The monks in the temple, the abbot and the warrior monks of the Tianwu generation all have separate meditation rooms. When it comes to the wordless generation, several people have to share a living room, and the little monk of the Juezi generation has more than ten or twenty people sleeping in a large bunk.

Although Wanyankang said that he should be treated equally, after all, the old monk Huineng has been an abbot for decades, and he is sophisticated, so he specially ordered someone to arrange a separate meditation room for the carefree little master.

Tian Dali and a few others stood in front of the door of the meditation room, and watched Yan Kang return to the door listlessly.

Wan Yankang walked a few steps closer before he saw a few people, and asked listlessly: "You guys don't go to practice, why are you coming to me?" ”

Zhou Xiaojiang handed over a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge: "Young master, your breakfast!" ”

The porridge is clear water and white rice, and the steamed buns are not small, two fists in size, but there are also a few gray handprints on the white flour steamed buns, which makes the listless Wan Yankang even more appetizing.

Wan Yankang waved his hand: "You guys eat, young master, I want to be quiet." After saying that, he entered the meditation room, closed the door, and lay on his back on the bed in a daze.

Outside the door, Tian Dali, you look at me, I look at you, and finally Xiao Baili said: "Since the young master doesn't eat, let's divide it, you need to know that a porridge and a meal are not easy to come by!" ”

Several people nodded silently, and then divided the white-flour steamed bun into four parts, swallowed it in two bites, and the four of them shared the bowl of porridge in one bite, which showed a slightly satisfied look.

This bite of rice is really hard to come by!

Although Tian Dali and the others have eaten a big pot of rice for several years and their bodies are a lot stronger, the first time they carried water, where can they compare with other little monks with a well-proportioned breath and vigorous pace, and finally fell behind the team when they returned to the temple.

Juekong was careful, and specially asked the great monk in charge of meals to leave some food.

The fat monk in charge of the spoon smiled hehehe: "Juekong, they are all a bunch of little monks, and the rules of first come, first served always have to be observed!" ”

Although the impermanence of this spoon is average, so he was arranged to manage the canteen, but he is a monk of the wordless generation, and he talks about the rules in front of Juekong, and Juekong has to listen honestly.

Juekong was embarrassed: "Uncle Shi doesn't know, among the few people who have not come over, in addition to a few junior disciples, there is also a new junior uncle, who is the new disciple of Uncle Tianwu. A few junior disciples are just that, this little uncle, the disciples don't dare to slack off. ”

As soon as Impermanence heard this, he immediately knew that this little junior brother who had never met was not small, and hurriedly asked someone to leave some food, but he couldn't stand this group of little monks who were too able to eat, so after a while, the prepared meals were almost eaten clearly, and finally left a steamed bun and a few bowls of porridge, and the pickles for the next meal were eaten cleanly!

Tian Dali drank a bowl of porridge one by one, and the last steamed bun had to be kept to honor the young master, and in the end, Yan Kang didn't eat it, but it was cheaper for a few of them.

Wan Yankang was in a daze in the meditation room for a long time, until his stomach rumbled, he came back to his senses, and habitually shouted: "Qiu Xiang, bring some delicious food." ”

No one responded for a long time, and Wan Yankang completely woke up, he was in Shaolin, Qiu Xiang and Dong Xue were in the palace of Zhongdu at this time.

Thinking that he left a letter and ran away, I don't know how much turmoil it caused, my father must have been furious, but he couldn't do anything about it. Thinking of this, Wan Yankang's face couldn't help but smile, my family has succeeded, can I still handle a few big monks!

Wan Yankang waved his fist, I want Jiuyang Divine Skill, King Kong is not bad Divine Skill Young Master, I must also learn the hand, bald donkeys, you wait and see!

After reinvigorating, his stomach became more and more hungry, Wan Yankang pushed open the door to look at the sun, and it was estimated that it would be half an hour until lunch. In the past, whether it was in the palace or the base, being hungry was a taste that Wan Yankang had never tasted, but before the meal arrived, Wan Yankang had to endure it for the time being and began to wander around.

