CHAPTER 277: CHAPTER 277 VEGETARIANISM

Wang Hanlin wanted to become a monk.

Wu Xiang looked at him and thought that although he had no tongue, he might be well-suited to the Buddhist practice called Silent Meditation.

But in the end, Wu Xiang rejected Wang Hanlin’s request, saying that if he wanted to learn Buddhism, he could use his own two feet to walk to Spirit Mountain.

If he was destined to have a connection with Buddha, he would naturally become a disciple of Buddhism.

At the small square table in the inn, Nezha, Ao Yu, Wu Xiang, and Lv Zhu’er, each took up a side.

They were cracking sunflower seeds and peanuts, and drinking cup after cup of peach blossom wine.

As for the side dishes, even Lv Zhu’er’s big black cat in her arms seemed to find them too plain.

"Monk, how about we order a couple of plates of braised beef? My mouth is almost dying of blandness," Nezha said.

After Nezha spoke, Little Dragon Girl reminded, "Chengtang’s emperor has ordered to restore farming and forbids killing cows unless you go to Wang Hanlin’s house. Otherwise, there might only be mutton available."

"Mutton is delicious too," Nezha sighed.

"Amitabha, it’s a sin, it’s a sin. If you must eat meat, at least do it behind my back," Wu Xiang said with a wry smile, and then added: "You are a cultivator. Even if you don’t eat or drink, you won’t weaken or age. Killing to satisfy your craving, what’s the point?"

Nezha replied, "I eat cows and sheep, not people."

"All living beings are like cows and sheep."

Ao Yu argued, "Fish in the sea are different. Fish swim, while cows and sheep would drown in the sea."

Nezha said, "I don’t think so. Even if we don’t eat them, these cows and sheep will still die. They are raised to be eaten. If I don’t eat them, wouldn’t they die in vain?"

Wu Xiang said, "If no one in the world ate them, wouldn’t they need not die?"

Hearing this, Ao Yu seemed pensive.

But Nezha directly turned to Lv Zhu’er and asked, "Little Piggy, what do you think?"

Lv Zhu’er frowned and said, "I think Wu Xiang is wrong. Just because you don’t want to, you deny everyone else meat. That doesn’t sound reasonable."

Innocent words, spoken with pure intent.

But what she said, Wu Xiang had already considered countless times during his numerous nights of self-reflection.

He couldn’t persuade Wu Xiang, but he did persuade Nezha.

Because he wanted to do it, he did it.

Wu Xiang appeared to be full of compassion, but in reality, he wanted to impose his will on the world, which was a great evil.

And this aligned with Nezha’s previous philosophy of doing as he pleased.

According to what Mr. Fan said, it was the path to becoming a demon.

So Nezha said to Wu Xiang, "You are about to become a demon."

Ao Yu, hearing this, became more serious.

But since Wu Xiang was Nezha’s friend, she couldn’t harbor hostility, and it looked cute on her beautiful face.

But Wu Xiang only responded, "Eat your peanuts."

Ao Yu felt like she understood, and suddenly said to Nezha, "Is this what you previously told me about those vegetarians who don’t eat meat?"

Nezha slapped his thigh, "Yes, yes, that’s it!"

The monk’s philosophical level was clearly much deeper than the attractive pair at the table, reaching a level that normal humans could not fathom.

He said, "Nezha, I am very happy to see you this time."

"That sounds a bit ambiguous."

Wu Xiang laughed, "You know what I mean. You are my friend."

Nezha said, "You are my friend too."

Wu Xiang shook his head, "It’s different. You are my only friend."

Nezha asked in confusion, "Then who is that woman outside?"

Wu Xiang only smiled wryly.

At that moment, the woman outside, who had been eavesdropping, pushed the door open and came in.

The woman’s figure was slender, and although she hurriedly pushed the door, she walked in slowly.

She walked up to the monk.

He didn’t see her face, only her feet.

A pair of delicate and elegant feet, wearing soft satin shoes that matched the color of her clothes.

In the monk’s memory, her clothes always had a light and subtle color.

There was a mole at the corner of her eye, which added to her charm, making her seem like a very attractive woman.

But Nezha was still very confused.

Because the moment she walked in, he felt an overwhelming sadness and pain emanating from the monk, which he could hardly suppress.

These emotions quickly spread to the others in the room, but then were swiftly suppressed by the monk.

"You’re wrong. I’m not his friend," the woman said, looking into Nezha’s eyes. Her eyes seemed to speak, and if you looked into them while she was talking, you would see your own reflection. Nezha believed any man in the world would feel delighted.

