Chapter 1137: 魔教妖女16

Ning Shu went back to the side of Huiji’s little monk and looked at Huiji with his eyes. Looking at the side, this little monk was really eye-catching.
Without the hairstyle, it is all dependent on the value of the face.
"Little monk."
Huiji’s little monk performed a Buddhist ceremony,
Female Donor.

Ning Shu: ...
She has a long throat, and the big aunt has not come for many years. How can this little beast see it?

The donor is not surprised, the difference between men and women is different, and the appearance cannot hide these differences.


How many years have you been a monk?


Huiji grew up in Wuyou Temple from a young age.


How many books are there in Wuyou Temple?

"The buddha is 178, the Buddha is 37, and the Buddha is 8, and the world's martial arts is not counted." Huiji small monk answered seriously.
Ning Shu raised his brow and asked: "How do you feel after reading so many Buddhist scriptures?"
"What is the root of the Buddha?"
"Only because of all the sufferings of all beings, believe that the Buddha has gone beyond the bitter sea, and reached the Western Paradise!"
Ning Shu stared at Huiji’s little monk and asked her to do something to challenge the Buddha’s heart of Hui’s little monk.
Ningshu couldn’t see what the monk said about the sea and the shore.
She has to go on, everyone has to be forced to stand up and talk back without hurting.
"Amitabha." Huiji took a Buddhist ceremony. "All evils are done, and the good deeds are self-contained. It is Buddhism."
"Like learning, knowing yourself, and restraining yourself." Huiji said.
Ning Shu waved his hand. "Don't say these words, I don't understand."
"Have you ever eaten meat?"
"No, everything is alive, and the joy of sorrow is a sin." Huiji’s little monk replied in a serious manner.
"Don't say anything sin, just say you want to eat and don't want to eat?" Ning Shu smiled at the little monk.
"I invite you to eat roast duck, roast chicken, stewed salted duck, sauce chicken, bacon, pine flower, small belly, dry meat, sausage, assorted su dish, smoked chicken, white belly, steamed Babao pig, Jiangmi Stuffed ducks, rabbits, leeks, silver fish, ducks, ducks, ducks, ducks..."
Ning Shu said that he was hungry, and Hui’s little monk was indifferent.
Thank you for the donor, Xiao Yan does not eat these things.

Ning Shu is not discouraged, has not tasted these tastes, naturally does not know the taste.
"What are you eating every day?" Ning Shu asked.
"hair dish, mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, vegetarian chicken, fresh mushrooms, golden needles, fungus, cooked chestnuts, ginkgo, cauliflower, carrots, tofu, yuba, fresh vegetables, dried and fresh fruits." The little monk said, "not vegetarian food, no nutrition." ""
Ning Shu shrugged his shoulders. "You said, the world is full of spirits. The plants you eat can feel that people's teeth are chewing them. They are all evil, and the evil is the same."
Huiji’s little monk frowned and didn’t speak.
"Do you know what pain is it?"
"Do you know what happiness is?"
"Do you think that you can read the scriptures in the temple and knock on the wooden fish to make the world?"
This little monk is not old enough, and the indifference looks like the old man.
"Through the pilgrims to pay tribute to the incense, to the pilgrim to read two inexplicable words, this is called the world?"
"Amitabha, the cause and effect of the past, are self-sufficiency, there are reasons for fruit, and there is no evil report without evil."
"What kind of Buddha do you still have to believe?" Ning Shu looked at the little monk of Huiji. "Are you going to the world outside to see it?"
"Do you aim to be a world, or do you want to be a Buddha?"
"Little is trying to make the world."
Ning Shu said with a smile, "To make a good person, you have to go into the dust, those who are struggling in the red dust are the people you should be able to."
"I am still afraid of entering the red dust, and it has become a red dust. From then on, I will never recover?" Ning Shu said faintly.
"Do you want to be annoyed by the donor last night, or is it a matter of swearing at the General Assembly today, so it is necessary to dispel the beliefs of Xiao Yu’s heart?" Huijiu’s little monk said faintly.
"Hey, you see it, it’s not good, it’s very uncomfortable." Ning Shu looked at the little monk. "What do you mean by living like this?"
"So what does it mean to be alive like a donor?"
Ning Shu spread his hand. "For me, living is the biggest thing, just like you have to be a world."
"How to improve the world without going to hell, the Tibetan Bodhisattva is still in hell, the is not empty, and it is not a Buddha."
Ningshu’s remarks focused on Huiji and said:
If I were you, I would go to the world to walk around. Everyday I read the Buddhist scriptures. The world outside is more wonderful than the Buddhist scriptures.

"Amitabha, people are eager to enjoy, go to the dust, change the mind of a person." Huiji ignored the temptation of Ningshu, "Xiao Xiao knows that there are too many things in the outside world."
"If your mind is corrupted by red dust, what is the sorghum, what is the use of reading so many Buddhist scriptures?" Ning Shu said slyly.
"Do not forget the original heart, always have to be, as the most widowed monk in a hundred years, even this does not understand?"
"Amitabha, the donor does not have to provoke a small shackle. Even if he can't make the world, he must first refine himself." Huiji said with a buddha.
To personalize yourself, to know yourself, and to treat yourself, the most difficult thing in the world is to know yourself.
Ning Shu couldn’t convince Huiji, and Hui’s theory of Ning Shu couldn’t be.
Do not worry about eating and drinking monks, saying that you want to improve the world?
"Little monk, I can guarantee that you can't be a Buddha, definitely, definitely..."
"Your Buddha's heart seems to be crystal clear and indestructible, but it is not as good as a stone. The stone rolling in the red dust smoothes the sharp corners in the bumps. No matter where it is, it is safe."
Ning Shu: Mommy...
It is not easy to destroy a person’s faith, but such a monk is a true monk.
Stick to your heart, no one has done this.
"Thank you for the advice of the donor, Huiji is in the heart." Huiji small monk Chao Ningshu hit a Buddha ceremony.
Ning Shu hammered the hammer, feeling inexplicable.
"The little monk, with your talents, is also doing other things, and will contribute more to the world than to knock on the wooden fish."
"Amitabha, it is only the two Buddhist scriptures that have been highlighted. Huiji has no other talents."
Ning Shu waved his hand and was too lazy to talk to him. He turned and left.
"The donor..."
Ning Shutou did not return to wave his hand. "Don't persuade what is going back. You can't say that what I am doing is wrong. The little monk, I have more merits than your merits."
Emma, ​​loaded. The feeling of being forced is really cool.
It’s so hard to ask for a return to the shore. If it doesn’t change, it will be cremated and crisp.
Leading people to do good is merit, and don't forget that evil is also merit.