It has been rinsed and disinfected, and it has to be dried to remove impurities, air-dried and mildew-proof, and the way to eat is so exquisite, is it a food monster?

Zheng En heard the crazy beggar say that he had to dry and air-dry, and concocted himself by making air-dried chicken, so he really wanted to go up and bite his nose, but as soon as he struggled with the crazy beggar, he pointed to his acupoint, but he could only hate in his heart, scolded in his mouth, and let the crazy beggar fiddle.

The mad beggar dragged him into a large wooden cage made of thick wood, and first made him squat and stand on his feet, and then he pulled his arms apart and tied him to a stake, and hung his hair up and fixed him under his feet. Zheng En couldn't stand up and squatted, it was uncomfortable enough, and he wasn't finished, and he tied a lot of bamboo skewers on his chest, back, legs, knees, stomach, hips, shoulders and other corresponding places.

Zheng En was half-squatting and half-standing, not daring to move, and after a little movement, he ran into bamboo skewers everywhere. The bamboo skewers are all the thickness of a finger, saying that it is sharp, it can't pierce the flesh and skin, and that it is dull, and that it feels sore and numb when it is pierced to the body, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

In less than half an hour, Zheng En couldn't stand it, his waist was sore, his legs hurt, his eyes were dizzy, his head was dizzy, he was hiccups and farts, his nose was drooling, and every pore in his body seemed to be soaked in water, and there was no place that was not uncomfortable. He yelled and scolded, "Old monster, you can kill if you want, eat as much as you want, why do you keep fiddling with me? Let me out!"

The mad beggar was not only not angry, but also explained the process technology like a teacher and a disciple: "What is the call? This is the concoction process, and it must not be sloppy at all." In the past, it was rinsing and disinfection, which was drying to remove impurities, air-drying and mildew prevention, peeling and deboning, smoking, frying and steaming, and there were many processes!"

"Old monster, why are you fiddling, or filling your stomach, why do you take off your pants and fart, and make trouble for yourself?" Zheng En begged helplessly.

"The world's major events, eating first. Just wear a cold shield, and you can live in shelter from the wind and rain, but you can't do anything if you eat words.

"The five elements of 'gold, wood, water, fire, and earth' correspond to the five flavors of 'sour, bitter, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty'. Acid into the liver, bitter into the lungs, bitter into the heart, sweet into the spleen, salty into the kidneys, is said to be five into; sour tendons, bitter wounds qi, sweet hurts the flesh, bitter hurts the skin, salty hurts the blood, is said to be five wounds; bitterness is better than sour, salty is better than bitter, sour is better than sweet, bitter is better than bitter, bitter is better than bitter, sweet is better than salty, is better than salty, is the five victories.

"The five flavors are hidden in the stomach, and the taste is hidden, so as to nourish the five qis, the qi is born together, and the jin and liquid are combined, and the gods are self-generated. The five flavors are mutually reinforcing each other, complementing each other, regulating yin and yang, being cautious and the five flavors, adapting measures to people's conditions, adapting measures to local conditions, and adapting measures to local conditions, so that the five flavors have their own benefits, or scattered or received, slow or urgent, or hard or soft, four times and five internal organs, and then appropriate, only for eating and drinking, and really eating! You say, I finally caught you this good ingredient, can you not pay attention to the production process?

Zheng En saw that he was a foodie monster, not only did he not reduce the process, but also said a lot of reasoning, so he could only admit that he was unlucky, and lowered his requirements: "I don't run anyway, and I can't run, can't you dry it flat?"

"No, the old process can't be changed in the slightest!Otherwise, how can I maintain the characteristics and traditional flavor of my old monster brand?"

Zheng En couldn't stand it anymore, and when he saw the mad beggar sitting on the stone as if he was asleep, he whispered to the lazy insect guarding outside the cage: "Little brother, what's your name?"

"My original name was Huang Mao, I was called by my friends, and now I am called a lazy worm, and I was given it by the old monster!"

"Who is he?"

"Enemy!"

"What kind of hatred?"

"I used to be in the city, I didn't pay for food and housing, I hid cats in the woods, caught lice in the corners, and was at ease, but he took advantage of my illness and couldn't move, coaxed me here, and abused me all day long. ”

"How was it abused?"

"Do you know the tiger chair? I don't know? I don't know? What is the torture instrument used by the county government to try prisoners, but he doesn't have it, so he tied a pole to the tree instead and used it to press me every day, so that my legs were about to break; there was also 'fried prawns', which folded the back of my head to the heels, and broke my vertebrae into sections, leaving only a little bit of skin and flesh in the connection; and 'hanging donkey upside down', so that you could have your feet up and head down, and you would have to fall for a while...... Anyway, there are many ways for him to torture people, my arms hurt my legs, my legs hurt, my waist hurts, and my whole body hurts as if I was falling apart. That's it, he didn't say that he was ruthless, but he scolded me for being lazy, and gave me the nickname 'lazy worm'. He also scolded me and said, 'Begging for food, Hanako still wants to enjoy the blessings of his son, and he can't bear a little hardship'. Isn't this nonsense? You say, who wants to endure hardship and sin? Who doesn't want to rest and enjoy happiness? The next six words are also not true, I can eat, and I can eat about the same as him, and it is not 'I can't eat a little' at all!"