The woman continued, "I am his wife."

As soon as Nezha heard this, he spat out all the wine in his mouth, but he was quick to react and didn’t spit it on the girl but all over the monk.

The monk smiled wryly, wiping the wine from his face, "Don’t listen to her nonsense."

"This isn’t about whether she’s speaking nonsense. You are my friend. Now that you have a wife, I’m thinking whether I should give you some sort of gift."

Heavens, in this world, even monks are getting married.

Seeing Nezha’s serious expression, Wu Xiang responded, "Forget it. I didn’t give you anything when you got married either."

"And you still say she’s not your wife! Monk, you drink and marry, who would believe your preaching to save all living beings?"

But before Nezha could say more, the woman interrupted.

She looked at Nezha, who first looked at her eyes, then feeling it might be impolite, shifted his gaze to the ornaments in her hair.

The girl said, "I’m Jiang Xiao."

"I’m Nezha."

Counting this Jiang Xiao, Nezha knew two Jiang Xiaos now. The other was in the Spring Breeze Building, a sister of Yumao’er, who used to chat and snack with them.

For that Jiang Xiao, these two characters were clearly not her real name.

In the brothels of Zhaoge, Jiang Xiao was a common name. No one knew how many Jiang Xiaos existed in the entire Zhaoge’s entertainment industry.

Jiang Xiao said, "We haven’t married yet. It was me who insisted on following him. No man has ever been so good to me, so I am determined to become his wife no matter what."

"Then when you get married, I’ll toast to you."

Jiang Xiao didn’t say much and hurriedly ran downstairs like she had something urgent.

Nezha asked Wu Xiang, "Why is she in such a hurry?"

Wu Xiang replied, "She probably has some business to attend to."

"Business?" Ao Yu became interested. She had dabbled in business with Qiu Chuyao while staying at Nezha’s house but was completely inept at the intrigues of commerce.

Wu Xiang sighed, "The flesh trade."

Nezha raised an eyebrow.

Wu Xiang nodded, "Yes, just as you think, Jiang Xiao is a prostitute."

...

There are so many bizarre things in the world that Nezha could barely convince himself this was nothing.

He lay on the soft bed in his room, yawned, and thought he should find Deng Chanyu to prevent any future mishap with Earth Traveling Sun.

But thinking of women made him inevitably remember Jiang Xiao.

It’s not that he was lecherous.

But because Jiang Xiao’s business room was not far from his. With his sharp hearing, even in the afternoon when it wasn’t dark yet, he could hear the panting of the "monk’s wife" during her work.

"This world is really quite strange."

As he muttered to himself, someone pushed open the door.

In the pitch dark, the scent of makeup wafted in. Nezha raised an eyebrow but kept his eyes closed, wondering why she came.

It was none other than Jiang Xiao.

"Still pretending to sleep," she said in a small, delicate voice.

Nezha couldn’t pretend anymore because Jiang Xiao had already climbed onto him.

The night was dark.

But he could still see her clearly.

He sighed and said, "Why would a beautiful girl like you do such a thing?"

"It’s simple. I have to eat."

"You’re right. I respect your way of earning a living, but why are you seeking me out?"

Jiang Xiao said, "I can tell you have money. Rich guys like you should be generous."

"No, no, no. I may have some money, but I’m a miser. Besides, remember, I’m the monk’s friend."

"Oh, but this thing below tells me you’re a lecher."

Jiang Xiao laughed triumphantly. Whether he was a lecher or not was debatable, but Jiang Xiao was undoubtedly a lecher.

Just sitting on him for a while made his pants wet—the woman wore nothing under her skirt!

He said, "Maybe I’m a lecher, but I won’t go after my friend’s wife. And since you say you insist on being with Wu Xiang, why not change profession? Even if you do nothing and just leech off him, with his capabilities, he won’t let you starve."

Jiang Xiao pouted, "The first time I met him, he told me that to live well in this world, you must earn your living. So I know that although he didn’t say it, he surely prefers a woman who can take care of herself."

Nezha thought: ’Girl, maybe you don’t realize he’s a monk, and monks don’t need wives.’

Before he could say this, the beautiful and unique girl smiled again, a clear and pure smile.

She said, "Don’t worry. Though I am a prostitute, I intend to save my first time for my husband."

What?

Nezha stared, "But I clearly heard you serving clients this afternoon!"

"So what? I only let customers use my backdoor. I’m still a virgin in front."

What?

"Wait, sister, you—"

"Don’t worry, I’m very clean. Just put some lard on your finger and poke it in. I promise it’ll be smooth and tight."

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