Although Xuanzang warmly invited Wukong to taste his roasted rabbit meat, Wukong refused to eat the roasted rabbit meat no matter what, saying that monks cannot eat meat.

Xuanzang felt a headache coming on because of Wukong's stubbornness.

"Wukong, why are you entangled in these inflexible things, what's wrong with eating meat?

Rabbit meat is meat, is wild vegetable meat not meat?

Could it be that you think highly of animals, but don't think of plants as living beings?

Since you are magnanimous when eating plants, then why do you feel guilty and awkward when eating animals? "Xuanzang helplessly said.

Wukong obviously could not argue with him, but Wukong also had his own way. No matter what Xuanzang said, no matter how reasonable Xuanzang's words were, no matter how hard it was to refute, in any case, he would not eat.

"Master, don't force me.

You are willing to degrade yourself … … forget it, you still want to drag me down.

I said I won't eat, so I won't eat. "Wukong tilted his head to the side, avoiding Xuanzang's rabbit meat attack.

"Ai, Wukong.

Look at how skinny you are, master's heart aches when I see you!

You still won't eat some meat, what do you want master to do?

Do you want to die of heartache? "Xuanzang was about to cry.

But Wukong thought in his heart, 'It's reversed, everything is reversed.'

In the past, it was master who was struggling with the Buddhist precepts, not allowing me to do this, not allowing me to do that, not allowing me to be angry, not allowing me to curse people, not even allowing me to step on an ant to death. Even when I was trying to save his little life by killing demons and devils, he also blamed me. If I had killed a few bandits, he would have cut off all relations with me.

But now, not to mention that he ate the meat first, that rabbit might also have died tragically in his hands.

Wukong didn't believe that there was such a thing as a stupid rabbit knocking itself against a tree stump. Wasn't it just to cover up the blood on his hands?

Wukong strongly disapproved of Xuanzang's behavior. A monk should abide by the rules of a monk. Xuanzang had taught him this in the past. So many years had passed since he became a Buddha. Whether they were master and disciple or not, he had always remembered and abided by it.

In the end, Xuanzang was the first to break the rules.

However, Xuanzang, as his master, could control him, but as his disciple, he couldn't control his master.

He could only keep the discomfort in his heart.

No matter what Xuanzang said, Wukong stood firm and did not budge. Xuanzang had no choice but to swallow the remaining half of the rabbit into his stomach.

He opened his mouth slightly, revealing a mouthful of neat little white teeth. Then, with a dazzling speed, he finished eating the rabbit in his hand.

After he finished eating the rabbit's meat, Xuanzang carried the cleaned rabbit skeleton and smiled at Wukong in embarrassment, "Master has been rude."

Wukong: Master, you advised me just now just to be polite …

"Amitabha, Benefactor of the rabbit, thank you for filling Poor Monk's stomach.

At least you died a worthy death. You didn't come to the human world in vain.

This poor monk will take care of your bones. May you ascend to paradise soon. "Xuanzang said seriously as he carried the rabbit's skeleton.

The corner of Wukong's mouth twitched as he watched from the side.

Then, he saw Xuanzang dig a hole and bury the rabbit skeleton.

After burying the rabbit, Xuanzang got up and walked to the side to pick up the Chinese toon and wild vegetables that Wukong dropped on the ground. He carefully patted off the dust on them and put them in his monk robe. Then, he took two basins and walked towards the stream that was covered by the bushes.

"Master, where are you going?" Wukong shouted behind him in a muffled voice.

"I didn't do well in this matter. I've already filled my stomach, but Wukong, you're still hungry.

I'll cook the wild vegetables and Chinese toon for you. "Xuanzang said as his figure disappeared into the bushes.

Wukong stood in the same place for a while. In the end, he walked to the small mound that Xuanzang set up for the rabbit with a face full of resentment, "You said you wanted to arrange my bones properly and wish me happiness. But you didn't even chant a rebirth mantra for me …"

Wukong squatted in front of the mound and softly chanted a rebirth mantra for the rabbit.

It wasn't that Wukong cared much about the rabbit. In fact, as long as he didn't kill, he didn't feel anything other than a little uncomfortable.

It was just a rabbit, and it was killed by his master. If he killed it, then he killed it.

He wasn't so conflicted about having to send every living thing to paradise.

It was just that Xuanzang ate the rabbit and made a promise to help it reach paradise early.

These wild beasts were the easiest to be satisfied with an innocent death, but they were also the easiest to be paranoid. Originally, the soul of a rabbit wasn't much of a threat. It didn't have much spiritual intelligence and would dissipate after a while. Xuanzang's meddlesome promise to help it reach paradise early made it very easy for it to become obsessed.

What chance could a rabbit have to reach paradise? But Xuanzang did have such an ability. Encountering such a good thing, the remnant soul of the rabbit would definitely pester Xuanzang and wouldn't leave.

Although Wukong couldn't do any harm to Xuanzang, this was karma.

Karma was the hardest to avoid.

He remembered that in his previous life, they forgot to ask Buddha a question for the old turtle in the Tongtian River. The old turtle's obsession couldn't be eliminated, and it turned into hatred. In the end, it became a problem for them.

Wukong didn't want to leave any hidden troubles behind, so he lowered his status and chanted a rebirth mantra for the little rabbit.

"To be able to receive a rebirth mantra from me, the Victorious Fighting Buddha, you can brag about it when you go to the underworld."

Wukong looked at the small white fog that mortals couldn't see. It happily bowed to him a few times, and then slowly rose into the sky.

After Wukong finished chanting a short rebirth mantra, Xuanzang also came back from washing the vegetables.

Early spring had arrived, and the water in the mountain stream had melted. Xuanzang washed the vegetables and washed the oil off his mouth. Finally, he came back feeling refreshed.

"Wukong, make a fire." Xuanzang piled up a pile of firewood.

He had already used soil to destroy the evidence of the rabbit's body, so he had to start a new fire.

"Don't you have flint?" Wukong walked over reluctantly.

"Flint is too troublesome. You can use magic much faster!" Xuanzang said with a natural expression.

You didn't think so in your previous life. You even thought that it was blasphemy for Buddha to use magic to start a fire.

Wukong complained in his heart. He snapped his fingers at the firewood on the ground, and with a bang, the fire was ignited.

Xuanzang took a pot, poured half a pot of water into it, and began to cut the wild onions he picked by the stream. At the same time, he had time to talk to Wukong, "Wukong, I don't want to criticize you, but you can't be too narrow-minded.

If there is a more convenient way to live, why should we live a hard life?

Should we be wasting our time in these small places?

No, we should spend all our time on the great cause of delivering all living beings from suffering.

We're good at using spells, so why do we need to use flints? "

Wukong squatted on the side and watched him deal with the vegetables. In his heart, he sighed, "What a coincidence, I was the one who told you this."

"Master," he said, "I have a question that I have wanted to ask for a long time."

"Ask.

You should have asked long ago. Why did you hold back?

Is there anything that I can't tell you? "

Xuanzang quickly rinsed the washed wild vegetables and toona sinensis, scooped them up and put them in a wide earthenware bowl. Then, he turned around and rummaged in his bag for his precious spices.

"Sesame oil, sesame oil, wood pulp oil, sesame oil … Oh, Wukong, where is the small jar with pickled peppers?"