"Hey, as someone from the Buddhist sect, isn't this eating style a bit unbecoming?"
The monk Wunian followed behind the gluttonous monk, finding it hard to watch.
How come this Buddhist disciple seems to have little connection with Buddhism?
Were it not for the monk robes and the scar from the tonsure on his head, he would have nothing to do with the Buddhist sect.
He didn't possess a shred of Buddha nature.
"What do you know? This is what you call 'meat and wine pass through the intestines, but the Buddha stays in the heart.'"
The gluttonous monk burped contentedly and casually tossed the chicken bone aside: "Back when the abbot took me into the temple, he saw my true nature at a glance, and so I ended up with the Buddhist name 'Gluttonous'."
The monk Wunian rolled his eyes, feeling that ever since he met the disciple, everything had changed.
The originally unruffled mind, dedicated to saving all beings, was being diverted.