Chapter 56

In broad daylight, oh, no, it should be in the pitch dark, a dirty nun emerged from the woods. This was just like a horror movie, what was the difference from贞子climbing out of the TV? Tang Sen was startled and almost threw the chopsticks in his hand as a projectile.

The nun seemed to sense Tang Sen's impulse to throw a projectile and quickly used the palm leaf fan in her hand as a shield, blocking her face.

"Can block projectiles? Looks like it's not贞子!" Tang Sen sighed in relief: "Hey, you nun, what's with you? Don't wander around in the woods at night, okay?"

"The poor nun is really hungry, so I have to find something to eat in the grass," the dirty nun moved the fan away, looked up at Tang Sen with a silly smile: "Can you share some luncheon meat with the poor nun?"

Only then did Tang Sen see her face clearly. It was very dirty and black, and it was unclear how long it had been since she had washed. Her hair was also dirty and matted, and it was unknown if there were lice in it. She belonged to the "least attractive woman type No. 1" to men. If the world was left with only Tang Sen and this nun, and they had to bear the responsibility of continuing the human race, Tang Sen would rather let humanity go extinct.

Or, if Tang Sen was Adam and this nun was Eve, and they had to eat the apple to bring humanity onto the historical stage, then... the apples would still be hanging on the tree, and the human race would never have been born.

Tang Sen could only look away and smiled bitterly: "People who travel should help each other. It's no problem to give you luncheon meat, but you must sit far from the pot to prevent the lice on your body from jumping into it."

As he said this, a flash of inspiration crossed Tang Sen's mind, and he suddenly jumped up, flipping the table: "Damn, I almost missed the point. You are clearly a nun, why are you asking me for luncheon meat? Aren't you afraid of breaking your vegetarian vow?"

After spending time with a bunch of people who didn't make sense, Tang Sen found himself also losing focus. This was dangerous, and his life would develop in some inexplicable direction. He needed to correct it quickly.

The dirty nun smiled and came closer: "The poor nun doesn't observe the vegetarian vow, so of course I can eat luncheon meat."

"Not observe?" Tang Sen frowned: "Looks like a fake nun."

"Not necessarily," the nun smiled: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, Buddha sits in the heart... The poor nun is not a fake nun, just a different way of practicing."

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, Buddha sits in the heart?" Tang Sen repeated the phrase, feeling a vague familiarity, as if he had heard it somewhere before. Forget it, don't worry about it. In the middle of the night, in this no-man's-land at the foot of a desolate mountain, this person is definitely not simple. They might be a hidden hero wandering in the world... or just a common beggar.

However, regardless of their identity, Tang Sen would treat them well and not discriminate. Because his mother had given birth to him unmarried at a young age, Tang Sen had endured many cold looks and suffered greatly in his childhood. Now, how could he use the same way to hurt others?

Tang Sen took out a small stainless steel bowl, picked a few pieces of luncheon meat from the pot, and added a large serving of noodles, handing it to the dirty nun: "Eat while it's hot."

The dirty nun laughed and took the bowl. After a few "sucking" sounds, the bowl in her hand was empty. This woman ate so fast, as if she had been hungry for hundreds of years.

"Want more?"

"Yes!" The dirty nun seemed to know no such thing as politeness.

Tang Sen didn't mind her eating a lot. If necessary, he could cook more. He added another bowl and handed it to her.

The food in the pot was decreasing, but neither Sun Wukong nor Bai Long mentioned it, as if no one was competing for the food. Tang Sen sensed the unusual atmosphere and was even more convinced that this nun was not an ordinary person.

After finishing the third bowl, the dirty nun finally patted her stomach in satisfaction and smiled: "You are a good person."

"Not necessarily," Tang Sen said half-seriously, half-jokingly: "If you are an ordinary nun, I am a generous person giving you food. But if you are a powerful hidden hero, then I am taking advantage of you... You ate my food, so give me something in return. Do you have any secret skills? Like the Nine Yin Manual, the Buddha Palm, or the Nine Swords of Dugu? Quickly give them to me, stop showing off."

