"Disciple Yuantong, meet Uncle Instinct!" Master Yuantong respectfully bowed to the thin old monk in front of him with his hands folded.

The thin old monk was about sixty or seventy years old, skinny like a skeleton covered with a layer of skin, and a pair of deeply sunken eyes were usually blazing, but at this time his eyes were dull and loveless, and he was decadent nestled in the Taipan chair like a big smoker.

He is the instinct master of one of the four great King Kongs of the Shaolin School, and he is also the president of Luoyang Martial Arts University with the honor of the first seat of the Prajna Hall.

Hearing this, the Instinct Master raised his heavy eyelids and looked at Master Yuantong, and sighed with emotion: "Yuantong, you have lost ...... weight."

In one sentence, Master Yuantong almost shed tears, and Master Yuantong had a sour nose: "Uncle, you have also reduced your ......"

The two old monks are more than 100 years old, and the atmosphere in the principal's office has changed dramatically in just two sentences of dialogue, and there is quite a sensational feeling of "caring for each other without words, only a thousand tears, holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, but speechless and choking......

"Nam no drink Rata Dora Yeya, Nam no Ah Yaya, Brahmaroda Shutter Rakya, Bodhisattva Bada Baba ......"

Suddenly, a melodious and melodious Buddhist chanting ruined the atmosphere, and a rice smartphone lit up on the Taipan desk.

The instinct master picked up the phone slowly, and when he looked at the caller ID, his face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously sat up straight, and respectfully connected the phone: "Disciple instinct, meet the abbot!" Be...... Be...... Let the abbot worry about you...... Be...... Be...... Rest assured...... Disciple Guarantee...... Amitabha Buddha ......"

After hanging up the phone, the instinct master's face became gloomy, and his deeply sunken little eyes stared at Yuantong: "How's the investigation?" ”

"Uncle Hui Instinct," Yuantong hurriedly lowered his head and said cautiously: "The Xishan monk who contracted the canteen, he himself eats fasting and recites Buddha, and he is also the cousin of the [Bodhi Academy] Uncle Honxiang's layman, he is considered a person from our Shaolin, so he should be reliable......

"The disciple also led someone to thoroughly check the food in the cafeteria yesterday, and there was no sign of poisoning from the leftovers. And although the disciples vomited and diarrhea so badly that it didn't work with any medicine, it had basically stopped by noon today, and the disciples also sampled some students and found no problems, so this may really be just an accident......

"It's just that the students vomit and diarrhea, and the "King Kong Incorruptible Divine Skill" in this seat is already in a state of perfection, and it still vomits and diarrhea, and it can't be stopped at all!" The Instinct Master frowned and said coldly, "As a result, you told me it was an accident?" ”

"Disciple ......" A layer of white sweat suddenly appeared on Master Yuantong's bright head: "Disciple go and investigate ...... again"

"Forget it!" The instinct master pursed his shriveled old mouth: "No need to check, if that person is an enemy, this seat has already passed away!"

"In my opinion, the man may have wanted to say hello to me in this way, and he will appear on his own......"

"That disciple ......" Master Yuantong asked cautiously, "What should I do, and ask Senior Uncle Instinct to make it clear......"

"Do what you have to do." The instinct master frowned and said, "Color is emptiness, is color understand?" ”

"Uh, Amitabha Buddha ......" Master Yuantong reacted quickly, folded his hands and bowed down: "Disciple understands......"

"Good, good, good......" The instinct master drooped his eyelids weakly, and the old monk had not recovered yet, so this was the order to expel the guest.

"Uncle Instinct, the disciple still has something to report!" Master Yuantong hurriedly said: "There is a freshman named Murong Kunpeng in the freshman year......"

"What's wrong?" The instinctive master's brow, which had just relaxed, furrowed again.

“…… He seems to have an extraordinary background, and the disciple is worried that he is the Tianjiao of other sects......" Master Yuantong asked cautiously: "Do you want the disciple to check on him......"

"Yuantong, color is empty, is color understand?" The master of instinct snorted coldly: "If you don't understand, you will retreat, and then come out when you understand!" ”

"Disciple understands......" Master Yuantong hurriedly folded his hands and gave Master Instinct a deep look: "Disciple retires......"

"Good!" The master of instinct drooped his eyelids impatiently: Lao Wei is really heartbroken for this broken school!

……

"So we're bankrupt now?" Murong Kunpeng looked at the pile of large bags of Chinese medicinal materials under the bed, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Yes, Brother Bird...... "Aki also twitched the corners of his mouth next to him, although the school cafeteria only provides vegetarian food, but it is not a free meal, it costs the same money, yesterday "Murong Kunpeng" frantically bought Chinese medicinal materials, and now it is dinner time, everyone else goes to eat, and the two brothers can only guard the Chinese medicine here to draw circles.

"Throw them all away!" Murong Kunpeng waved at Aki irritably, and then went to open all the windows to breathe.

"Brother Bird, this is all in exchange for money!" Aki was in pain, and yesterday his little coffers were forced to contribute.

"Can you eat it?"

“…… No. ”

"Can you play?"

“…… Nor can it. ”

"Can it work?"

“…… Not even more. ”

"Can you exchange money?"

"Brother Bird, if you don't say it, I'll throw it away!" Aki went out with a sad face and a large bag of small bags, and the "Nineteen Bags of Beggar Gang Elders" reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

"Wait a minute!" Murong Kunpeng's heart suddenly moved, and he stopped Aki again.

Aki, who walked to the door with a large bag and a small bag, was overjoyed and turned around: Brother Bird wants to be embarrassed with me?

"I've bought everything, I'll see if I can use it!" Murong Kunpeng frowned, covered his nose, asked Aji to put down the large bags of Chinese medicinal materials, and after checking them one by one, Murong Kunpeng had a bold idea.

When he dreamed before, he usually forgot when he woke up, but this time he dreamed, but he remembered it all clearly, as if it were the real thing.

Especially in order to please him, Zheng Haoyu also deliberately explained the beauty Dan Dan Fang to him, and the Dan Fang was like engraved in his heart, and he couldn't forget it.

I don't know why, he always feels that this Danfang is real!

Although there were definitely no medicinal materials on the earth, Murong Kunpeng considered replacing them with the medicinal materials that were available on the earth.

I bought it all, just treat it as a refining game, anyway, the alchemy will not get pregnant, what if something is really refined!

On a whim, Murong Kunpeng plugged in the assembled electric cooker again, added Chinese medicinal materials to the pot according to his own understanding, and had to thank Jiang Hanxue for buying nineteen kinds in one go, and it was almost enough to put it together.

Seeing Murong Kunpeng boiling medicine, Aki was about to cry: Brother Bird has only been better for a long time - is he sick again?