He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Chu Shengli said confidently, with a matter-of-fact expression, "Brother Guang, I'm a lay disciple!"

"As a lay disciple, isn't it normal to be a little lay?"

"I don't mind if I like it."

"My master said that Buddhism is not bound by form."

"I think using a porcelain cup to make the offerings is great; it's down-to-earth!"

"Ordinary people can remember it as soon as they hear it."

"Think about it, if someone asks me what my Dharma name is, I'll say 'Porcelain Cup'."

"How easy is it to remember?"

"It's much more recognizable than those common names like Fahai, Fakong, and Faming."

Yang Guang's temples throbbed.

He really didn't want to get entangled with this disgrace to Buddhism on this issue anymore, because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist slapping him to death.

But Chu Sheng clearly hadn't said enough.

Suddenly, a look of "I'm going to tell you a big secret" appeared on his round, chubby face. He leaned mysteriously into the gap between the front seats and lowered his voice.

"Brother Guang, do you know?"

"Actually, there is historical basis for my use of porcelain cups to chant my name!"

Yang Guang frowned: "What historical basis?"

Chu Sheng slapped his thigh, causing the entire car to shake.

Er Lengzi was jolted again, and a trail of drool slid down his face onto the car window.

Chu Sheng exclaimed excitedly, "It's Ji Gong!"

Everyone knows Ji Gong, right?

"My shoes are torn, my hat is torn, and my robe is torn."

"Everyone knows that his Buddhist name is Daoji."

"but!"

Chu Sheng raised a short, chubby index finger and waved it vigorously in the air: "Based on my own investigation!"

"I discovered that Ji Gong's Buddhist name wasn't Daoji at all!"

Yang Guang and Lin Yue were both stunned.

Chu Sheng continued, "According to records in unofficial historical accounts, his Buddhist name was actually Daoman!"

"Fill the glass to the brim!"

???

The entire car was deathly silent.

Even the simpleton stopped yelling; his heterochromatic eyes, squeezed into a slit, were filled with shock.

Lin Yue's eyes widened, and she subconsciously turned her head to glance at Chu Sheng in the rearview mirror.

His voice was full of disbelief: "Where did you get this unofficial history from?"

"Wow, that's pretty wild, isn't it?"

Chu Sheng patted his chest and said, "You just don't understand, do you?"

"This humble monk has read extensively!"

"Although this record is not in official history, it is absolutely verifiable!"

"Think about it, Ji Gong loved to drink so much. Daoji, Daoji, fill it up, fill it up—it's the same thing!"

"The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao; the Tao that can be reversed is not the eternal Tao."

"There's a lot to learn about this!"

Yang Guang's lips twitched for a full five seconds.

He now deeply regrets asking Chu Sheng that question.

Lin Yue gripped the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, her expression extremely complex.

She had been a police officer for so many years, interrogated countless criminals, and heard countless lies, but she had never seen anyone like Chu Sheng who spoke such nonsense with such a straight face.

The key is that you can't refute him.

Because every word he said was grammatically correct.

But put together, it's pure nonsense.

Yang Guang took a deep breath and looked at Chu Sheng very seriously: "Chu Sheng."

"Um?"

"How did your master, Master Huineng, tolerate you?"

Chu Sheng scratched his bald head and chuckled, "My master said that Buddhism emphasizes the word 'forbearance'."

"He said that taking me as his apprentice was the greatest test God could give him."

"Before he passed away, he said that his greatest achievement in this life was not expelling me from his school."

Yang Guang stared at Chu Sheng for two seconds.

This moment.

He suddenly realized that Master Huineng was indeed a highly accomplished monk.

The fact that he could refrain from killing Chu Sheng alone is already a testament to the highest level of Buddhist practice.

Yang Guang said quietly, "No wonder your master passed away so early."

"what?"

"You're the one who made me angry."

Chu Sheng pouted, looking resentful, and said, "Brother Guang, that's going too far!"

"Where did I go too far?"

"Your Buddhist name is Porcelain Cup, while Ji Gong's Buddhist name is Full."

"According to you, does that mean Bodhidharma's Dharma name is 'dry'?"

Did Buddha Shakyamuni order another cup?

Chu Sheng blinked, thought seriously for two seconds, and said, "Brother Guang, your line of thinking..."

"This humble monk finds it quite reasonable."

"roll!"

From the back seat came Er Lengzi's weak voice: "Woof woof..."

Yang Guang didn't even turn his head: "Bear with it."

"We're almost there."

Lin Yue glanced at the navigation; the gate of Fengdu No. 3 Middle School was not far ahead.

As she drove, she glanced at Chu Sheng in the rearview mirror, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Um... Little Master Porcelain Cup."

"Where did you get that unofficial history about Ji Gong that you just mentioned?"

I'll check it later.

Chu Sheng took the chicken leg out of his pocket again, took a bite, and mumbled, "Female benefactor, this..."

"actually……"

"I made it up myself."

The car fell silent once more.

Lin Yue gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Yang Guang slowly closed his eyes.

Er Lengzi's face, pressed against the car window, twitched slightly.

"but!"

Chu Sheng then changed the subject, saying earnestly, "This humble monk believes that's how unofficial histories originated!"

"First someone starts making things up, then too many people make them up, and it becomes unofficial history!"

"Perhaps a few hundred years from now, this humble monk's account will be included in a book!"

"When future generations investigate, they'll find out that the earliest record of Ji Gong's Buddhist name, 'Daoman,' comes from the master of porcelain cups!"

"Brother Guang, just think about it, how prestigious would that be?"

Yang Guang took his last deep breath, no longer wanting to speak to this person.

He turned his head, facing forward, his gaze fixed on the approaching school gate through the windshield, and said, "Officer, hurry up, I need to get out for some fresh air."

"If I wait another second, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist rushing back to hit him."

soon.

Lin Yue stepped on the brakes, and the police car came to a steady stop outside the gate of Fengdu No. 3 Middle School.

Yang Guang opened the car door and took a deep breath of fresh air.

From behind came Chu Sheng's booming voice: "Brother Guang!"

"What good food do you think the cafeteria has for lunch?"

"This humble monk is fine with either vegetarian or meat-eating."

"There's plenty of it!"

Yang Guang didn't turn around, his tone indifferent: "What are you doing, a monk whose Buddhist name is Porcelain Cup, being picky about food?"

"Giving you a glass of plain water is already a good thing."

Chu Sheng squeezed out of the back seat, and the sight of that 250-pound mountain of flesh emerging from the car door was like squeezing toothpaste.

The car body bounced noticeably upwards, and the shock absorbers finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Er Lengzi darted out right behind it, and after landing on all fours, the dog was panting heavily.

become free!

Er Lengzi ran around Yang Guang twice, spitting everywhere with his big tongue.

Yang Guang turned and said goodbye to Lin Yue, who then drove away.

After watching her leave, Yang Guang led Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi toward the school gate.

to be frank.

Their combination is truly explosive.

A high school student wearing a faded sports jacket, with hair as messy as a bird's nest.

A bald, fat man weighing 250 pounds, wearing a gray monk's robe and flip-flops.

Add to that a husky with a bell around its neck and heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue.

If these three got together, people would believe they were going on a team-building trip to a mental hospital, let alone going to school...