Juekong led a group of little monks to practice Luohan boxing, and after a set of boxing methods were taught, he saw Wanyan Kang standing outside the Luohan Hall and watching, and he didn't join in to practice. Juekong instructed the little monks to continue practicing, then came out and asked with concern, "Uncle Shi, can you practice boxing together." ”

"Don't!"

Looking at Yan Kang, who seemed to be a little pale, Juekong asked with concern: "Uncle Shi, but you fell and injured yourself while carrying water?" ”

It's really a pot that can't be opened, Uncle Shi, I just missed it for a while, Wan Yankang coughed embarrassedly: "Uncle Shi, I'm fine, I'm just here to see my nephews practice." You're busy first, you're busy first. After saying that, a little under his feet, a flash of smoke flashed.

Juekong shook his head and was puzzled, this little uncle is clearly not bad, why does he repeatedly hit the street in the morning, I don't understand, I don't understand!

After shopping for a while, Yan Kang couldn't stand the hunger, so he ran to the cafeteria by himself.

"Little monk, who is your master, why do you know the rules so much." The great monk of impermanence watched Yan Kang walk into the cafeteria in a big way, frowned and asked.

Propriety?

What are the rules for coming to the canteen to eat, Wan Yankang doesn't understand it at all, the Tianwu monk is the head of the Luohan Hall, where is he impatient to tell Wan Yankang about these trivial rules in the temple.

Wan Yankang didn't know what the rules were, and he didn't know what to call the fat monk in front of him, so he only said: "Fat man, my master is Tianwu." ”

Impermanence was a little angry when he heard a fat man, but when he heard the latter sentence, he immediately reacted that this was the one Juekong had mentioned in the morning. Impermanence's fat face was immediately filled with smiles: "It turned out to be a new little junior brother, a little monk impermanence, fortunately, fortunately." ”

Wan Yankang looked at the impermanence of the appearance, judging from the appearance of this person, weighing two hundred catties is the foundation, and I don't know how many canteen meals this guy has eaten. Although he was a little disgusted, he didn't show too much, and only asked lightly: "It turned out to be the senior brother, the junior brother just came, I don't know the rules of this meal, and I hope the senior brother will tell me one or two." ”

The fat monk took Yan Kang's hand, went to get a meal first, and said, "Senior brother must be hungry, let's eat first, let's eat first." ”

Two white-flour steamed buns, a plate of pickles, and a bowl of vegetable soup, this is the standard configuration of wordless monks. If it is compared with the food in the palace, it is heaven and earth, and the food of the Divine Soldier Base is much better than this.

Wan Yankang looked disgusted in his heart, and he had no choice but to rebel, so he swept these things clean up after dividing them by two.

After seeing that Yan Kang ate so quickly, the fat monk hurriedly took two more steamed buns and came over: "Senior brother, don't worry, eat slowly." ”

After Yan Kang's stomach was cushioned, he ate slowly, and impermanence told him about the rules of eating by the way.

This is a huge Shaolin Temple, and the meals are scored in batches. The senior monks of the Hui generation and the Tianzi generation are sent to the meditation room by the little novice, and then the monks of the non-character generation come to the dining hall to eat. After such an arrangement, the Shaolin Temple, which has hundreds or even thousands of people, can eat in an orderly and orderly manner.

Wan Yankang heard that the monks had delivered food to the door, and thought in his heart that the privileged class was everywhere, and the masters and abbots must have opened a small stove, so he asked quietly: "My master's food, can you send it?" If it hasn't been sent yet, I'll be a disciple to run errands. ”

After Yan Kang came early, the meals of the monks were being arranged and had not yet been delivered. When the fat monk heard this, he said in his heart that although this little junior brother is young, he is very good at life, and it seems that his future in the temple is limitless.

Where does impermanence know, Wan Yankang thought in his heart: Tianwu, you old bald donkey, since you refuse to teach this young master King Kong is not bad magic skills, see that the young master has stolen all the good things from your Xiaozao!

