"If you want me to say, we warrior monks, we don't have to do morning classes at all, what's the use of doing it, and we don't give lectures to others, don't you say?"

"Yes, it's suffocating, I can't move for more than an hour, stupid as fast wood."

"I'm even more miserable, the senior brother sitting in front of me farted so hard that he almost smoked me to death."

"Hey, you have such ideas, why don't you go to the abbot and say, who dares to say these words to the abbot, we will obey him!"

At the end of the morning class, everyone walked out in groups, and many warrior monks were complaining.

When Wen Seng heard these words, he shook his head and left, with an expression that you are rotten wood.

The warrior monk is not ashamed, similar to this kind of complaint, it will be carried out once a day, and if the warrior monk does not say so, he will definitely be regarded as an outlier by everyone.

After all, this is the tradition of warrior monks, since the appearance of Shaolin Temple, generations of warrior monks, just like that, complained, let's talk about not breaking the law.

"Brother Xing, how do you feel, I listened to a morning class, and I feel like my head is going to explode!"

Xing Nan walked out with Wang Xu, learning the appearance of a rest, and drawing circles on his head.

Wang Xu shook his head slightly, and said, "Let's go, save some energy, and stay for breakfast." ”

"Breakfast!"

Xing Nan licked his lips, and the whole person came to his senses, and whispered: "The food of our Shaolin Temple, that's really nothing, you can swallow your tongue if you can eat." Pok-flavored tofu, chicken thigh-flavored bamboo shoots, mutton-flavored xiaolongbao, you have never eaten it. The best thing is that there is no meat in it at all, but it can make you eat the taste of meat, which is simply amazing! ”

There was the sound of swallowing saliva all around, and everyone was a little faster when they thought of eating.

Wang Xu nodded noncommittally, this is the world of the evolution of the god of food in the movie, and food is of course the first.

Tang Niu, who shined in the movie and snatched the identity of Stephen Zhou's god of food, is an inconspicuous member of the Shaolin Temple.

You must know that after Tang Niu arrived on Hong Kong Island, he swept through the major restaurants and fought the invincible existence of the chef world.

Here you can see how powerful the kitchen of the Shaolin Temple is, so delicious that it will make you cry.

"It's time to eat, there are four dishes today, fried lotus root, fried tofu, fried eggplant, vegetarian meatballs, and a pot of mushroom soup. Each person can make two dishes, a soup, rice and steamed buns to eat as you like, not enough to make the kitchen noodles. ”

The fat monk like the big-bellied Maitreya Buddha stood at the door of the canteen to report the name of the dish, and his voice was obviously not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

When Wang Xu walked into the cafeteria, he looked at this person twice, and his intuition told him that this was a master, at least with the realm of a grandmaster.

"Senior Brother Xingnan, who is this person?" Wang Xu called out and pointed to the fat monk.

Xing Nan looked at it and said with a smile: "This is Xing Chong, he is different from us, he is not a monk or a warrior monk, strictly speaking, a fire-headed monk." His master is the legal brother of the kitchen, the law of the precepts, in charge of the kitchen of the Shaolin Temple, you have to deal with him if you want to eat, and if the relationship is good, you can open a small stove. ”

Wang Xu heard it secretly, a grandmaster-level martial artist is actually just a fire-headed monk of Shaolin Temple, should it be so exaggerated.

Moreover, the fire-headed monks of the Xingzi generation can produce grandmaster-level masters, and what kind of warrior monks must be.

It can't be, a group of professional martial arts practitioners might as well be a fire-burning cook, then it would be a shame to throw it to grandma's house.

"I see you're very fresh, aren't you?" Thinking so in his heart, Wang Xu walked to the window where he was cooking.

The person in charge of cooking is also a disciple of the Xingzi generation, and he is a fire-headed monk like Xingchong, looking him up and down.

"I've seen my brother." Wang Xu clasped his hands together and said with a clear eye.

The fire-headed monk who was cooking nodded with satisfaction, took out a plate from behind him, and said, "Then, don't say that Senior Brother doesn't take care of you, you can choose one more dish today, and there will be no such good thing next time." ”

"Thank you, brother."

Wang Xu nodded slightly, and took the plate and chose three dishes: fried eggplant, vegetarian meatballs, and fried tofu.

Each of the three dishes is a spoonful, which is large and generous.

Walking to the window next to him with his plate, after passing through two windows, there was an extra bowl of rice and a bowl of mushroom soup on the plate.

