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Seeing that Qiu Ming was unwilling to say something, Jigong didn't ask anymore. He just shook the wine pot at Qiu Ming and signaled to ask for another wine.

Qiu Ming shook his hand and the Qiankun Bagua Pot appeared in his hand. He poured Jigong a cup of Erguotou. The wine provided by the restaurant was only twenty or thirty degrees, which was not as powerful as Erguotou.

Jigong stretched out his hand covered in oil and picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

"Ha good wine!" This is the wine. In comparison, the wine in the restaurant tasted too light. However, Jigong glanced at Qiu Ming's right hand at the same time. Qiu Ming actually had a Sumeru ring, which was not a treasure that ordinary monks could get.

The ancients said that if you don’t get drunk with a thousand cups, the taste of the wine is similar to beer, and that cup is a small wine cup. The so-called thousand cups are just the amount of ten bottles of beer. Not many people can drink ten bottles of beer, but there are also many.

Jigong wanted to take the wine pot in Qiu Ming's hand, but Qiu Ming avoided it. What a joke? Not to mention the wine pot is a treasure, there is also the Drunken Immortal Wine he got from the Dragon Palace of the South China Sea.

Besides, if you have oil in your hand and drink it to your mouth, how can you give it to you?

"Stingy!" Jigong muttered and continued to grab the beans with his hands to eat.

Qiu Ming was so angry that he wanted to laugh, but you were so embarrassed to say I was stingy? Under normal circumstances, if I call you senior brother, you shouldn't be the one who invites you to dinner? If you don't have money, I'll treat you, it's nothing.

But if I treat you, you will catch the chicken with your hands, and you will catch it away, but I didn't get a drink. I drank a glass of wine and poured it into your stomach in the spout.

Now I will give you another drink of Erguotou that you have never drunk before. You still want to grab my wine pot, but if you don’t give it, you will say I’m stingy? How can this make sense!

"Senior Brother Daoji, it's not that I'm stingy, but that I'm not as free and easy as you. If you want to drink, I'll pour it for you, and it's enough." There are thousands of kilograms of wine in this Qiankun Bagua pot, which isn't enough for Jigong to drink?

Jigong's eyes lit up and he immediately pushed the cup in front of him. After thinking about it, he pushed the big sea bowl that was holding roast chicken over.

Qiu Ming smiled, but did not refuse, so he took the wine pot and filled the bowl with the sea.

Jigong glanced at the wine pot in Qiu Ming's hand and didn't realize that it was still a treasure. How could such a good treasure fall into the hands of a person who doesn't like wine? It's a waste!

I'll take a look at it later and see if I can come here or change it. With this, I can drink at any time in the future.

"Senior Brother Daoji, is this wine okay?" Qiu Ming took a sip. When he was staying in the dormitory, he also liked to go out with his roommates to drink a little.

Drinking alone is the most boring thing, and drinking is only enjoyable if there are too many people.

"This wine is good. I have never drunk monks. Where did you get it?" Jigong had drunk too many kinds of wine from south to north, but he had never drunk this wine. So where did Qiu Ming get it?

"It is brewed in my hometown winery, so drink more if you like it." This is the most common Erguotou in the real world. It is a very cheap high-quality wine and has a good taste.

Jigong looked at Qiu Ming who continued to pour wine for him. The wine belonged to his hometown? So where is his hometown? Why didn’t he even listen to it?

However, Qiu Ming didn't let him hate him, and might be able to become friends with him. Apart from the old abbot, who would still be willing to sit at the same table with him for dinner?

Qiu Ming wanted to learn from Jigong. When he learned from Jigong, Qiu Ming felt very helpful. If Jigong could pass on his skills, he would definitely benefit even more.

"Senior brother, if you drink and eat meat like this, aren't you afraid of violating the Qing rules and regulations? Will the Buddha blame him?"

Jigong looked at Qiu Ming with some drunken eyes at this time: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart."

After pausing, Jigong continued, "If people in the world learn from me, it is like entering the devil's way!"

Qiu Mingshen nodded with agreement. There was only one such monk who started to worship Buddha and be kind to many people because of this kind.

"The Buddha once said, let go of obsession. Obsession is not just greed, anger, ignorance, or fasting, or wine, meat, etc., isn't it a kind of obsession? No matter how strict the precepts are, no matter how well the fasting is, it cannot save oneself or others, so what's the use?"

Jigong was very disdainful of the eight precepts of the exoteric sect. Everyone in the world has Buddha nature. Fasting or not does not affect the increase or decrease of Buddha nature, but it affects the practice of some practices. He just cannot quit this desire, otherwise why should he return to the mortal world and experience the sufferings of the world in order to seek breakthroughs?

Qiu Ming's eyes were a little weird. He could understand these words, but they shouldn't be said from a monk, right? No wonder people call Jigong Jidian, and they are really crazy.

"Qiu Ming, pour wine." Jigong stepped on the stool, continued to grab the vegetables with his right hand, and his left hand was... holding his feet!

Qiu Ming felt that those things he had eaten just now were a little bit trying to jump out of his stomach.

"Qiu Ming, who can be free from dirt? Is there anything wrong with removing dirt?"

Yes, but tm you can't pick your feet while eating!

Qiu Ming endured the discomfort and continued to pour wine for Jigong: "Senior brother, have you never taken a bath?"

"Hey, monk, I still take a shower on rainy days."

Qiu Ming “…”

It is said that Jigong is a master and a living Buddha of the world, but his personality is indeed not very likable. Perhaps he has helped many poor people, which is considered to be saving the world, but he always gives people a feeling of being too self-centered.

No wonder why other temples cannot tolerate him. If others are like him, how many people can practice Buddhism?

As he was talking, thunder suddenly broke out outside, and in the blink of an eye, it started to rain. The rain floated in along the window, and Jigong stood at the window, letting the rain hit his body.

Qiu Ming watched Ji Gong rub his hands around his clothes. Could this guy be rubbing mud?!

The rain came and went quickly. In less than five minutes, the rain stopped. Jigong returned to the table, and his hand had not yet taken out of his clothes.

Qiu Ming didn't want to see it, but Jigong's hand rubbing around his clothes made him unable to help staring at it. He opened his mouth several times, but said nothing, just kept pouring wine for Jigong, and drank two glasses and pressed it down.

"Qiu Ming, monk, how about I use this to exchange for your wine pot?" Jigong stretched out his left hand from his clothes, spread his palm, and there was a black mud ball inside.

If it were someone else, I would have been scolding me, but Qiu Ming knew that the one rubbed off Jigong was called Shan Niwan, which was a very magical pill.

"If my senior brother likes drinking, I will come to me often in the future. This wine pot cannot be replaced." When he said this, Qiu Ming was still staring at the sweat mud ball.
Chapter completed!