Wan Yankang took the food box from impermanence, and felt that this food box did have some weight, and it seemed that there were a lot of good things. He walked to his room first, closed the doors and windows, and happily opened Tianwu's small stove food box.

At this glance, I was dumbfounded.

Except for two dishes of pickles, it is all steamed buns, steamed buns, and steamed buns!

To be fair, the steamed buns in Shaolin Temple are still good. After all, the noodles are all warrior monks, the strength of the hands is all leveraged, the dough kneaded is slippery, and the steamed buns made have an excellent taste, loose, soft and sweet, comparable to the chef's skills of the palace.

But no matter how delicious the steamed buns are, after gnawing in the temple for five days, Wan Yankang already feels that he is going crazy, Jiuyang Divine Skill and King Kong are not bad God Function can not be learned, and if you eat steamed bread and pickles every day, you can't live this day!

The bird is about to fade out of his mouth, Wan Yankang thought of the famous words of a certain flower monk, no wonder Master Lu Zhishen wants to be a wine and meat monk, he really can't bear it, he has to go down the mountain to fight his teeth.

"Master, I'm going down the mountain!"

As soon as Tianwu heard that Yan Kang was going down the mountain, he thought that this apprentice would not be able to endure hardships and would retreat, so he immediately straightened his face: "Don't worry, my Shaolin rules, lay disciple, before you finish learning, you can't go down the mountain easily!" ”

Wan Yankang's eyes rolled: "Master, there are still a few apprentices waiting at the bottom of the mountain, I came in a hurry a few days ago, some things have not been explained clearly, and the apprentices need to go down the mountain to make proper arrangements." ”

"There's no need to be so troublesome, don't worry about your handwriting, and the master will send someone to take you down the mountain."

Wan Yankang's head shook like a rattle: "There are a lot of things to explain in vain, and there are some confidential things, so it is inconvenient to write a letter." ”

"Why don't you call your companions up the mountain?"

What are you kidding, sir, I just want to go down the mountain and eat a few bites of meat, as for such a heavy obstacle! After Yan Kang paused, he said: "The master doesn't know, everyone under the mountain, there are disciples who shoot arrows, and there are disciples who use marksmanship." Although these accompaniments are from my palace, but the disciples are all saluted by the teacher, if others call and drink, it is really disrespectful, or the disciples themselves can go down the mountain. ”

When Tianwu heard this, he felt that the little prince's heart of respecting his teacher was always good, and he thought that he was suspicious, so he asked tentatively: "Your little entourage, do you want to go down the mountain together?" ”

After Yan Kang was obedient, he immediately replied: "You don't need to take a few of them down the mountain, just one person." ”

After hearing that Yan Kang didn't take anyone else away, Tianwu felt that he was thinking too much, and only said to Yan Yuese: "Find a senior brother for the teacher to accompany you down the mountain?" ”

"Don't dare to be so troublesome, just come and go by yourself."

Tianwu knew that Yan Kang's martial arts were acceptable, so he nodded: "Go early and return early." ”

Wan Yankang saluted respectfully, slowly walked out of Tianwu's meditation room, walked quickly to the gate, and flew down the mountain.

It is said that Ye Siming and others have been bored in the restaurant these days, and the little prince went up the mountain to successfully worship under the Shaolin Gate, but they haven't said where they will go. At this time, it was lunchtime, and the four of them sat down at a table, ordered wine and meat, and were about to eat.

You might as well stretch out a small hand next to you, pick up a big elbow and gnaw it first. Several people were taken aback, and when they looked at it, a slippery little head was buried in the elbow and gnawed, who else was Wanyankang!

