God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Forget about ordinary disciples and elders, the Buddha’s heart is broken.

It seems like last time, Jue Xin didn't ask anything, but Jue Ming couldn't do it. This was Jue Xin's biological junior brother, a powerful person in the Holy Realm, and the leader of Putuo Temple.

If you broke his Buddha's heart, will you be able to let it go easily when the time comes?

In addition, just in the afternoon, Qi Xiong contacted Hong Zun and others to inquire about the situation at Putuo Temple.

He repeatedly warned me that no matter what kind of grievances I suffered, I must remain patient. The current relationship with Buddhism cannot be too tense.

Hong Zun naturally agreed to this, but now you have broken the Buddha's heart for enlightenment, what should you do?

No wonder Zhang Tianzhen was worried, but Hong Zun beside him didn't reply at all. While eating, he looked back and forth at Jueming.

That expression was exactly the same as Xu Jie's before.

"I said, what are you planning?"

Qingshi frowned and said, every time this old drunkard looks like this, he must be holding back something good.

Hearing this, Hong Zun showed a smile full of meaning.

"Want to know? Come with me."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the courtyard wall first. Seeing this, Qingshi was confused and followed him with the bowl.

All the way to the bottom of Jueming, looking at Hong Zun and the two approaching, this guy has no regard for his face at all. Looking at the food in their bowls, his saliva can't stop flowing down.

Looking at Jueming, who had a fat head, big ears and straight eyes, Hong Zun deliberately took a big bite and said with a smile.

"Master Jueming, do you want to eat?"

"Ah."

He nodded vigorously without any hesitation.

"Why don't you come down and talk?"

With a jump, Jueming landed firmly in front of Hong Zun. Qingshi, who was standing beside him, didn't know what Hong Zun was up to, so he took his rice bowl very naturally and handed it directly to Jueming.

"Eat."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

Seeing this, Jueming couldn't bear it anymore. Just the smell made him itchy before, but now the food was right in front of him, so he couldn't care about anything else.

Immediately, he started eating like crazy. After one bite, the fat monk's eyes lit up.

Delicious, even better than expected.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Qingshi, on the other hand, looked at Hong Zun with an unhappy expression.

"What are you doing? You didn't say you wanted to see what I did. I'm just trying to win over the top management of Putuo Temple."

"Those disciples working with cattle like this are bound to get into trouble sooner or later. How can they do it without a saint to protect them? It's just a matter of adding bowls and chopsticks."

If you want to live a comfortable life in Putuo Temple, how can you do it without high-level support?

Rely on those ordinary disciples and elders? It's a joke. When the incident comes to light, they won't be able to protect themselves.

But Jueming is different.

The truth is this, Qingshi also understands it, but......................

"You really want to win over others, why are you using my food?"

"I haven't finished eating yet."

"The hell have I finished eating? There's still more than half the bowl left."

"What are you yelling at? What's wrong with you sacrificing yourself for the sake of the overall situation? Look at how petty you are. Now that you have Jueming, are you still afraid of not having enough ingredients? Then you will get some magic horses and donkeys for you to eat."

"I don't care about the overall situation?"

Hearing Hong Zun's words, Qingshi's face turned pale. How the hell do you have the nerve to say such a thing.

"Okay, okay, the overall situation comes first."

"I................"

The words are nice, but if you win over people, why do you want me to pay for them?

But it was useless to say all that now. Renjueming ate all the food in the bowl in just a few mouthfuls.

At this time, Zhengyi was still licking the bottom of the bowl.

"How's it going? Master Jueming, what do you think it tastes like?"

"delicious."

"Do you still want to eat it in the future?"

"Can you still eat?"

"That's natural, but......"

Hong Zun's attitude is very similar to Xu Jie's, but compared to Xu Jie, Hong Zun appears to be more sophisticated and cunning.

As for Master Jueming, he was frightened without any surprise.

"But what? Brother Hong Zun, please tell me. I will never refuse if I can do it."

"It's nothing. It's just that it's really difficult for us to get ingredients in Putuo Temple. Some cattle are just a drop in the bucket. After all, there are so many disciples."

"Furthermore, if the quantity is large, people will definitely find it, so if Master Jueming wants to eat, the ingredients..."

"Brother Hong Zun, don't worry, leave it to me. I can still say something at Putuo Temple."

"That's good, and when the time comes, Abbot Juexin will find out..."

"Brother Hong Zun, don't worry. This matter has nothing to do with your Taoist sect. It was all done by a poor monk."

"Master Gao Yi."

click.

As Hong Zun finished speaking, Master Jueming's Buddha's heart was completely broken.

"Broken, broken..."

Qingshi on the side twitched his mouth when he saw this, but Hong Zun still said calmly.

"Just break it. It's a good time to ask Master for advice. I think it will be helpful for Master to rebuild the Buddha's heart."

"Then I'll trouble Brother Hong Zun."

Immediately, Hong Zun brought Jue Yuan to Master Jueqing. Of course, Shi Song was always by his side.

Since confirming the relationship with Master Jueqing, this guy's yandere symptoms seem to have recovered a lot.

As long as he is by his side, even if someone talks to Master Tai, it will not matter. Of course, there is nothing you can do if you mishear.

He Shitai asked a lot about rebuilding the Buddha's heart. After that, Jueming left happily and said that he could rest assured to leave all the ingredients to him, no problem.

Hong Zun also readily agreed to his request for a meal.

As for the elders and disciples below, they still need to abide by the rules of the Taoist sect.

You have to get the ingredients to be eligible to compete.

After sending Jueming away, Xu Jie bowed his hands to Hong Zun with a respectful expression.

"Master is still very powerful. The disciple's few actions really made him unable to stand up in front of Master."

Hearing this, Hong Zun glanced at him and said angrily.

"Don't do this. I didn't know you were full of bad ideas. Those Putuo Temple disciples were almost crippled by you."

"Hehe, isn't this disciple just trying to share the master's worries?"

"Share the worries? I think you are worried about the ingredients."

"But you did a good job this time. You didn't act recklessly, and you also knew how to come up with some countermeasures."

"It's all due to Master's teachings. Now there are people taking the blame. It's all thanks to Master's personal action."

"Yeah, but you have to remember that when looking for people to cooperate in the future, you need to find someone who is capable. At least he must be able to take the blame after something happens."

"Yes, the disciples follow the teachings carefully."

"Okay, you can figure it out on your own from now on. I've already found a mentor for you. If something goes wrong, you know what to do, right?"

"The disciple understands."

"That's good."

"Jie Jie."

"Jie Jie."

The master and the disciple started laughing as they talked, but that smile was as cunning and cunning as possible.

"It's not that the whole family does not enter the house."

Looking at the scene of an old man and a young boy smiling at each other, Ye Changqing said to himself.

It's better now, even the blame has been taken. Xu Jie is not going to make a big change, and he doesn't know that the cattle in the cowshed of Putuo Temple are enough to feed him for a few days.

It is said that there seem to be thousands of them. It seems like a lot, but judging from the speed at which the disciples consume them, it only takes less than half a month.