"My Buddha is merciful. In order to save karma, I fell into the path of hell and seek to escape the sentient beings who have suffered endless suffering, and are willing to go to hell to educate them. However, because my senior brother is afraid of going to hell, he regards fish that are not meat and fish as a flood and beast, and he cannot avoid it." Song Ruoxi looked up at Song Shuhua with a serious expression, "Senior brother, if you don't even dare to go to hell, why are you talking about saving all sentient beings?"

Ye Shuhua was influenced by Jueming's words and used Buddhist scriptures to understand what Song Ruoxi said. He did not realize that these words were right and wrong. He pondered for a moment and his face changed slightly. No wonder his master said that although he had a Buddhist connection, he had no wisdom. Even doing good with a good and evil heart is hypocritical. It is a great good thing that does good deeds without good and evil heart is a great good. He chanted the scriptures and did good deeds for many years. He was ashamed and put his hands together, chanting the Buddha's name, and said: "All things in the world have their own fate. Keep the Bodhicitta and do not fall into the world. The little monk is too rigid. Thank you for your guidance. This bowl of fish soup is the little monk willing to drink."

Ye Shuhua said as he reached out to take Song Ruoxi's bowl and drank it all. Song Ruoxi didn't expect Ye Shuhua to say such words, and even drank fish soup. He was stunned. It was over, and he was joking. Is she considered luring Buddhist disciples? Will she go to the eighteen levels of hell?

"My little master, what's wrong with you? Your expression is so strange." Chen Mo was not sure that Song Ruoxi was making a fool of himself, but when he saw her expression, he knew that she was tied up in a cocoon and deliberately spoke out to expose her, wanting to see how she dealt with it.

"My expression is not strange. I just think that my senior brother is so powerful. The soup is so hot that I can finish it in one breath." If you can't tell the truth, Song Ruoxi had to argue with a stubborn voice. She would go to the eighteen levels of hell if she deceived people who practiced to drink fish soup.

"The soup is no longer hot, it tastes very good, my junior brother's cooking skills are good." Ye Shuhua smiled gently.

Song Ruoxi laughed dryly, took the bowl handed over by Ye Shuhua, turned around and returned to the side of the pot. Chen Yin swept the remaining fish, soup and sauerkraut into his stomach without hesitation. Seeing her coming, he looked up and showed a silly smile on his face, "It's so delicious, I ate it all without realizing it."

"Ah, I've finished eating?" Jian'er pouted, "I haven't eaten enough yet."

"You have enough to eat so much, be careful to become fat." Song Ruoxi saw that the fire in the stove had already been extinguished, so he wrapped the cloth and pulled down the ears of the pot, and snuggled the water from the fishing net into the stove so that there would be sparks left inside and cause wildfires. "Okay, pack up quickly, we should go back."

Jian'er put the bowl, spoon, chopsticks into the pot, stuffed it into Chen Yin's hand, "Go and wash the pot and bowl."

"Oh!" Chen Yin was easy-going and did not have the spoiled temper of his son. He happily picked up the pot and bowl and walked towards the stream.

Seeing that Chen Yin was obedient and obedient, Chen Yiwei frowned unhappily. The Chen family's face was about to be thrown away by him. Just as he was about to stop him, Ye Shuhua walked to Song Ruoxi and asked, "What do you need the help of the little monk?"

"No, no, no." Jian'er smiled and put the hoe shovel into the cloth bag, "It's all packed."

Song Ruoxi used branches to sweep the fish bones and taro scalp on the ground to pile under the tree, sweeping the dust. Chen Yiwei showed a look of contempt and disgust on her face, frowned, took a few steps back, and covered her mouth with a silk squid.

After Chen Yin cleaned the pots and dishes, the group walked back.

"Jingchen, what other dishes do you cook besides pickled fish?" Jian'er just finished this meal and was thinking about tomorrow's meal.

Song Ruoxi glanced at Jian'er and said, "It's hard to cook without rice. Without ingredients, I can't even make a Manchu and Han chew."

"How did the Manchu and Han banquet be made?" The person who asked this question was another foodie Chen Yin.

After watching the movie Leslie Cheung starred, Song Ruoxi went to Baidu to have information about the Manchu and Han banquet. He still remembered a little, saying: "There are 196 dishes in the Manchu and Han banquet, and it takes many chefs to make it together. I can't make it alone."

Chen Yiwei sneered disdainfully, saying that she was young and was full of nonsense.

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes and stared at Song Ruoxi with a dark look.

"One hundred and ninety-six dishes!" Jian'er swallowed, "That must be delicious."

"Of course it's delicious, salty and sweet, meat and vegetables, mountain delicacies and seafood, it takes three days to eat it." Song Ruoxi looked at Jian'er's greedy look and intended to tease her.

"I want to eat!" Jian'er reached out and grabbed Song Ruoxi's sleeve, "Jingchen, you are so smart, you can think of a way to cook a few dishes for me to eat, okay?"

"You said it so simple. I am not a god, but I can't make it out of thin air." Song Ruoxi looked at Jian'er who was acting coquettishly, "It's better to use the ingredients locally. I'll make some tofu tomorrow and I'll cook tofu fish soup for you to eat."

"Just eat some, I won't pick on my mouth." Jian'er looked like she was very good at speaking.

Song Ruoxi shook her head in a funny way.

"I don't pick on my mouth either." Chen Yin interrupted.

Chen Yiwei turned her head away in disgust, not wanting to see Chen Yin’s incredible appearance. She had never eaten any good things and was actually hungry for tofu fish soup.

"Then you have to be responsible for washing pots and dishes." Jian'er took the opportunity to catch labor.

"No problem." Chen Yin nodded with a smile.

But the plan cannot keep up with the changes. The next day is November 15th, and it is only two days before the Buddha's birthday. Although Jinglian Temple is one of the four major national protection temples in Fujian, with many believers and a strong incense, it is not like the other three temples with thousands of monks. Including Song Ruoxi and Jian'er, there are only 769 people.

The devout believers rushed to Jinglian Temple from all directions. There were so many people and many troubles. Jingye led the nuns to greet them and arrange their residences. In order to prevent Song Ruoxi and Jian'er from going crazy, Huijin and Jingxuan restrained the two of them and let them stay in the room to copy scriptures and not go out. The two who caused trouble were locked up, and the other few followed the arrangement and stayed honestly in the Zen room.

"Jingchen, you have to practice your word well." Huijin looked at the ink stains on the paper, frowned and shook his head, "You should know that people are like their words, and their words are like their people. People and characters, characters are like people, two and one, one and two, like fish and water blending together, and seeing words is like seeing people."

Song Ruoxi certainly understood the truth that the handwriting was like the other person. He kneaded the broken paper into a ball and threw it beside him. He looked up at Huijin and smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master, I will practice the handwriting well."
Chapter completed!