Several people were dumbfounded, and after a while, Wu Shiman asked tentatively, "Shizi?" ”

After Yan Kang, where could he take care of him, he hummed and gnawed a big elbow, then raised his head and said with satisfaction: "Finally have a good meal!" ”

Seeing that Wan Yan Kang's mouth was full of oil, and there was still minced meat on the side of his mouth, Wan Yan Hongyi frowned, shook his head and said, "Young Master, you are in trouble!" ”

After speaking, he called again: "Xiao Er, bring a clean towel!" ”

After Yan Kang swallowed the meat in his mouth, poured a sip of tea, sat down, took a piece of cooked mutton with chopsticks and continued to eat, this time it was considered to be slow and methodical, and he still had time to reply: "A few uncles, you don't know, I have been gnawing on steamed buns for a few days, and now I can't see meat!" ”

Everyone laughed, only to know that the little prince was a vegetarian and pitiful. Xiao Er on the side came over with a clean towel, and when he saw a little monk drinking and eating meat here, he was shocked: "This little master, how dare you eat meat here!" ”

Ye Siming and the others have been living in the restaurant for a few days, and they are generous, and the shopkeeper covered his mouth halfway through.

After Yan Kang took it seriously, he continued to chew on the cooked mutton, and said: "The mutton in your store is average, and it is far worse than my second Uncle Wu's craftsmanship!" ”

The shopkeeper looked at Yan Kang's appearance, and knew that the relationship between this little monk and Ye Siming, these heroes, was extraordinary, he became anxious in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Little master, this is at the foot of Shaolin, how can a monk dare to break his vows and drink and eat meat here, if the masters on the mountain know, the business of the small shop will not have to be done!" ”

In this small town at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, most of the properties are owned by Shaolin, and the same is true for this Yunlai Restaurant, where the store needs to pay rent every year to Shaolin Shangxiang. Renting a property in Shaolin to do business, the rent is cheap, and the most rare thing is that there is no unsightly splash helpless to collect protection fees, and the days of stability throughout the year are passed.

But Shaolin is afraid that some monks can't hold back and want to eat wine and meat, so they set up rules with these restaurants early, and they are never allowed to sell wine and meat to monks to eat, regardless of whether they are Shaolin or foreign monks, if they violate, they will take the property and drive people out!

After hearing it so seriously, Yan Kang's expression was dazed, and he went up the mountain to be a monk for a few days, and the role has not yet changed. He stopped his chopsticks, took the towel from the little second-hand and wiped his face, and said in a good voice: "Don't worry, it won't affect you." ”

Seeing this, the shopkeeper looked around, fortunately, it was still early, there were not many customers in the store, and no one paid attention to Wan Yankang's table, so he breathed a sigh of relief and pleaded: "Little master, you are doing well, since you have eaten, you are still bothering your old man to leave the table!" ”

Wan Yankang touched his stomach, he ate until he was half full, it was rare to go down the mountain, if he didn't eat enough, when would he have meat to eat next time! I was really hungry before, so I didn't think about it so much, but the shopkeeper also said that it was really inappropriate for me to be a small bald head, and I was swaggering to drink and eat meat here.

After thinking about it, he said to Ye Siming, "Master Ye, I'll go to your room." After speaking, he patted the shopkeeper's shoulder again, and said in a low voice: "Send a few drinks and dishes to the room, pure meat!" ”

The shopkeeper cried with a sad face, where was he willing to agree, but he didn't dare.

Wan Yankang straightened his face and said, "It's not me who eats, it's these guest officers who eat!" After speaking, he went into the room with Ye Siming.

After a cup of tea, Wu Shiman and a few people brought a few large plates of hard dishes into the room.

finished his life: "A few uncles, how can this store be willing?" ”

Wu Shiman laughed: "Turtle son, Lao Tzu is glaring, where do you dare to talk more!" ”

Wu Shiman's people were all killed in the sea of blood in the sword mountain, usually they don't have a seizure, but when they have a seizure, where is the evil qi on their bodies that a store can bear, Wu Shiman stared at him with one eye, and he had to be obedient.

When he was in Zhongdu, when he finished eating at Yan Kang, his demeanor was called a gentle and elegant. At this moment, he ate the meat, completely ignoring the oily stains, which were a whirlwind and clouds, leaving a mess of cups and plates.

After Yan Hongyi and the others saw Yan Kang eating like this, they suddenly remembered a sentence, Shaolin Ju, it's not easy!