When Fat Rong dealt with the gangsters on the beach by the sea, he was majestic. But right now, under the hands of the monk, not only can he not get the slightest bargain, but he is also lifted up like a chicken and thrown away.

Zhao Zixian asked himself that he could also lift Fat Rongxiang up and throw it out like a chicken, but he couldn't be as chic as a monk and do it in one go. Therefore, he praised the monk as a master, and decided that he was a master among masters.

Ouch! Fat Rong screamed in pain, got up from the ground a few meters away, and was about to step forward to reason with the monk or do something, but was stopped by Zhao Zixian.

"Fat Rong, carry Xiao Yong back to the dormitory and take good care of it." Zhao Zixian saw that Fat Rong still wanted to rush up, so he immediately shouted again: "Go quickly!" ”

"Good!" Fat Rong's mind was racing, and he felt that listening to Zhao Zixian's words was more right than fighting for the courage of the moment, so he ran to the car and picked up Xiao Yong and walked to the back door. He calmed down and was grateful to Zhao Zixian. If he forced his way up, the result might not be as simple as being choked by the neck like a lost chick.

In fact, Zhao Zixian did have the heart to defend Fat Rong, but a larger part of the reason was that he was afraid that the monk he would provoke would leave angrily.

"Master, please!" Zhao Zixian's attitude became respectful, and he made an inviting gesture. As a strong man, he will certainly respect the strong who are stronger than himself. Besides, the visitor is a guest, and Zhao Zixian doesn't need to always make fun of the guest.

"Donor, please first!" The monk put his palms together and bowed slightly, and stopped.

Zhao Zixian saw that the monk was not pretentious, entered through the door, and asked, "Which mountain and which temple does the master come from?" I remember that when I asked the monk where he came from at noon, the monk replied that there was a small temple on the lonely mountain. So he asked more clearly this time, and he hoped to answer clearly.

"Songshan, nameless little temple!" The monk said and followed Zhao Zixian into the hall.

"Songshan, that Songshan of Shaolin Temple? Did the master practice at the Shaolin Temple? Zhao Zixian couldn't help but stop when he heard this. Songshan is the middle of the five mountains, and it is also the hiding place of the earth spirit ginseng.

The monk also stopped, looked at Zhao Zixian with a smile, and said, "The mountain is that mountain, and the temple is not that temple." Donor, please! ”

Zhao Zixian felt that his nerves were a little allergic, and as soon as he heard the place name related to the Five Elements Spirit Ginseng, he would associate it with the Five Elements Spirit Element, smiled self-deprecatingly, and walked to the front and back kitchen.

The two women, Yanhong and Lin Luodan, who entered later, looked at each other, and they both saw the look of inquiry in each other's eyes. Then the two women shook their heads lightly at the same time and smiled at each other. Although Zhao Zixian asked Fat Rong to find Huang Ni and Qing Shui in front of them, he didn't tell them what they were going to do.

The women around Zhao Zixian knew that he had too many secrets, but if he didn't say it, they wouldn't take the initiative to ask. Just like Lin Luodan knew about the matter between him and Yanhong, if he didn't take the initiative to say, she wouldn't take the initiative to ask. Everyone knows it, but no one wants to pierce the layer of window paper, and maintains a delicate relationship.

Zhao Zixian led the monk into the back kitchen fire room, pointed to the two sets of newly purchased brand-new kitchenware, and said: "Master, according to your requirements, these two sets of kitchenware are brand new, and they have definitely not taken advantage of the meat." He pointed to the array of vegan ingredients and said, "All the ingredients are ready." ”

"Amitabha, good and good, the donor has a heart." The monk just glanced at the two new sets of kitchen utensils, and didn't seem to be interested in the ingredients. He turned his head to look at Zhao Zixian and asked, "Where is a glass of water and a handful of loess?" ”

Zhao Zixian patted his head, and his face showed a look of sudden realization, "Master, wait a minute, I'll go get it." Then he turned around and ran out of the fire room. When the loess and the bottle of water were handed over to him, they were kept in the office.

"Donor, slow!" The monk shouted.

Zhao Zixian poked back from outside the door and asked in surprise, "What else does the master command?" ”

"After you take two things, you don't have to come here again, just go to the backyard to find the poor monk." The monk said.

Although Zhao Zixian was puzzled, he responded very happily and turned to leave.

The monk smiled on his face, "Amitabha, everything is fate." Fate is born and fate is extinguished, and fate is extinguished. The donor has a great opportunity, that is, he has a fate with my Buddha. Fate is born and fate is extinguished. Good, good, good. With that, he walked out of the fire room and into the backyard.

Zhao Zixian walked into the office and saw Yanhong and Lin Luodan sitting on the sofa talking about something, and said with a smile: "I'll explain to you later." As he spoke, he picked up the ball of yellow mud and the bottle of water from the corner of the wall and quickly retreated.

The two women looked at each other and smiled, and then talked about the little secrets between women. When Zhao Zixian came back, he was in charge of all major business matters, and it was rare for them to close up, so they both avoided talking about business matters intentionally or unintentionally. Women are like this, when the man is not there, they can hold up half a day, and when there is a man to rely on, they only think about relying on it, and don't want to bother. Of course, if a woman follows a man who is not as capable as herself, that's a different story.

