"Brother Gu, you just said that monks don't drink or eat meat. Is this true?"
Jiang Ping An began to doubt what Gu Cheng said.
Gu Cheng said categorically, "This person is definitely not a monk, maybe he just dresses like one."
Even if not all monks are compassionate and practice through suffering, at least this group of monks will definitely behave dignifiedly in front of outsiders.
The man in front of me, who was extremely obese, put the meat on his legs and bit it, and kept drinking. Such wild behavior was definitely not that of a monk.
"Who says I'm not a monk... Hiccup~ The poor monk is a serious Brahma Temple monk."
Chan WuXiang, who was covered in grease and fat, heard the conversation between the two and immediately waved the bottle to correct him, even burping in the process.
"Impossible, I have seen many Brahma Temple monks, but none like you."
Gu Cheng is even more disbelieving that this person is Brahma Temple.
If it were really a monk from Brahma Temple who did something so indulgent and detrimental to Brahma Temple's face, he would never admit it, but this person admitted it. This is more like a guy who insulted Brahma Temple's image.
Chan WuXiang shrugged, the two pieces of fat on his chest that made women jealous trembled, with a look of helplessness on his face:
"The monk Brahma Temple you see is what they want you to see. With the eight thousand features of all living beings, you can see the true face of this person just through your naked eyes? Now you see the poor monk eating meat and drinking wine. Do you think what you see is the true face of the poor monk?"
"What you see with your naked eyes and what you think in your mind is not the true nature of all living beings. The true nature of all living beings is actually your own true nature."
This voice had a special magic power, which made Jiang Ping An and Gu Cheng always feel that they understood something, but they couldn't tell what it was.
Chan WuXiang raised his plump hand, grabbed another handful of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and squinted his eyes to taste it.
Gu Cheng wants to refute something, but doesn't know how to say it.
Jiang Ping An stared at the fair-weather monk on the tree, his eyes flickered twice, then he flew in front of this man, cupping his fists and saluting.
"Junior Jiang Ping An, pay my respects to senior. I have something to ask of you."
Although he couldn't see through the cultivation level of the monk in front of him, most of them were older than him, so it was appropriate to call him "senior".
Chan WuXiang poured a sip of wine into his mouth and threw the bottle aside without morality, "It seems that the person I'm waiting for is you, huh~"
"Wait for me?"
Jiang Ping An looked at the monk on the tree in confusion.
Chan WuXiang put away the meat on his legs, patted his belly and said leisurely, "The poor monk had a premonition that he was going to die. Before he died, he planned to pass on the mantle. You should be the most suitable person."
"Senior, don't be joking. I just happened to meet you, Master. I have not studied Buddhism and have no intention of joining Buddhism."
Jiang Ping An didn't believe what this fat monk said at all. How did he know that he was going to die? Even if this were true, how could it be possible to pass on the inheritance to a person you met on the roadside?
It's like you are walking on the road, and an old man comes and says: I am dying, and now I have an inheritance that needs to be inherited by you.
Who in the right mind would believe that?
What a complete scam!
Chan WuXiang picked a branch casually, grinned and started picking his teeth, just like a mortal chattering, lying on his side on the branch, and said leisurely:
"The poor monk has made many jokes in his life, but this time is not a joke. There is cause and effect in the world. The poor monk has been sitting here for two days, and no one has come to talk to the poor monk. You are the first to talk to the poor monk. Obviously, there is a high probability that you will inherit the mantle of the poor monk."
"Senior, this junior is not the first one to talk to you, but the first brother Gu Cheng to talk to you." Jiang Ping An reminded.
"Oh, it's not important. One look at him shows that there is no karma with the poor monk."
Jiang Ping An: "..."
Are all Immortal Realm's scams so low-level? Even if a twenty-year-old young man came over, he wouldn't believe it.
Jiang Ping An didn't want to waste time in a place like this, so he said respectfully, "Senior, if you are really Brahma Temple, I would like to ask you to help me wash away the sins on my body."
"Cleaning up sins is not an easy task, and we Brahma Temple will not help clean it up easily, even if you are the leader of Four Great Powers."
Chan WuXiang changed the topic, "However, the poor monk has the ability to ask Brahma Temple to help clean up your sins. If you become my apprentice, this matter can be easily solved."
"You see, this is cause and effect. You need the help of the poor monk, and the poor monk needs you to pass on the mantle. All this has been destined for a long time."
His attitude was obviously very frivolous, but what he said gave people a convincing feeling.
Jiang Ping An was lost in thought, could everything this fat monk said be true.
"Brother Jiang, don't worry, let's find out who the other party is before we talk."
Gu Cheng was worried that Jiang Ping An would be deceived, so he sent a message to remind him.
"What is the dharma title of senior?"
Gu Cheng asked tentatively, first asking for the person's method number to find out the details of this person.
"Poor monk, Chan WuXiang."
Chan WuXiang flicked the toothpicking branch in his hand and said casually.
Hearing the words "Chan WuXiang", Gu Cheng's body trembled violently, and he quickly clasped his fists and saluted, "Greetings, Great Dharma Master!"
"Is this person very famous?" Jiang Ping An asked via voice transmission.
Gu Cheng responded with a trembling voice, "Under the auspices of Brahma Temple, there are four Great Dharma Master, and this senior is one of them! A golden immortal level powerhouse is only one step away from becoming an Immortal Lord!"
He had heard before that something seemed to have happened to Chan WuXiang, but he had completely forgotten what happened because he was so nervous.
"Hiss~"
Jiang Ping An took a deep breath, this person turned out to be a powerful person at the Golden Immortal level!
A strong man of this level can destroy a Small World Domain with just one slap.
Even if others are talking about me on the other side of the Immortal Realm, they can feel it.
I don't know how many years it would take for such a super strong person to be born.
Gu Cheng quickly said to Jiang Ping An, "Brother Jiang, this is your opportunity. Hurry up and become a disciple. If you miss this opportunity, it will be gone!"
It is the dream of countless people to become the apprentice of a powerful person at the Golden Immortal level. Earth Immortal is like dust in front of such a powerful person.