After a few days, Yang Ping'an went to Shaolin for the second time, this time their team became five people, there was one more Li Linfu, and An Lushan was still carrying a food box in his hand.

The adjustment and teaching of the past few days have achieved initial results, and Yang Yuhuan's arrogance has worn off a lot, and at this moment, the woman dressed as a man followed Yang Ping'an, looking well-behaved.

"Boy, you see clearly, that's my sister-in-law, now it's the eldest brother's wife's room, you'd better recognize the situation, if you dare to play tricks with me, even if I can't kill you, the eldest brother will listen to my advice to kill you, don't you hear."

Yang Guozhong and Li Linfu fell behind, and the former kept whispering to threaten the latter, making him recognize the situation, listen to him, and dare not go against him.

Li Linfu always accompanied the smiling face with a flattering look, which made Yang Guozhong very satisfied, because he could see that between him and An Lushan, Li Linfu was even more in awe of him.

This time, Yang Ping'an followed the rules and ordered Li Linfu to send a prayer post, and wrote directly to Yang Ping'an, a Tang Dynasty concubine, to see the Shaolin monk, and I don't know what Li Linfu said, it didn't take long for the Shaolin monks to believe his identity only by virtue of the worship post, and invited several of them to the side hall.

If it is placed in ordinary times, Li Linfu looks like a reader who reads poetry and books, with a smile on his face, and a harmless appearance.

Sitting in the side hall, tasting Shaolin Zen tea, looking at the Buddha statue in the hall, Yang Ping'an's heart gradually calmed down, and he enjoyed Yang Yuhuan, who was dressed as a man behind him, massaging his shoulders, which was very comfortable.

After a while, the Shaolin Supervision Institute took a group of monks to salute for several weeks, although the words were neither humble nor arrogant, but they could still hear the respect for Yang Ping'an, or the respect for Yang Ping'an's identity as a horse.

When they learned that Yang Ping'an was here to borrow troops this time, they immediately showed displeasure, Shaolin monks do not participate in secular disputes, this is a rule passed down from generation to generation, how can it be broken because Yang Ping'an alone,

"Old bald donkey, my eldest brother asked you to borrow someone because he could afford you, but you refused to agree, do you want to find a fight?" An Lushan was furious, shot the case, and pointed at a group of monks and scolded,

It's bad, let this fat man take the lead, Yang Guozhong is not good, and he also stood up in front of An Lushan, and said to a group of monks: "You listen well, my eldest brother is a court, the queen mother is a matchmaker saint to give marriage, this honor is the first in the world, this time my eldest brother is going to run an errand for the court, you don't give my eldest brother face, you don't give the court face, don't give the court face, don't give the court face is to look down on today's saints, it's because you want to rebel." ”

This time, the people who followed the prison were all monks with status in Shaolin Temple, thinking about the first seat of each courtyard, Vena and the like, in the face of the threat of Yang An and the others, they were not afraid, but they were also dissatisfied by the clamor attitude of the two.

They were followed by some lower-status monks, most of whom were their disciples, in Buddhist language, that is, these monks were not cultivated enough to endure the insults, so they immediately quarreled with Yang Guozhong and An Lushan.

patted the back of Yang Yuhuan's hand and motioned for her to stop, and then Yang Ping'an planned to get up and explain two sentences to resolve the current quarrel situation, who knew that Li Linfu took the first step,

It is said that he will not hit the smiling person, Li Linfu smiled before he spoke, and then politely apologized for Yang Guozhong and An Lushan's impolite words and deeds, temporarily calming the resentment of the monks.

"Please also ask the masters to calm their anger, the two of them are angry for a while, so their words are offensive, and I apologize to the masters for the two of them."

His words immediately aroused the anger of Yang Guozhong and An Lushan, but he didn't care about the four eyes on his back, and the words changed: "But what the two of them said is not completely unreasonable, this time the master of the horse is on the order of the emperor to run an errand, and needs the help of the monks of your temple, it doesn't matter if the master refuses the horse, but if the saint thinks that your temple ignores the majesty of the royal family, I am afraid that it will cause a bloody disaster to your temple." ”

Sure enough, it's vicious enough,

After listening to Li Linfu's words, Yang Ping'an was not in a hurry, and sat down again to look at Li Linfu to see what he planned to do next.

However, the Shaolin Temple Supervisor has a resolute attitude, no matter what, it is a sentence, Shaolin monks will not participate in secular disputes, and will never send monks in the temple to help Yang Ping'an,

Even if Yang Guozhong, An Lushan, and Li Linfu later used both soft and hard coercion and temptation, it was to no avail, and in the end, the Shaolin Temple Prison even issued an expulsion order.

"Wait." Yang Ping'an couldn't wait any longer, he asked the three of them to step back and come to the Shaolin Temple by himself, "What is this master called." ”

"Poor monk Xuanzheng."

"Master Xuanzheng, under the emperor's order, went south to the south of the Yangtze River, in order to calm the chaos in the world, the master is merciful, and he must be willing to do his part for the peace of the world."

"This ......" Xuan Zheng already understood what Yang Ping'an wanted to say, hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "Please forgive Lord Yang, a hundred years ago, the temple set a temple rule, Shaolin monks must not participate in secular disputes, although we also wish the peaceful people of the world to be free from the poison of war, but ...... Please also forgive Lord Yang. ”

Another hundred years ago, Yang Ping'an had a trace of surprise in his mind, and he didn't think much about it: "In this way, I won't force your temple to violate the temple rules, how about I exchange it for a thing." ”

"Swap." When I first saw Yang Ping'an talking, Xuan Zheng still had a good impression, but when he heard this, his good feelings disappeared, and he exchanged an item for something, and regarded the monks of Shaolin Temple as something.

