"Yamazo, although this matter is set from above, but in the end, the road still has to be chosen by yourself, once you go out, then you can really only rely on yourself."

At the Chengxi Passenger Station in Hunan, the old abbot Mengyi looked at the little bald head in front of him who had changed his clothes, and looked like he was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and couldn't help but persuade again.

The little bald head looked a little ignorant, but there was a persistence in his eyes:

"Master, I don't know much about Qi Tian's Kitchen Sutra and Changsheng Cuisine, but if you learn it, you can make the Central Plains food world better, right?"

"That's right." Master Dream Shift nodded, and the little bald head spoke again:

"Then I'm going to do it!"

Master Mengyi, who had never seen a little bald head so solemnly, sighed, and finally didn't say anything more.

The little bald head saluted the old monk, turned around and walked into the station, took the train that had been prepared for a long time, and drove to his destination......

……

Walking out of the station, the little bald head poured out of the carriage along the flow of people, and after a few steps, he heard someone speak:

"Is it Master Xuanzang?"

"Ah, Xuanzang is the code name for me to learn to cook in Shaolin Temple, and now I am still vulgar, you can call me a layman's name, Chen Shanzang."

Listening to the words of the little bald head in front of him, the man who picked up the car nodded, took out the documents in his arms and showed him them, and then said:

"I am a staff member of the Central Plains Food Association, and the president asked me to pick me up."

"Okay, the abbot told me." Chen Shanzang checked his documents, and without too much suspicion, he followed the other party into the car, but the car did not take him directly to the headquarters of the Food Association, but came to an ordinary-looking house, where he saw a man who looked to be about fifty years old.

Although he studied art in Shaolin Temple, he also went online, so he naturally knew the name of the chairman of the back pot, and immediately habitually folded his hands and said:

"Chen Shanzang has met the president."

"No need to be polite, sit down." The president looked at the little bald head in front of him appreciatively, and while motioning to the secretary to pour tea, he said:

"Do you know what I'm looking for this time?"

"Is it because of the Monkey King Sutra?" Chen Shanzang asked bluntly.

The president nodded, shook his head again, and said:

"Although there are factors in this regard, the point is not here, in fact, I have met nine young people like you today, although they have not realized some essence from the Qi Tian Kitchen Sutra like you, but they are all talented people, and the goal I gave is the same - the International Food Competition in ten years."

"But I only have steamed steamed buns better." Chen Shanzang seemed a little surprised, but the chairman shook his head and said:

"So it's ten years from now."

As he spoke, he took a folder from his secretary's hand, took out all kinds of documents in it and put them on the table, and said while displaying them:

"Now there are two ways, one is to stay in China, I will try my best to train you until ten years later, and take the national channel to participate in the audition, and the other way is to ask you to go abroad, experience, study, and then compete for the audition quota by yourself."

When the president said this, he planned to explain the resources that can be obtained by the two paths, but Chen Shanzang spoke first:

"I'll choose the second option."

"Why? Don't listen to the treatment first? The president was a little surprised by this, but the little bald head responded with clear and stupid eyes like a high school student-

"The players in the previous editions should have been specially trained, right? But they've been cultivated since they were young, and they haven't been ranked yet, so I think it's better to rely on themselves. ”

The little bald head was speechless for a moment, but it was in line with his thoughts, and after a slight pause to adjust his language, he continued:

"In that case, then it's decided, we have prepared a bodyguard for you, but whether you can get his recognition or not depends on yourself."

"Admit it?" Chen Shanzang was slightly curious, but the president did not say it explicitly, but said:

"That's a madman who has become obsessed with martial arts, in order to comprehend the martial arts in the Monkey King Sutra, fanatically imitated the Monkey King, trying to get closer to the other party, although he did not realize the cooking skills, but he has cultivated a very high level of martial arts cultivation, and there is a legend that he once got a ......peach from the Monkey King."

"Is the legend of the Monkey King manifesting from time to time true?" Chen Shanzang's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, the elder just said noncommittally:

"It's just a rumor in the market, no one can prove it is true or not, after all, except for old age and death, no one can prove whether it is true or not, although the bodyguard arranged for you is not young, but with his martial arts cultivation, even if he has never eaten a peach, there is nothing surprising to live for another hundred and eighty years."

"And how am I going to get his approval?" Chen Shanzang felt a little yearning in his heart, and couldn't help asking, but the president just spread his hands and said:

"You make the most satisfying food for him."

……

Leaving Tiangong City, Chen Shanzang got into a special car, and after galloping all the way, he was slightly stunned-

Because what appeared in front of him was not an imaginary hotel or a private house, but a ......

【Marble Mountain Psychiatric Hospital】

"Why a mental hospital?"

Chen Shanzang asked directly, and when the staff heard this, they said with a little embarrassment:

"This master practiced martial arts to the point of madness, in order to let himself comprehend the Monkey King Sutra, he imitated the Monkey King from all aspects, and finally made himself mentally ill and regarded himself as the real Monkey King.

"And it's strange to say, as soon as he did this, he really realized a set of exercises from the Qi Tian Kitchen Sutra, and at that time, he gathered all the masters in Tiangong City, and he couldn't leave him behind.

But then when he reappeared, the illness somehow suddenly cured, according to him, it was the real Monkey King who gave him a peach, but it is difficult to say whether this thing is true or not.

"The boss was worried that after the news came out, everyone imitated Monkey King according to his method, so the news was blocked, and with his combat effectiveness, no one dared to really say the sentence, and finally after discussing it from all sides, he was sent to a mental hospital.

"He himself also knows that he has been in trouble before, but he has no resistance, and he usually accepts some official tasks, but they are basically short-term, and this business trip may take ten years, so he will propose to test whether the protected person is qualified to be protected by him."

Listening to the staff's rather regretful tone, Chen Shanzang couldn't help but sigh, but what he didn't know was that what this staff member sighed about was not that this master was imprisoned here, but because-

"Why didn't he wait for him to beat Zhao Yu to death?!"

The Jade Emperor was a big coward, and the Tie Zhao family didn't run away.

(End of chapter)