong was a little curious. He called Junior Brother Qiu Ming because the Buddhists called strangers in practice this way, just like Taoist sects calling fellow Taoists.

He felt that Qiu Ming’s aura was strange. He was undoubtedly a practitioner, but he could not see through which school he belonged. The people in this world who could not see through his background should be seniors, but the person in front of him was very weak.

But the other party actually made Buddhist etiquette. Is this Buddhist disciple? Which lineage of practice is he practicing? Why has he never seen it before?

"Junior brother knows a monk?" Jigong was even more curious. He just came to Yingtian Mansion today, so why did the person in front of him know him? When he became a monk, he was in Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou and had never been to Yingtian Mansion!

"I have heard of my senior brother's deeds, and I just guessed it boldly. It seems that I guessed it right." If I hadn't lying with my back to Qiu Ming just now, Qiu Ming would have recognized this image long ago.

But what surprised Qiu Ming was that Jigong must have been very profound in his magic power, but he didn't feel any trace just now, which was even more powerful.

"Dare you ask your junior brother's name?" Jigong asked again.

Qiu Ming's mouth twitched, and he only had a Dharma name, which was given by the precepts. Although Qiu Ming knew that this Dharma name had a different meaning in the Buddhist scriptures, he still didn't like it very much. After all, he came from the real world, but he didn't plan to worship Buddha forever and not look for his girlfriend.

If you can't find the real world, you can find one in the cartoon world.

"My secular name is Qiu Ming, yes, my name is Xiaoming. My senior brother can just call me Qiu Ming." Since the magic number is just a title, my name is just a title. Let me tell you that everyone is the same.

Jigong leaned lazily against the wall and looked at Qiu Ming squintly. This man did not say the name of the family, but instead said the name of the family. Although he was wearing a hat on his head, he could still "see" the short hair.

Could it be that Qiu Ming is a monk who has not been reborn for a long time?

"Junior Brother Qiu Ming, then which master do you learn from?" If you know who the other party's master is, Jigong will know the other party's seniority.

"Senior Brother Daoji, Master's Dharma Name, I'm not convenient for me to mention it." Qiu Ming was still very happy to be able to talk to Ji Gong's equals.

"So which temple is the respected teacher practicing?"

"It's just a nameless little temple, it's better not to mention it." Qiu Ming really didn't know what the small temple was called. He also asked Jie Chi at the beginning, but Jie Chi said that the temple is a temple, why must it have a name?

Jigong frowned. Why didn't this person want to say the Dharma name or the teacher? But looking at him, he was not entangled with karma and should have never done any evil things.

If you use any means to wash away the karma, then Qiu Ming's strength will definitely not be able to do it.

"Junior Brother Qiu Ming, are you still secular?"

Qiu Ming smiled awkwardly, thinking that he was forced to become a monk! Although he learned some magical skills later, he did not think about observing those rules and precepts, especially he would never abstain from sex forever, and he could not quit this!

Fortunately, the monk in front of me doesn’t seem to be a rule-abiding monk. Qiu Ming felt that he might be able to become friends with Jigong.

"Senior Brother Daoji, when you get asleep, you should be hungry. Why don't we go and eat something?" Compared to Jigong, who had all patches on this clothes, Qiu Ming is definitely a rich monk!

When it comes to eating, Jigong's eyes became shiny: "Okay. If there is dog meat, it would be even better if it is dipped in some garlic paste."

Meat and garlic are strictly prohibited in Buddhism at this time. The garlic tastes very strong, and after the monk eats it, it is not convenient for him to preach to the pilgrims. As for meat, it is even worse. Buddhism does not engage in production, so it is forbidden to eat meat. This is what the government says. Buddhism’s own explanation is that Buddhism prohibits killing, so it does not eat blood.

Anyway, when Qiu Ming was with Jie Chi and the others, these were not eaten.

When we arrived at a restaurant, when Qiu Ming and the others were about to enter, the waiter ran over and waved to Jigong: "Go and go, the beggar goes to the back door, there are leftovers for you to eat there, and you can also enter the main door!"

Qiu Ming took out his purse from his sleeve and threw a piece of silver to the waiter: "I'm rewarding you, this master is my guest, so I'll find us a private room."

The waiter looked at Qiu Ming blankly. Although he didn't understand why this man wanted to invite a beggar to dinner, the money in his hand was not fake. This man was so generous, he was more generous than those nobles!

There was no dog meat, but there was beef, chicken, fish, eight dishes, and a pot of wine, which filled the table.

Qiu Ming filled the cup. Before he could raise it, Jigong had already reached out to grab the chicken, tear off a chicken leg, stuffed it into his mouth, and his face was covered with oil!

Uh, Qiu Ming put down his wine glass, Jigong is really unique.

While Jigong was eating chicken, Qiu Ming quickly tasted two bites of each dish. Although he knew that Jigong was the reincarnation of an arhat, his body was indeed dirty. Can he sleep on the ground by the wall and sleep?

Anyway, Qiu Ming would never move the dishes that Jigong had moved. If he wasn't full, he would ask two more dishes to pack and take them away later!

A chicken was eaten by Jigong in less than a minute. He even instigated his fingers and continued to reach out to grab the plate of beef.

Qiu Ming looked helpless, can't you see the chopsticks on the table? Why? Buddhist rumors came from India, so you have to eat pilaf!

"Senior Brother Daoji, drink." Qiu Ming said, holding up his glass.

Jigong nodded, grabbed the wine pot on the table, drank a pot of wine directly into his mouth, and then picked up the wine glass and dries it in one sip.

Qiu Ming “…”

Did this guy do it on purpose? I treat you to a meal, and you can't do that either.

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After Jigong grabbed two more dishes, he burped and looked comfortable, and his eating speed slowed down. Qiu Ming was not afraid of drinking and meat just now. It was definitely not because he had just returned to secular life. Could it be that he was driven out of the temple because he violated the rules and regulations?

However, there are many temples in the world, but there are not many that can learn real skills. Where did Qiu Ming come from? Qiu Ming did not stop his eating habits, which is interesting again.

"Qiu Ming, what is your magic number?"
Chapter completed!