There are not many dishes and variety, but it smells so good.

Wang Xu remembered the best food he had ever eaten, one was an alien fish from the black super special police plane, and the other was a Manchu and Han banquet made by the kitchen god robot of the reverse world plane.

But compared to here, the ingredients are sky-high, but the taste can only be said to be equal.

You know, this is a big pot of rice, cooking for hundreds of people at a time.

Comparing two by two, whether it is the kitchen god robot or the alien fish made by the food star, they have been thrown out of a few streets.

"Senior brother, eat quickly, I will go to practice martial arts in a while, and I can't eat a little more." Seeing that Wang Xu was in a daze, Xing Nan couldn't help but urge.

Wang Xu didn't answer, and began to eat while holding the rice bowl.

One word, incense, two words, really fragrant.

Wang Xu is relatively restrained, and some monks who can't be restrained simply licked the plates, which are cleaner than dogs.

After breakfast, and resting for a while, about eight o'clock, the monks went their own way.

The monk went to the Manjushri Hall to knock on the scriptures and recite the Buddha, and the monk went to the Houshan school to practice martial arts.

Wang Xu is also one of the warrior monks, but he did not go to the martial arts training ground, but went to the abbot's room of the master of the dream relic.

"Idiot, how was your sleep last night?" In the abbot's room, Master Mengyi was meditating and asked with his eyes closed.

"It's okay, it's just that the feet of a few senior brothers are indeed a little stinky, and I'm not used to it."

Wang Xu clasped his hands together and told the truth.

Four people in one monk's house, three pairs of stinky feet, it is simply a chemical weapon.

Hearing Wang Xu's answer, the corners of Master Mengyi's mouth twitched slightly, and he recited two sentences of Amitabha Buddha in a row.

Wang Xu smiled awkwardly, no longer entangled in this question, and asked: "Master Abbot, I am now a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, when will you teach me the Washing of the Pulp Sutra?" ”

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and when you integrate into the monks and can mingle with them, that's when you teach you to wash the marrow sutra." After Master Mengyi said this, his tone paused slightly, "During this period, you are thinking about it, in fact, being a monk... Very good! ”

Wang Xu just bowed his head and said nothing, Master Mengyi looked forty or fifty years old, in fact, he was eighty-six years old and had been a monk for more than half a century.

For him, of course, being a monk is good, and he has long been accustomed to it.

Unless Wang Xu has a brain pump, he will give himself a few ring incense scars, and sit under the Buddha statue all day long and giggle.

"You and my Buddha still haven't reached fate, it seems that the poor monk can't keep you."

Master Mengyi shook his head regretfully, waved his hand, and said, "Go, go, come back in three months..."

"Amitabha!" Wang Xu folded his hands and bowed back.

When he arrived outside the abbot's room, he exhaled his breath and muttered, "Strange, could it be that I really have a relationship with the Buddha, otherwise how could Master Mengyi want me to be a monk so much?" ”

Wang Xu inquired last night, and the master of the dream relics seemed to be chattering, but in fact it was not simple.

Master Mengyi entered Shaolin at the age of six, this year is 2000, and the master is 86 years old, which means that he was born in 1914 and joined the Shaolin Temple in 1920.

In his life, he has experienced warlord wars, fighting against Japanese invaders, civil wars, cultural revolutions, three years of famine, reform and opening up, and can be said to have endured ups and downs for a long time.

The words spoken by such people often have special meanings, and Wang Xu couldn't help but wonder if he had exposed something that made Master Mengyi think that he was very important.

Wang Xu thought back to what he had done, and after thinking about it, there were really a lot of flaws.

First of all, if he investigates carefully, he will not find this person in this world.

A person who can take out a thousand catties of gold, but can't find any clues, is a very suspicious thing in itself.

In addition, in addition to the fact that money can't be explained, he can't explain the Yi Jin Jing clearly.

Last night, Master Mengyi knocked on the side and asked him about the Yijin Sutra, and he just said that he had accidentally obtained the inheritance of a wandering monk.

I remember that the master of the dream relics at that time had a very strange face, as if his sigh was mixed with memories.

This can't help but make Wang Xu have a guess, could it be that outside of Shaolin, there is really a wandering monk who will learn the Yijin Sutra, and his appearance makes the master of the dream relict think crookedly.

Thinking about it carefully, it was really after knowing that he knew how to change the Jingjing, and Master Mengyi's attitude changed greatly, and he tried every possible way to make him a monk.