Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 326 Eating Meat
Wen Yuan was also surprised when she first entered the door.

Because she recognized the twelve monks.

There is no way, this amazingly handsome Buddhist lecturer has long been famous throughout Jiang University.

After declaring his identity as a Peking University student, he successfully got permission from Twelve He to stay here to shelter from the rain.

But Wen Yuan didn't let down her guard just because the twelve monks were monks, but kept a certain distance.

Because she heard some gossip from her classmates, saying that this handsome young monk has maintained an abnormal teacher-student relationship with many girls.
Suoluo who came in later made Wen Yuan even more wary.

Especially his uncomfortable eyes made Wen Yuan feel like being stared at by something unclean.

So for the conversation between the two, Wen Yuan didn't get involved in the whole process, and stayed silently, waiting for the rain outside to stop.

"Ah, my meat is done.

You two have a good taste, let's taste it together. "

The twelve monks picked up the lid of the purple casserole and took out a bowl of meat from it, but handed it to Wen Yuan first.

"First come, first serve, this first bowl of meat must be given to our first guest first."

Wen Yuan looked at the bowl of meat in front of her with a dull expression.

When can monks eat meat?
But the next second, she shook her head and declined: "Thank you, Professor Twelve. I'm not hungry. You can eat by yourself."

"Hey! In front of delicious food, put away your reserve!"

The twelve monks didn't take the meat back, but put it on the ground in front of Wen Yuan, letting her eat it when she wanted to.

"Then, there is Master Sajara.

Give. "

The twelve monks filled another bowl for Suara.

Suara looked at the bowl of meat with a strange expression, but didn't reach out to take it.

"What's the matter? Buddhism in your area doesn't seem to have a rule against eating meat, right?"

The twelve monks looked at Sara in doubt.

"It's not that we don't have regulations, but we stipulate that only three kinds of pure meat can be eaten." Suojieluo shook his head with disdain.

'As expected, he is a wild monk who doesn't understand any rules. '

"Ha, the three clean meats, I understand!" The twelve monks shook their heads and said: "The so-called three clean meats refer to the meat of animals that believers have not seen, heard or suspected to kill for themselves.

In other words, three conditions must be met:

First, not seeing the killing, that is, not seeing the tragic scene of the dying animal with one's own eyes;
Second, do not hear the killing, that is, do not hear the sound of animals being killed;

Third, don't kill for yourself, that is, you don't kill for your own desire to eat. "

As he spoke, he pointed to the meat in the bowl: "I didn't prepare this meat for entertaining you, it happened to be a coincidence that you came here as guests.

Therefore, it satisfies the three conditions of clean meat.

Master Sajara, you can rest assured to eat! "

Suoluo showed surprise, and looked at the twelve monks again.

He had previously thought that the Twelve Monks were just fake monks who were young and didn't understand anything.

But from the words just now, it seems that this monk still has something.

He looked at the bowl of meat in front of him.

The roiling smell of meat, like a lover's passionate kiss, all over the face.

It seems that a lot of spices and herbs have been added to the meat, making the meat more intense and mellow.

Suara moved her lips and tongue slightly, trying to suppress the saliva secreted from her salivary glands.

"Your Majesty, Great Brahma, I appreciate your kindness. It's better for you to eat this meat yourself."

Suara resisted the temptation of the smell of meat and shook his head.

"Master Sajara, don't pretend, I can see your Adam's apple is moving."

The twelve monks laughed jokingly and forced the meat to him.

"We cultivate Buddha and pay homage to Buddha in order to realize the mind and the way.

If you can't get through with your own heart, you can't cultivate any way. "

The Twelve Monk listened to his casual words, but Wen Yuan next to him was moved.

"Prove your mind and Dao, do you follow your heart?"

On the other side, Suara still couldn't overcome the glutton in his stomach after all.

"Ahem, then I won't be polite."

He put aside the chopsticks handed over by the twelve monks, reached out and took out the meat from the bowl, put it into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

Seeing him holding the meat with his hands, the twelve monks opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something, but in the end they didn't say anything.

There was just a hint of disgust in his eyes.

Finally, the twelve monks served a bowl for themselves.

Squinting his eyes, he ate comfortably.

The whole room was filled with the smell of meat.

Gradually, even Wen Yuan couldn't stand it anymore.

She took a peek at the two eating meat, seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she gently picked up the bowl and chopsticks in front of her, and ate the meat in the bowl.

'Don't be against your heart, eat whatever you want! '

How did Wen Yuan find reasons for herself.

After entering the mouth, it really smells delicious on the lips and teeth.

The stewed meat is tender and chewy without clogging your teeth.

Soaked in full gravy, like drinking a sip of rich and fragrant broth.

"Wushe's cooking skills are amazing!" Sajieluo couldn't help but praise the skills of the twelve monks, "By the way, what kind of animal does such delicious meat come from?"

And this sentence is destined to be the sentence he regrets the most today and for a long time after that.

Because after he finished asking, the twelve monks replied with a smile on his face: "Of course only beef brisket can have such a good taste."

"Beef, sirloin?!"

At that moment, the expression on Suara's face went through a whole complex process from contentment to stiffness, from stiffness to livid, from livid to furious.

"Clap!"

Even the bowl and the meat were thrown to the ground by Sara.

His face turned red, and he stared at the twelve monks with fiery eyes: "You actually gave me cows to eat?!"

The expression of anger and resentment is like facing the murder of a father and an enemy.

"Ah! Master Suara, if you don't eat, don't eat, don't waste food!"

The twelve monks looked at the bowl of meat that was thrown to the ground with distress.

Wen Yuan at the side shook her head secretly.

Although the twelve monks know a lot about Indian Buddhism, they don’t seem to know that apart from Indian Buddhism, most Indians have one thing in common——

That is not to eat cattle.

In India, cattle have a sacred and lofty status.

On the endlessly flowing road, they may not give way to cars or people, but they will definitely give way to the cattle who are strolling leisurely.

Many Indians even hope to be reincarnated as a cow in their next life.

And Sara, a pure Indian, ate beef without knowing it. How could he not hate the twelve monks?
Seeing Suo Luo, who was flushed with sarcoma on his face, and Twelve Monks, who felt sorry for the bowl of meat on the ground, Wen Yuan had a premonition that the two might fight on the spot.

But what does that have to do with her?

The rain outside the window had stopped, and she was leaving here too.

(End of this chapter)