Yang Ping'an could naturally see Xuanzheng's thoughts: "Master don't misunderstand, the road ahead of this trip is full of dangers, but for the sake of the world's peace and save the people of Li from the dire situation, there is no hesitation in the next righteousness, just as the Buddhists say, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell,

However, it is a matter of the safety of the world, and there can be no loss in the next, so I hope that your temple can send a few masters of martial arts to help me, and I am not afraid of death in the next, as long as I can save thousands of people from the war, what does it matter if I die next. ”

The righteous and awe-inspiring words made Xuanzheng speechless, and after a pause, he asked: "The poor monk can't make the decision in this matter. ”

"Eh, master, put this in advance, I know that all the masters are in the temple every time they are cultivating, the food is light and not sticky to meat, and today I specially made a few side dishes, and I also ask the masters to taste, fat."

An Lushan reluctantly opened the food box, took out five or six small plates from it, each plate contained dishes of different colors and shapes, and opened them one by one.

"This is ......" Looking at these dishes of unknown origin, Xuan Zheng frowned,

"Master rest assured, these dishes are all vegetarian dishes, how dare you come here in the Buddhist Gate."

Seeing that Xuan Zheng was still hesitant, An Lushan muttered: "If you want to eat it, you still won't eat it, do you know that this is a dish newly researched by my eldest brother, put it outside, and make at least one or two prices for this small plate." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed a piece and threw it into his mouth, chewing it heavily.

"Ask the master to taste it." Yang Ping'an smiled faintly,

Xuan Zheng nodded slightly, pinched a small piece with his thumb and index finger and put it in his mouth, before he chewed it, his face changed greatly: "Bah, bah, bah, sin, sin, Amitabha." ”

"Hahahaha." Yang Guozhong and Li Linfu burst into laughter, An Lushan took the opportunity to eat a few more pieces, looking at Xuan Zheng's jokes,

"Senior brother."

"Uncle Shi."

"Uncle Shi."

The rest of the monks didn't know what to do, thinking that Xuan Zheng had been plotted and asked to care, Xuan Zheng stretched out his hand and waved to make the monks stop, and then turned to Yang Ping'an: "Why does Lord Yang want to harm the poor monks to break the vows." ”

"Breaking the ring." Yang Ping'an looked confused, and pointed to the thing on the plate, "The master thinks that this thing is a meat dish." ”

"Isn't it?"

In the bite just now, Xuan Zheng obviously ate the taste of meat, thinking that he had been deceived by Yang Ping'an and broke the meat ring, he was furious in his heart, and then broke the anger ring again.

"The master misunderstood, and I guarantee that this thing is vegetarian, but it is made of soybeans, called vegetarian chicken, how can it be regarded as a meat dish, if you don't believe it, the rest of the masters can also come and taste it."

This is what Yang Ping'an intends to use to trade with Shaolin Temple, the recipe for vegetarian chicken,

Shaolin food has always been light, even if these people pursue Qing cultivation, but they can't jump out of the category of "people", so Yang Ping'an pondered for several days before he thought of making various vegetarian chicken foods with tofu skin, even if some Shaolin monks have been able to overcome their appetite, but it is only a small amount,

As long as most monks like to eat it, he can use the recipe of vegetarian chicken to trade with Shaolin.

He insisted that this was a vegetarian diet, Xuan Zheng insisted that this thing tasted meaty, and neither of the two refused to back down, and the rest of the monks watched it for a long time, and a few of them suddenly opened their mouths, willing to test the Fa by themselves...... Uh, try the dishes by yourself, pick up a piece and put it in your mouth, chew it carefully, and then swallow it into your stomach.

"This thing really doesn't seem to be a meat dish."

"Well, although there is some taste of meat dishes, but when you taste it carefully, it has the fragrance of yellow mushroom."

This is the Lord who has always been unfirm, he is my ally, Yang Ping'an doesn't say anything, he just smiles at Xuanzheng,

Seeing more and more monks wanting to try it, Xuan Zheng's face became more and more ugly, and at this time, Yang Ping'an's suggestion made his frowning brows stretch.

"Master, why don't you ask the master in charge of the room to come and evaluate it, they cook the ingredients all year round, and they must be able to judge whether this thing is meat or vegetarian."

Xuanzheng now also needs to distinguish whether the so-called vegetarian chicken in front of him is a vegetarian dish or not, if not, he and the monks who have just tasted it will have to recite the scriptures in front of the Buddha tonight.

"You guys, go and bring Dao Ji here."

Daoji, this crazy monk has it at this time,

When he saw the person who came, Yang Ping'an understood that this Daoji was not the other Daoji, his body was thin and unbearable, he was around thirty years old, and the most impressive thing was the pair of cross-eyed.

As soon as he came, he attracted all the limelight in the hall to him: "You bald donkeys, what are you calling the Buddha to do?" ”

was full of foul language, and no one dared to show his anger on his face, even if Xuan Zheng saluted him in a proper manner, and called him "Uncle Shi",

"Don't talk nonsense." Thirty-year-old Dao Ji patted Xuanzheng on the shoulder of the prison director who was about fifty years old, "Little bald donkey, say, what the hell, if you dare to entertain the Buddha, see if the Buddha doesn't open your buttocks." ”

Yang Ping'an and the others couldn't help laughing, and Xuan Zheng pointed to the table with a flushed face: "Uncle Shi, this donor has sent a few dishes, called vegetarian chicken ......"

"Chicken, have muscle to eat, that's the Buddha's favorite."

said that it was too late, and then it was too fast, but I saw Dao Ji get up with both hands, and after a few clicks, a plate was empty, and his cheeks were bulging, and he chewed in his mouth: "Poof, the little bald donkey dares to lie to the Buddha, this is meat." ”