"Ha ha ha!" The dirty nun laughed loudly, and the palm leaf fan in her hand trembled: "Guanyin was right, you are not easy to fool, and you don't give the elders any face... Even though you guessed I might be a deity, you still speak so rudely."

Tang Sen smiled: "Oh, so you admit it. Which deity are you?"

The dirty nun sprawled on the ground, her posture very ungraceful. However, with her dirty, lice-infested appearance, no man would be interested in looking at her inappropriately. She said casually: "The poor nun's surname is Li, and my dharma name is Dao Ji."

"Li Dao Ji?" Tang Sen pondered this name for a long time, then suddenly realized: "Living Buddha Ji Gong!"

Sun Wukong laughed: "You finally recognized her. I, Old Sun, recognized her long ago, but I was too lazy to greet her."

Xiao Bai Long nodded obediently without speaking, but her meaning was clear: she had recognized her long ago too.

Tang Sen gave Sun Wukong a disdainful look, thinking: You knew and didn't say anything, you deserve a beating. But when he looked at Xiao Bai Long, his gaze was much more harmonious. As a well-bred lady, she was lovable and not to be scolded.

This differential treatment was almost insane, and Sun Wukong almost jumped up.

Tang Sen ignored Sun Wukong and thought to himself: No wonder this nun is so dirty and smelly, no wonder she can eat meat and drink wine while Buddha sits in her heart. This is exactly the trademark appearance of Living Buddha Ji Gong.

But... shouldn't Ji Gong be "Gong" (male)?

"Hehe, in the past, it was indeed Ji Gong... However, for a living Buddha, the gender is not guaranteed to be the same in each incarnation. Perhaps the previous incarnation was a man, and this one is a woman... So, don't worry about the details. In this life, don't call me Ji Gong, call me Ji Dian."

Tang Sen wiped his sweat, and a question stuck in his throat, making him uncomfortable: "Do you have memories from your previous life? Could you have a woman's body but a man's memories, and the two memories mixed together, making you neither male nor female? Similarly... Rulai is also a living Buddha, could she have a woman's body but a man's heart? And what about the Jade Emperor..."

"Ha ha ha, you are thinking too much! I don't have memories from my previous life, only the powers from my previous life. In this life, I am undoubtedly a woman, with a delicate woman's heart." Ji Dian lay on the dirty ground, not minding the ants crawling on her legs. It was hard to believe she had a delicate woman's heart, and Tang Sen had an impulse to strip her clothes to see if she was really a woman, but with all the lice jumping around, he didn't even want to touch the edge of her clothes, let alone strip them off.

Ji Dian smiled: "You don't read the Buddhist scriptures, so you don't know the true meaning of the six realms of rebirth. A living Buddha reincarnates not only to save others but also to save themselves... The process of reincarnation is also a process of cleansing oneself. So, the me from the previous life is me, but the me from the previous life is not me. The me of this life is the true me. Countless me are me, but countless me are not me..."

Tang Sen was irritated by this: "Hey, I've already criticized Guanyin for speaking like this. Are you going to do the same? Are you going to say, I am me, I am not me, emptiness is form, form is emptiness..."

"Cough..." Interrupted by Tang Sen, Ji Dian smiled awkwardly: "Okay, to put it simply, the me from the previous life is gone, and the me of this life is the true me. Don't worry about marrying Rulai and finding out she is a man. The poor nun can guarantee that she is a genuine woman, just like the poor nun."

If you are as dirty and smelly as her, full of lice, it would be terrible! Rulai would never find a husband, Tang Sen almost jumped up. As for the guarantee... would it be reliable? If you married a man on your wedding night and had your dignity violated, would it be useful to change the next day?

"So, let's get to the point!" Tang Sen asked seriously: "Why did you come to find me? Don't tell me it's just for luncheon meat."

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