"I only need to watch Stephen Zhou, and I can learn the Purifying Pulp Sutra?" Wang Xu raised his head slightly and confirmed it again.

Master Mengyi nodded in affirmation, and whispered: "Within a month, you can't let him leave Shaolin Temple for half a step, one day can't be more, one day can't be less..."

After saying this, the Dream Relic Master floated away, and as if a pulley was installed under his feet, he quickly disappeared in front of Wang Xu's eyes.

Wang Xu stood in place and was silent for a while, Stephen Zhou in the movie was just an ordinary person before he entered Shaolin, and he didn't even know a little martial arts, so it should be easy to guard him for a month.

Sealing the Dharma Cave, Wang Xu walked in the temple, looking for Stephen Zhou's whereabouts.

Stephen Zhou was found by the Dream Relic Master last night when he rolled down the cliff, and when Wang Xu arrived, he was lying on the bed, and a little novice was in charge of dressing.

Seeing Wang Xu coming in, Xiao Shami put down the ointment, stood up with his hands folded and called out to Senior Brother.

Wang Xu nodded slightly, turned his head to look at Stephen Zhou, and found that Stephen Zhou was recovering well, looking quite energetic.

After looking at each other for a moment, the atmosphere fell silent.

During this period, Xiao Shami applied the ointment and left with the gold sore medicine, leaving only Wang Xu and the others in the room.

Stephen Zhou struggled to sit up, and when he moved, he touched the wound on his body, and immediately grinned in pain.

"Master, do you know where the Chinese Culinary Arts Training Institute is?" Enduring the pain on the wound, Stephen Zhou leaned against the wall and looked up at Wang Xu and asked.

Wang Xu raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically, "Chinese Culinary Arts Training Institute?" ”

"Yes, I'm from Hong Kong Island, do you know the god of food on Hong Kong Island, that person is me. But I was defeated, and the person who defeated me was called Tang Niu, and his strength was very strong, saying that unless I could find the Chinese Chef Training Institute, I would have to wait for the next life to regain the position of the God of Food. I inquired with people for a long time, and found out that the Chinese Chef Training Institute is near the Shaolin Temple, but I can't find it? ”

Stephen looked depressed, he didn't want to prove anything to others, but he had to get back what he had lost.

His previous definition of the God of Food was just a process of self-packaging, using the sign of the God of Food to deceive consumers.

And now, in Stephen Zhou's mind, the God of Food is no longer a signboard, but his ideal and pursuit.

Therefore, he very much hopes to start all over again, stand at the World Culinary Competition, and win back the word God of Food that he lost.

"If you want to find a Chinese Chef Training Institute, then come with me."

Wang Xu took Stephen Zhou out of the meditation room and went straight to the Shaolin Temple kitchen, and when he pushed open the door of the Shaolin Temple kitchen, Stephen Zhou also asked him what he was doing here.

In the next second, a burst of fragrance wafted out, and Stephen Zhou was stunned and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

In front of the eye, hundreds of fire-headed monks are standing neatly in front of the stove, some are chopping vegetables, some are making soup, some are stir-frying on high heat, and some are simmering slowly over low heat.

Stephen Chow couldn't close his mouth in surprise, and in his sight, a monk in his twenties, was carving radishes with a carving knife.

I saw that this monk walked like a dragon, and in just a dozen breaths, he carved a carrot into the image of Guanyin.

The whole process was carried out under Stephen Zhou's nose, and it was precisely because he saw it with his own eyes that he became more and more unbelievable that someone would be so fast in the knife union.

"This is..."Stephen Zhou turned his head with difficulty, his eyes widened, and he said in a loud voice, "Chinese Chef Training Academy?" ”

Wang Xu didn't answer, but said: "Tang Niu, who defeated you, is called Xingkong here, his cooking skills are medium to high, anyway, the dishes that the abbot eats are not his turn to fry." ”

"So powerful?" Stephen Chow craned his neck exaggeratedly and put his hands to his mouth, with a frightened expression of wanting to eat his hands.

Wang Xu ignored his funny, looked up at the sky, and said, "It's almost time for breakfast, isn't it so powerful, you will know it after a while." In addition, the monk's breakfast is only a big pot of rice, and what really makes people amazing is the meal prepared for the abbot master and the head of each courtyard.

If you have the money, the canteen is open to tourists at noon, and you can also come and order a few signature dishes to try, although these signature dishes are not as good as those specially prepared for the abbot master, but the level is not worse than that made by Tang Niu. ”

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

After the morning class, the monks walked into the kitchen in twos and threes, and went to cook as they did every day.

Wang Xu pulled Stephen Monday and took him into the cafeteria to eat.

Ten minutes later, with his two dishes and one soup, Stephen Zhou and Wang Xu sat together.