When Zhao Zixian came to the backyard with two things, the monk was already waiting there. The monk looked up at the sky and stared at the full moon slightly to the west, and said to himself: "The night of the full moon is the time of the native birth. The full moon is born, and everything follows the fate. After that, he turned to look at Zhao Zixian.

"Master, when can you do it?" Zhao Zixian asked straight to the point.

"No hurry! No hurry! The monk took the two things in Zhao Zixian's hand, and turned around to look up at the moon.

Not in a hurry? Is it okay not to be in a hurry to joke? Zhao Zixian can be said to be anxious, Yanhong and Lin Luodan are reluctant to separate and leave, which means that there is a very serious problem in front of him, who will go to at night and with whom?

Zhao Zixian only thought that the monk could quickly do a good job of the Manchu and Han banquets, and after a long experience, he had time to solve the affairs of the two beauties. He didn't want to go on like this, and was ready to pierce the layer of window paper, not only was it not a way to go on like this, but he also wanted to be slept with the two women next time. He saw the opportunity for the two women to be reluctant to separate tonight, and decided that it was necessary, and it was tonight.

But the emperor is not in a hurry, he is in a hurry to die......

No, it's the monk who is not in a hurry, and Zhao Zixian is in a hurry. But he couldn't do it again, so he could only stand in the backyard stupidly and wait anxiously.

"Donor, your heart is not at peace. Why not take a look at the clouds and the moon? The monk still looked up at the moon, but he expressed the unrest in Zhao Zixian's heart.

Fart! When is it, and the clouds and moons that still have the heart to watch bullshit? Zhao Zixian was full of slander in his heart, but he was really anxious and bored, and helpless, so he had to learn from the monk's appearance and look up at the moon.

The disc-like bright moon has slightly turned west, and wisps of white clouds are slowly floating around the bright moon like light veils, more like a dancer in tulle dancing gently around the moon. The scenery is beautiful, but Zhao Zixian's heart is anxious, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't give him beautiful enjoyment.

Time passed with the bright moon in the west, and Zhao Zixian's patience also weakened rapidly with the drifting of wisps of white clouds. Half an hour later, he couldn't help but ask, "Monk, will you be a full vegetarian man?" It's not going to be playing with me, is it? The tone lost some of the respect it had before.

"Will do. Don't do it now? The monk still maintained the previous posture of Mochizuki, and replied in a flat tone.

"Damn!" Zhao Zixian, who rarely speaks well, couldn't help but say a foul word, "You play with me, right?" If you don't do it now, when will you do it? With that, he clenched his fists and prepared to make a move. He had suspected that the monk was sent by Wang Shao, and this suspicion was even stronger at this time.

"Don't spoil the bond between you and the poor monk." The monk still said tepidly.

"What's the fate? Fart? Zhao Zixian was on the verge of going berserk, and his tone was extremely unfriendly.

The monk finally retracted his gaze, turned to look at Zhao Zixian, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, donor, you have to be more patient than you imagined, but your patience is not enough. ”

Zhao Zixian was about to scold, but saw the monk reach out to the monk's bag on his waist and take out an object the size of two fingers. Under the hazy moonlight, Zhao Zixian couldn't see what the thing was, so he took the fire eye gold essence and looked at it carefully.

I saw that it was an earthy yellow tree root about 10 centimeters thick and slender with two fingers. While Zhao Zixian was puzzled, he also felt a hint of familiarity, and asked in surprise: "Earth Spirit Ginseng?" I couldn't help but move closer to the monk.

The monk didn't pay attention to Zhao Zixian's questioning at all. I saw that he was holding the lump of yellow mud in his left hand, and pressing the root-like thing into the loess with his right hand. He took out the bottle of water from the monk's bag again, flicked the cap off the bottle with his thumb, and poured it down against the loess.

"Amitabha, donor, if you have a relationship with a poor monk, you have a relationship with the Buddha, and if you have a relationship with the Buddha, you have a relationship with it." As he spoke, the monk handed the loess planted with tree roots to Zhao Zixian.

Zhao Zixian took the loess and looked at the monk gratefully, "Thank you, master." Like a chameleon, he changed his face again, and his tone was more respectful. He already felt the breath of the earth spirit ginseng, a very thick breath.

Miraculously, the loess was originally semi-soft. It stands to reason that after the monk poured a bottle of water, even if he didn't sprinkle a drop, he would soak the loess. But the loess in Zhao Zixian's hand was as hard as stone.

"Amitabha, donors don't have to say thanks. It's just that the thing is returned to its original owner, and what is yours is yours in the end, not that you can't force it to come. The monk said with a smile.

Zhao Zixian released the true qi of the kitchen god and attached it to the loess, and there was no unusual feeling. So he stared at the monk with puzzled eyes, "Master! ”

The monk clasped his palms together and said with a smile: "Every day, a glass of water is watered, and it really grows shoots and then withers and disappears." You'll be able to get the special abilities it gives you. You have already accommodated the three spiritual ginsengs, and you are not in a hurry at this time. ”

"What?" Zhao Zixian asked in surprise. He only accommodated the two spiritual ginseng of gold and wood, how could he accommodate the three spiritual ginseng.