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  This fragrance, this fragrance...

  When the very special fragrance that was refreshing to the heart emanated from the incense stick that had no taste, and soon filled the quiet room, Master Mingkong just shook in his heart, but he was already lost in the fragrance.

   or immersion.

   And his level of immersion was much deeper than those in the clubhouse that day, as well as the three parents and daughters of the Chen family.

   He is a Hinayana practitioner!

   In other words, he was a practitioner.

   This incense was like an introduction, which instantly aroused his deepest meditation, evoked his greatest joy, and deeply immersed his whole body and mind.

   So that when a stick of incense was completely burnt out and Father Chen woke up from his normal intoxication, Master Mingkong still sat there "dumbly" with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

   Father Chen smiled to himself, and an inexplicable sense of pride rose up in his heart.

   Check it out!

   What if you are a monk?

   always put on that kind of casual look.

   Are you still at the mercy of an incense stick?

   In the slander and laughter of Father Chen, time gradually passed, and after an unknown amount of time, Master Mingkong finally opened his eyes.

   At that moment, it was as if a mirror was shining in the room.

  Father Chen attributed it to an illusion, and then saw Master Mingkong looking at him with fiery eyes, and said, "Jushi Chen, I don't know where this fragrance comes from?"

   There was even a slight tremor in his words.

   Father Chen smiled again in his heart, very happy, but he still remembered the purpose of his trip, "Master, what does this incense say?"

Then, without waiting for Master Mingkong to respond, he added: "This fragrance is indeed very special, it seems to have some hypnotic effects, and it can also make people fall into a deep sleep. My daughter said that smelling this fragrance can make people feel good. Same effect as meditation."

   Master Mingkong was dumbfounded.

   Hypnosis?

deep sleep?

   Same effect as meditation?

  What the hell!

   What is this all about!

  If meditation had this effect, Lao Na would have completed the Four Meditations and Eight Concentrations long ago, attained the Arahant, attained the Bodhisattva, and became a Buddha in the flesh and ascended to the ground, isn't it?

   At this moment, listening to Father Chen's words, Mage Mingkong couldn't help laughing and crying, and wanted to roar loudly.

do you know!

   Do you know what kind of fragrance this is?

   From these words, he also knew that although Father Chen was completely ignorant of common sense in the practice of Taoism, most of the fragrance was purely accidental!

   However, it is no wonder that people like Father Chen are also collectively referred to as "Dude" in the classics. Dare is not just purely catering, but it is indeed possible for these people to come into contact with some things that ordinary people cannot.

   This incense is a very obvious example.

Master Mingkong sighed inwardly, then forced himself to calm down, and said to Father Chen: "As the layman said, this incense is of extraordinary quality, but it has various inconceivable and wonderful uses. Ashamed, the poor monk has never seen or heard of this incense. ,but……"

   "Lord Chen, please take a seat."

   Master Mingkong said, and then got up from his seat. After about four or five minutes, he went back and came back with a plate in his hand.

fruit?

   Father Chen looked in surprise.

   How many... small tomatoes are on the plate?

  This foreign persimmon is not authentic, the big ocean persimmon is too small, and the small ocean persimmon is too big, 80% of which are hormones and genetically modified products!

   After a moment, Father Chen identified the contents on the plate, and then he was a little puzzled.

  No matter what, the fruit in the temple should not be like this, not to mention entertaining him, it is entertaining ordinary pilgrims, it is not like this!

   However, this fruit looks quite attractive?

   "Lord Chen."

  Mage Mingkong put the plate on the small table between the two and gestured with his hand.

   Only then did Father Chen realize that there were only six tomatoes on a large plate.

"You guys are too stingy!" If it was to ordinary people who had contacts, Chen's father would probably say this at this time, but the current situation is that there was no communication between the two in the past. The identity of Mage Mingkong is a bit special.

   So Father Chen just smiled and said, "Master, this tomato is a new variety? It looks a little different from the ordinary one."

   To what Father Chen said, Master Mingkong just nodded slightly, then stretched out his hand again, signaling and inviting: "Jushi Chen, please taste!"

   Even if he doesn't like this thing, even if he thinks that most of this thing is hormones and genetically modified, of course Father Chen can't stop this stubble, just a small foreign persimmon, and it can't be eaten!

  Yes, he has made up his mind to eat at most one.

   And, in the past, what kind of **** has he not eaten?

With generosity (to die) and calmness (to die), Father Chen casually picked up a small persimmon and put it into his mouth, and said to Master Mingkong with a very respectable and natural smile: "Speaking of which, I am really long. Time is running out..."

   His words were not finished.

   Because he had already taken a bite of the persimmon in his hand.

   Before finishing, he wanted to take a small bite and then talk, but after taking this bite, he was stunned.

   After being stunned for a while, he took a second bite.

   The second mouth is followed by the third mouth.

   After the third mouth is the second one.

   After the second comes the third…

   Reach out.

   Reach out.

what!

there is none left? !

   Six small tomatoes, in fact, he got four.

  Master Mingkong is very particular about the rituals of the host and the guest. There are six in total. He only ate two of them, and left the other four to the other party.

   Six, I ate more than three, but mostly four! Regarding this point, although Father Chen is not very sure, it should be... maybe... most likely, but this thing is too delicious, right?

   Until then, when he came back to his senses, the little tomatoes had been eaten well for a while, and his tongue was still moving in his mouth unconsciously.

  It is a little indecent that he is still swallowing saliva in small sips.

   Ordinarily he is not a greedy person, but now there is so much drool in his mouth! Can't stop.

   Of course, he didn't mean to stop at all. Although the food was finished, the sweetness still remained in his mouth, and his tongue moved, as if he could scrape a layer of that sweetness out of his mouth.

shave.

   Scrape again.

   Scrape again.

   At the same time, his eyes swept across the fruit bowl more than once.

once.

once.

   Again.

   But the fruit bowl is always empty.

   "Cough."

  Mage Mingkong coughed lightly.

   It's because Father Chen's expression and intentions are too obvious, and it's really hard for him to refuse... No, it's really hard to respond and satisfy the other party's intentions.

   "Cough."

  Master Mingkong coughed again, and then said: "Lay Chen, the incense just now, please forgive the poor monk's shallow knowledge. It's really unseen and unheard of, but..."

   Having said that, Master Mingkong pondered for a while.

After    two coughs, Father Chen finally came to his senses. At this moment, he began to listen intently.

   "Although I have never seen or smelled it, the poor monk is inexplicably familiar with the fragrance."

   And when he said this, Father Chen also slapped his thigh.

   "Master, you mean..."

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