Chapter 620: The Wine-Drinking Monk
As he walked along the road, Qin Tian was greatly enlightened by the many stalls on both sides of the road, which displayed many special Buddhist instruments and unique spiritual medicine materials of Yanzhou.
Unlike other schools, Buddhist cultivation methods are mainly based on upright and pure Yang attributes, and various special Buddhist treasures have a strong restraining power against evil ghosts and monsters.
In view of this situation, Qin Tian couldn't help but think in his heart that before entering the "Ten Thousand Ghosts Abyss", it would be best to find a suitable Buddhist treasure to accompany him, so as not to be besieged by ghosts and have no way to restrain them.
As time slowly passed, an hour passed quickly.
During this period, Qin Tian almost strolled around the entire market, but in the end he gained very little. He only bought a string of pure Yang attribute magic Buddha beads at a high price in front of a stall of a Jindan period monk to prepare for emergencies.
As for several natural treasures and the rare "Xuan Yin Han Ye", there was still no trace to be found.
Only through the discussions of many Buddhist monks around him, Qin Tian learned a lot more about the "Ten Thousand Ghosts Abyss".
Just at this moment, there was a sudden noise from the crowd in front, and many people were secretly pointing and talking.
Qin Tian was slightly stunned when he saw this, and then curiously explored the power of his spiritual consciousness, and a picture instantly appeared in his mind.
On the street in front, a young monk wearing a tattered cassock, sloppy and unkempt, but with a very handsome face, was staggering and walking slowly.
And he was holding an unknown barbecue in his left hand and a wine pot in his right hand. He took a bite of meat with one step and a sip of wine with two steps. He was really happy!
However, this scene fell into the solemn and solemn market, and in the eyes of the monks and nuns, many people frowned and secretly despised it.
After all, the Buddhist rules and regulations are the most strict. Bad habits such as drinking and eating meat are almost strictly prohibited in any temple. Once a disciple is found to have broken the rules, he will be punished by the temple rules at the lightest, and driven down the mountain directly at the worst.
What's more, Buddhists value faith the most. They are quite respectful of the Buddha on weekdays. Whether they are ordinary monks or Buddhists, they all recite scriptures and pray devoutly in the morning and evening.
Because of this, the behavior of the sloppy monk is tantamount to trampling on the faith of a group of Buddhist monks!
As a result, many monks around were glaring at him, and some even scolded him directly:
"How bold you are! How dare you break the rules openly? What do you think of the Buddhist rules?"
"That's right! Where did this wild monk come from? It's simply a disgrace to the reputation of my Buddhism!"
"Amitabha, good and good!"
"Buddha, have mercy on me! I don't know which temple has produced such a scum! ”
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For a moment, the atmosphere in the field was solemn and dignified. Many Buddhist monks criticized and chanted the Dharma name loudly, which made Qin Tian, who was not far away, stunned!
Perhaps disturbed by the movement around him, the seemingly sloppy young monk's alcoholism also slightly reduced. Then he completely ignored the anger of the crowd and began to talk nonsense with a foolish face and blurred eyes:
"Wine and meat............pass through the intestines, but the Buddha............remains in the heart! We.....hiccup.....We are Buddhists. As long as we have the Buddha in our hearts, why should we.........care about any bullshit precepts! "
While speaking, the young monk burped, which made the other monks beside him very angry.
So immediately, an old monk wearing a purple-gold cassock, with a cultivation level of about the early stage of the Golden Elixir, like a furious Vajra, stepped out of the crowd, pointed his finger at the young monk's nose and shouted:
"You bold young man, which temple are you from? Today, I will take action on behalf of the abbot of your temple and teach you a lesson for the guy who has disgraced the reputation of Buddhism!"
Hearing this, the young monk seemed to be drunk, and couldn't help but take another sip of the wine, and then muttered incoherently:
"Uh! My name is... Huihong, and I am a disciple of Lingjing Mountain... Honglian Temple! "
After saying this, the young monk Huihong seemed to be afraid that others would not believe him, so he took out a string of Buddhist beads from somewhere and hung it around his neck in a pretentious manner.
Seeing this situation, especially hearing the name of the Buddhist holy place: Lingjing Mountain Honglian Temple, the whole audience was slightly shocked, and then fell into silence.
It was because the Buddhist beads that Monk Huihong took out were actually a rare medium-grade Buddhist treasure, and the special prohibition mark of Honglian Temple on it could not be faked!
So, at this moment, the holy place in the hearts of many monks was covered with dust, and some even had their faith collapsed directly, while most people were With a face full of grief and indignation, he chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice and left with a wave of his sleeves.
In just over ten breaths, the crowd of onlookers had completely dispersed, and even the old monk in the early stage of the Golden Core had disappeared without a trace.
The power of the Buddhist holy land can be seen from this!
Seeing this scene, Qin Tian couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Obviously, he never expected that this seemingly crazy little monk was actually a top-level person.
Considering that any old man he met in the wild before had the power to split the ground a hundred miles with a sword, Qin Tian has become much more cautious at this moment and dared not underestimate him at all.
So he didn't look at the monk who was eating meat and drinking wine any more, but walked past him and headed towards the street not far away.
However, when passing by a rather simple stall, a faint purple light suddenly flashed between Qin Tian's eyebrows, which was covered by a bamboo hat. It was the purple thunder seal that had been silent for a long time.
After noticing this abnormality, his face suddenly changed slightly, and then he hurriedly stopped, and then extended his spiritual power to scan the roadside stalls.
The stall owner was a young nun with a beautiful face, no makeup, wearing a plain robe and a cloth hat, and her cultivation was about the middle stage of foundation building.
As for the stall in front of her, there were many black wooden magic tools, spiritual tools and other objects, as well as a small number of elixir jade bottles.
Seeing this situation, Qin Tian's eyes flickered, and he immediately shook his tattered whisk, pretending to be a Taoist master, and seemed to casually step forward to check.