Looking at Wang Xu's plate, Stephen Zhou found that Wang Xu had three dishes, and his own and the monks around him were two dishes.

Before the meal was eaten, Stephen Zhou wondered and asked in a low voice, "Why do you have three dishes?" ”

"Relying on the mountains and relying on the water to eat the water, I have a relationship in the kitchen, isn't it normal to make more dishes?" Wang Xu took a mouthful of green vegetables and put it in his mouth, raised his hand and waved his hand at Xingshan.

Stephen Zhou's expression was a little stunned, and he said in a daze: "Didn't you say that everyone is equal in front of the Buddha?" How can there be unspoken rules in Shaolin Temple? ”

"Everyone is equal in front of the Buddha, but there is no Buddha here, and some are just a group of monks who practice Buddhism. Why do we need to practice Buddhism, because we are not Buddhas, just talk about it on an equal footing, and if it is really useful, you and I will not be able to sit here. Wang Xu ate the food and said vaguely, "Eat quickly, the food won't taste good if it's cold." ”

Stephen Zhou ate his food and thought about Wang Xu's words.

The Zen ancestral garden is not a quiet place, there are so many twists and turns in the most basic kitchen, and there will only be more in other places.

It seems that I have to be careful, and I finally found the Chinese Culinary Training Institute, and there are many jokes about the overturned boat in the gutter.

"Senior nephew, you are finally out of the customs, but let's wait for a while!" While the two were eating their fast, laughter suddenly sounded in their ears.

Stephen Zhou looked up and saw eighteen golden bronze figures standing there, which was really dazzling.

"Uncle Shi!"

Seeing the eighteen bronze people coming, Wang Xu showed a little smile, there are not many people who have a good relationship in Shaolin Temple, except for doing good, doing difficult, and walking tigers, and these eighteen golden bald donkeys have a good relationship with him.

"Senior nephew, you have been in retreat for many months at a time, and you have to relax and relax this time. After breakfast in a while, let's go to Muren Lane to push two handfuls, and take you out in the evening to sing karaoke! ”

The No. 1 bronze man came up and hooked his shoulders with Wang Xu, and while talking, he squeezed his eyebrows and winked.

The rest of the bronze people stood aside and laughed lewdly, the smile was enough to scare the children into crying, how could there be the seriousness of the Shaolin door god.

Stephen looked around, he was a newcomer he didn't know anyone, and he couldn't even interject if he wanted to.

After waiting for a while, the eighteen bronze men left, and then asked in a low voice, "Who are those people?" ”

"Muren Alley, eighteen people, all dressed in gold, guarding the gate, who do you say they are?" Wang Xu asked rhetorically.

Stephen Zhou swallowed his saliva, and said in a long voice: "Shaolin Temple, eighteen bronze people? ”

"I know and ask!"

Wang Xu ate up the meal in two bites, put the chopsticks on the plate, and said: "The one who just talked to me is the boss of the eighteen bronze men, I don't know what his name is, I only know that he claims to be the No. 1 bronze man." Don't you want to learn cooking skills in Shaolin, wait a while, I'll take you to play two tricks with them, and then invite the eighteen bronze people to come forward in the evening and make an appointment with the kitchen steward to have a meal. If you learn cooking in Shaolin, you can't succeed in three or two bottles, and if you drink it in place, you won't succeed. ”

"Really?"

Stephen Zhou was overjoyed, and then reacted, looked at Wang Xu with strange eyes, and asked: "Let's meet in Pingshui, you are a matchmaker and a bridge, and you are so good to me, are we long-lost brothers?" ”

"Brother, you didn't wake up, did you?"

Wang Xu smiled indifferently, and the next moment, looking at Stephen Zhou's puzzled expression, he waved his hand at him, "I see that you have a heavenly bone on your forehead and a spiritual light in your eyes, and you will definitely be able to soar in the future." As for me, invest before you soar, and then repay me after you soar. ”

"Okay, if the little brother can soar into the sky, I will never forget you, brother." Stephen Zhou couldn't understand what Wang Xu really meant, so he only listened to one side, and then patted his chest and assured loudly.

Wang Xu smiled very kindly, patted Stephen Zhou's shoulder, and said, "Brother, let's just say it!" ”

"A word is decided, you will be my eldest brother in the future, you cover me when you are in Shaolin, I will cover you when you go out of Shaolin, let's take soup and wine, I will do it first as respect!" Stephen Zhou picked up the soup bowl and dried it in a few sips.

After drinking a bowl of soup in one go, Stephen Zhou touched the corners of his mouth, and said with a secret smile in his heart: "I, Stephen Zhou, really have my own natural appearance, and when I came to Shaolin Temple, a place where birds don't, I can actually find a backer, it's really ..... Clams clams clams, make a lot of money! ”