My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

Chapter 281 Where are the zombies?

While Yang Xian was thinking about how he should answer to divert these people's dislike for Xiao Nai Dumpling, he heard Xiao Nai Dumpling's childish voice: "Yang Xian just said don't touch it, what's the point?"

As she spoke, Mianmian quietly poked her head out and blinked at Yang Xian through Su Chenjin.

Yang Xian's nervousness was instantly dispelled by the cute little breast dumpling's actions.

The person who accused Yang Xian was asked by Mianmian, and he frowned and replied: "Little junior sister, what you said is wrong. It's okay not to touch it, but after he finished speaking, we can't hear Master Yonghui's lecture. That’s the most important thing.”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t hear it, Mianmian didn’t hear it either.” Mianmian felt a little tired of looking up at people, so she stretched out her hand directly towards Su Chenjin.

Su Chenjin picked up Mianmian and stared at the person together with Mianmian.

They are one big and one small, one with narrow eyes and the other with round eyes. Looking at people together makes people feel chilly for no reason.

The person who said that Yang Xian had a problem suddenly became a little nervous.

He argued stammeringly: "Why doesn't it matter? We are all gathered together, don't we just hope to get some insights today? Master Yonghui is an enlightened monk, and his insights are very useful to us."

Someone echoed this person: "That's right. In the past, Buddhism and Taoism were clearly separated, but that was also a bad habit in the past. Nowadays, spiritual practice pays attention to gathering the strengths of hundreds of schools. I am waiting to find out how to get started. The family has no independent people who can help. Of course, we need these Realized."

“That’s right, this senior brother is right.”

 “Of course we need it!”

 People in the square became excited and expressed their agreement with the two speakers.

Yang Xian frowned, thinking that these people were ignorant.

After Mianmian believed what he said, not only did everyone not hear it, but she also helped everyone in the square. However, these people were still eager to accept the impurities, thinking that not letting them listen would harm them.

 That’s why he doesn’t like to deal with people! During the ten years of wandering, he obviously had the opportunity to follow some older brothers and work as a gangster in a less regulated city to do some sneaky business, but he refused them all because he didn't want to deal with these interpersonal relationships.

Yang Xian didn't look away from Mianmian when he felt troubled.

 He wanted to know what those little breast dumplings who were special to him would say next.

"Amitabha." Under Yang Xian's gaze, Mianmian clasped her hands together and gave the arguer a Buddhist etiquette, "If the Buddha saves a destined person and we can't hear his words, it proves that we are not destined. Mianmian is a little girl. The kids are not in a hurry, and neither should you, there must be other fate waiting for you."

Yonghui, who had been silent all this time, spoke before everyone else: "Junior sister, what you said is right. There are so many monks in the square. Isn't it possible that none of them has a predestined relationship with Buddhism?"

 His smiling face still looks compassionate and kind.

Su Chenjin was keenly aware of the trap in Yong Hui’s words.

If my sister-in-law answers yes, it is because everyone has no fate with the Buddha and cannot hear it, then it will offend everyone again.

The people in the square today are all cultivators, even if their levels are uneven. Individually, they are not as good as my sister-in-law. But the ants will bite the elephant to death, and no one knows what trump cards these people hide.

Yonghui’s hostility really needs to be so obvious?

Su Chenjin was ready to help her sister-in-law to make amends and waited for her sister-in-law to speak. "I mean there is no fate." Mianmian blinked and looked at Yonghui, her baby-fat fair face full of sincerity, "But Mianmian didn't say there was no fate with Buddhism, I was talking about our feelings towards you. Without fate, does Abbot Yonghui think that what you are talking about is Buddhism?"

Yong Hui’s smile froze.

 It was the first time I had contact with Su Mianmian. After the contact, I realized that this child was indeed not an ordinary child. He could use strong words at such a young age!

These words will directly defeat his army!

  No matter how he answered, it seemed that he was wrong. After all, what he just talked about was all his own insights and had nothing to do with the real Buddhism.

 The words and examples in Buddhist scriptures actually do not represent Buddhism at all.

No one knows what is going on in the minds of Western saints, so how can they dare to claim that they can represent Buddhism?

 In the crowd, a monk with a pockmarked face suddenly smiled.

Even though he could suffer from Su Mianmian's words, Yonghui actually dared to talk to Su Mianmian. Fortunately, it didn't say that the two of them had to sit down and discuss it, otherwise Yonghui would have been struck by lightning and turned into a black monk!

While Brother Mazi was thinking about this, Mianmian suddenly felt his nose itching and sneezed loudly.

She sniffed and felt that this scene seemed familiar.

 Mother said that Mianmian's health is very good, she never gets sick, and she rarely even sneezes.

 But she had sneezed like this when being interviewed by reporters at her second grandnephew's house.

At that time, someone seemed to come over and ask her about her mother?

Mianmian looked around the square, but didn't see much.

 She took out a small handkerchief from her bag and covered her nose in case she was hit again.

On the stage, Yong Hui was nodding slowly, with a meaningful smile on his face: "How can I dare to pretend to represent Buddhism? Then everyone may not have the chance to meet Lao Mon today."

He took a step back and stopped asking why no one had heard.

The humble look with his eyes lowered silently made the monks around him secretly praise him: He is indeed an eminent monk, and he has a good temper.

However, is it possible that they really have nothing to do with Master Yonghui’s enlightenment?

After Yong Hui said this, she made enough gestures before she continued to raise her eyes and speak: "Junior sister really has wisdom. I believe everyone also wants to hear about junior sister's insights on practice. Why don't we let junior sister come and communicate with everyone in the afternoon?"

 His invitation was very sincere.

Mianmian waved her hands quickly: "Hey, Mianmian is a child. Children's insights are only suitable for children, and you can't tell adults."

Yonghui's compassionate and benevolent eyes turned around the square, and then said: "Junior sister, you are humble. There are many monks present who worship the five great immortals and walk the world to accumulate virtue and do good deeds. But they have never put the five immortals into the world. The great immortal brought me into Fahua Temple. The little junior sister can bring zombies and monsters in at the same time. If the little junior sister is not a profound practitioner, how can they and the little junior sister be allowed to enter the important place of Buddhism together? "

These words were no less than a bombshell, and they immediately made the monks present at a loss.

 Zombies? monster? Entered Fahua Temple?

Are you kidding me?

Yonghui is right. Some of them have worshiped the five immortals since ancient times. The five immortals are: Fox Immortal (Fox), Huang Immortal (Weasel), White Immortal (Hedgehog), Liu Immortal (Snake), and Gray Immortal (Mouse). A family can only worship one Immortal, and each Immortal family will are all different.

Although the five immortals are commonly known as immortals, they cannot enter places like temples and Taoist temples, because in essence, they are monsters and cannot stand the aura of saints in temples and Taoist temples.

Forget about monsters, zombies, the most sinister things, actually came in! Shouldn't they be stopped by the Buddha's light at the temple gate?

 So where are the zombies and who are they? Corpse poison is no joke!

 (End of this chapter)