"From what you said, it seems that there is a word 'bitter' behind it!" Zheng En couldn't help but interject.

"I haven't said it yet, he didn't say the right words in front of him, and he still had a little bit of a side on this one word. Bitter, falling into his hands, in addition to bitterness, it is still bitter! Don't want to taste a little sweetness. I hate him to death an old monster!"

"Why don't you run out of the way?" Zheng Eun tried to give him an idea.

"Run, where are you going? In this deep mountain and old forest, tigers, leopards, bears, wolves, and wild boars are everywhere, and they will not be eaten when they go out. Besides, who knows how far away it is from here? I will die of exhaustion even if I am tired! I will not run if I can rest for a while!"

"You help me, let me out, I'll run on your back, don't let you walk!" Zheng En said.

Before the lazy worm could help or not, the mad beggar had already opened his eyes, got up, grabbed the lazy worm's ankle, and tied it upside down to a pine tree.

The lazy worm straightened his neck and shouted: "I don't stand upside down! Old monster, I'll tickle you and sing to you, you can spare me!"

The madman ignored him, sat back down on the slate, crossed his legs, and seemed to fall asleep again.

Zheng En's punishment for the lazy worm was no longer daring to speak.

After an unknown amount of time, Zheng En's face was flushed and trembling, and his stomach seemed to contain twenty-five little mice, scratching with a hundred paws. He couldn't bear the discomfort of hunger, and shouted loudly: "I'm so hungry, old monster, give me something to eat!"

The mad beggar heard his call, opened his eyes, smiled, got up and ran into the cave, took a pheasant, took out a fire sickle in front of Zheng Eun, lit a fire, lit a bunch of branches, and roasted it.

After a while, the white body of the chicken became charred and shiny, and the aroma of tender meat spread.

Zheng En looked at it with a blank eye, and his saliva flowed down his neck.

The crazy beggar pulled a piece to taste it, and sighed again and again: "Tender and delicious, so fragrant, so fragrant!" While eating, he turned his face and asked Zheng En: "Do you want to eat?"

"Yes!" said Jung, swallowing his saliva.

"The more I think about it, the more I won't give it to you!" the madman deliberately angered him.

"I don't want to eat!" Zheng Eun hurriedly changed his words.

"If you don't want to eat it, I won't give it to you!"

"If you give it to me, you will eat it, if you don't give it to me, you won't eat it, the power is in your hands, ask me what to do?" Zheng En scolded angrily.

"If you say it well, I'll give you a piece!" The crazy beggar ripped off a chicken leg and put it on the stake in front of Zheng En's eyes: "This is for you, eat it!"

The chicken leg was right in front of Zheng En's eyes, and the fragrance went straight to his nostrils, but he couldn't eat it, which made Zheng En feel more hungry, his stomach seemed to be on fire, and he was so uncomfortable that he just wanted to die.

He closed his eyes tightly, desperately trying to eliminate the temptation of the scent. But the harder he tried, the more distracting his thoughts came from life, and the more uncomfortable he became.

"Old monster, don't play with me, let me die!" Zheng Engao shouted.

"If you want to die, you still want to eat, you still want to be irritable, you still want to get angry and scold, you still don't want to die!"

"But I can't die!"

"Then wait, taste the smell of dying first, or go to heaven first to find the way to heaven, and go to the underworld to find the way to the underworld!"

Zheng Eun saw that he was ruthless, and he was so discouraged that he didn't think about anything.

His mind was as calm as water, and he led his soul into the vast space in search of a way to heaven.

It's dark, and it's clear again.

His waist no longer hurts, his legs don't ache anymore, only numbness remains.

It was dark again, and it was clear again.

He felt like a fire was burning in his lower abdomen, a warm heat running around his chest and back. The touch of the bamboo skewer to all parts of the body is no longer painful and sore, but like tickling into the flesh, it is very comfortable to swell and shrink.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt that his body was gone, as if he was a speck of dust, an inflatable ball, floating in space leisurely, without joy and anger, without sorrow, without fear, without sorrow, only a feeling of sleep, reality, nothingness, vagueness and chaos.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt that his body swelled and brightened, that he was the heavens and the earth, that he was infinitely large and infinitely small. He had no body, no consciousness, and his body and mind were one with heaven and earth—

A thought is lifeless, a thought is not strange, you and nature, harmony and oneness. "This is the highest level of practice.

Zheng Eun didn't know that he had spent forty-nine days and nights in a wooden cage without eating or drinking, half-squatting and half-standing, and in his senses, except for a period of pain at the beginning, what was left was only a short moment.

The mad beggar lifted him out of the wooden cage, put it on a stone slab, and ordered the lazy worm in a hurry: "Lazy worm, it's dried and dried, quickly bring me the skinning knife, boning knife, and bone chopping knife, I want to peel the skin and remove the bones, and make a bowl of braised pork first!"

If you want to know what happened, please see the next time: Where did the kung fu come from?