"Buddhists have always been merciful. They claim to save people from suffering, purify the world, and purify all living beings …"
Gu Qingfeng stood under the tree, guarding Jun Xuanji. He stared at the ancient Buddha statue in the sky that didn't seem to belong to this world. He said in a low voice, "When did you start kidnapping people?"
When he came to this mysterious Kingdom of Buddha and saw the ancient Buddha statue, Gu Qingfeng was already sure that this so-called trap was not set by Jun Xuanji.
Because he had seen this Buddha statue before, he knew that this thing represented the Heart Buddha.
The so-called Heart Buddha was invisible and untouchable. It was not in the Great Dao, nor was it between heaven and earth. Since ancient times, it was the only one.
And this only one belonged to everyone, and also to the True Buddha.
In heaven and earth, other than Buddhists, no one could create a world with a Heart Buddha. Jun Xuanji couldn't. Even the ruler of the Great Dao, up to heaven, didn't have this ability.
In the sky, the Light of Buddha was still shining, and the chanting of sutras never stopped.
Unknowingly, a person appeared on the palm of the ancient Buddha statue. It was a slovenly old man, and a crazy monk dressed in tattered clothes, wearing a broken hat and shoes, holding a broken fan in his hand. He lay on the palm of the Buddha statue with his legs crossed, fanning himself while drinking wine.
"Kid, long time no see!"
The slovenly crazy monk stood up and jumped down from the Buddha statue. He looked at Gu Qingfeng with a smile and said, "How have you been? Did you miss me?"
"It's you!"
When he saw this slovenly crazy monk, Gu Qingfeng was quite surprised. He had seen many Buddhists in his life, and there was no lack of eminent monks who saved all living beings from suffering. It wasn't that he had never seen monks who drank wine and ate meat, but the monk in front of him was the one who didn't look like a monk at all.
This was an eminent monk named Daxing.
He roamed the Three Thousand Macro Worlds all year round, saving the people and helping the world. His great love was boundless, he promoted Buddhism and saved all living beings. He was known as the Living Buddha. Because he was crazy and loved wine and meat, he was also known as the Crazy Monk Daxing. Whether it was in the Three Thousand Macro Worlds or in the world, he had an extremely high reputation.
Gu Qingfeng had seen this Mad Monk more than once. He knew that this monk was not only crazy, but his magical power was also boundless. He had seen with his own eyes how a peerless old devil who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years was reduced to ashes with a gentle wave of his broken fan.
Gu Qingfeng had always kept a respectful distance from Buddha.
To Gu Qingfeng, this Mad Monk Daxing, who did not seem like a Buddha, was a friend who was neither a friend nor a benefactor.
They were friends because both of them had the same hobby, which was alcohol. They knew each other because of alcohol.
He said that they were not friends because he had a grudge with the Buddhists. Back then, this Mad Monk Daxing had stepped forward to persuade him, and in the end, the two of them had fought.
As for his benefactor.
Back then, Gu Qingfeng had offended the Great Buddha. Not only had he been attacked by the three Holy Monks, but he had also been purified by the Buddhist source. In the end, it was this Mad Monk Daxing who had stepped forward to help him out.
He said that he was not a benefactor because even if this Mad Monk Daxing had not stepped forward, Gu Qingfeng would not have been afraid of purifying his soul.
Of course, Gu Qingfeng would not deny this kindness.
But that was all.
Gu Qingfeng had never had a good impression of the Buddhists, including the old monk who lived in the Bone Jade of Nirvana.
"What's wrong, kid?" The Mad Monk Daxing sat on the ground and threw the wine gourd in his hand over, saying, "Don't tell me you don't recognize me so quickly?"
Gu Qingfeng caught the wine gourd and threw it over, saying, "Why are you here?"
"What's the hurry? Let's drink and talk." The Mad Monk Daxing threw the wine gourd over again.
Gu Qingfeng still did not catch it, saying, "If you have something to say, then say it. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"
"I say, after not seeing you for so long, you're still like this. No matter what, we're still friends. Even if we're just drinking buddies, we're still friends. Since we're friends and haven't seen each other for so long, can't we have a good chat?"
The Mad Monk Daxing sat down cross-legged and took a swig from the wine gourd. He exhaled, looking like he was enjoying it, saying, "I know you like wine, so I specially got a jar of 'Nine Lives and Nine Deaths'. Back then, you and the old Taoist went through a lot of trouble for this jar of 'Nine Lives and Nine Deaths', right? You didn't hesitate to use a treasure of the Nine Underworlds to exchange for it, but the old Taoist refused in the end. In a fit of anger, you snatched a jar from the old Taoist, causing the old Taoist to look for you everywhere! When he couldn't find you, the old Taoist scolded you for more than a hundred years. Even now, the old Taoist is so angry that he trembles all over. "
"The old Taoist is famous for being difficult to deal with in the Heaven Realm. Once you provoke him, there's no end to it. When I heard about this, I couldn't understand. You actually snatched the old Taoist for a jar of wine. It wasn't until I tasted a mouthful of 'Nine Lives and Nine Deaths' that I understood why you snatched it!"
The Mad Monk Daxing took another swig, his whole body trembling. He took a deep breath and said, "This' Nine Lives and Nine Deaths' is the best wine in the world. It's the king of wine! Just one mouthful and it erodes one's soul. It's like experiencing life and death. It's really … satisfying! "
The Mad Monk Daxing opened his eyes and threw the wine gourd over again. He smiled and said, "Come on, I know you can't help but want it."
This time, Gu Qingfeng didn't throw it back. Instead, he poured the wine out of the gourd. Seeing this, the Mad Monk Daxing scrambled to his feet and snatched the wine gourd back from Gu Qingfeng. He stared and shouted, "You can't waste it even if you don't want to drink it. This is' Nine Lives and Nine Deaths'! Do you know how hard it was for me to get you this jar of wine? "
Mad Monk Daxing's eyes widened as he shouted, "Don't you know how stingy that Old Daoist is? He treats this shit like it's more important than his own life. In order to get this shit for you, I begged and begged, and even knelt down in front of him, but that bastard refused. In the end, that bastard wanted me to do something for him, so he gave me this jar. Do you know what he wanted me to do? You don't know! You can't imagine it either. It's … it's not something a human can do! In order to get you a jar of 'Nine Lives and Nine Deaths', not only did I embarrass myself, but I also embarrassed all my ancestors … "
Mad Monk Daxing let loose a torrent of abuse. He was so angry that his face and neck turned red. "It's fine if you don't appreciate my kindness, but you even poured my wine. This thing was exchanged with my dignity. Pouring my wine is the same as stepping on my face, trampling on my dignity!"
Gu Qingfeng said expressionlessly, "Daxing, I'll say it again. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"
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