"You're here to find out, right?"

As soon as Yang Fan left, the medicine monk held the teapot, crossed Erlang's legs, took a sip of tea, and squinted at Qin Shiming.

"No, I'm really here to learn."

Qin Shiming said with a sincere face: "Since the last time I saw your senior's miraculous fire control surgery, I am very impressed, kid, my heart is itchy, and I want to learn from you." ”

"Fire control?"

The medicine monk was stunned for a moment, his little eyes were dripping, and he suddenly changed his tone and said, "It's not impossible to want to learn, but I have one condition." ”

"On what terms?"

"What is your relationship with the Holy Maiden? She protects you so much? ”

Sure enough, a normal person has curiosity, and the medicine monk who has lived for an unknown number of years is no exception.

"I, I have nothing to do with the saint, she asked me to call her aunt."

Qin Shiming spread his hands and looked helpless.

His answer was half-true and ambiguous, calling his aunt true, and it was true that it didn't matter, but it was absolutely impossible for Qin Shiming to tell the story of the saint and grandfather when they were young.

Everyone has privacy, everyone has a past.

"Auntie?"

The medicine monk was stunned, "She didn't tell you anything?" ”

"Nope."

"Impossible."

The medicine monk looked Qin Shiming up and down seriously, and said to himself: "I have known the Holy Maiden for more than 30 years, and I have never seen her respect a junior, and I have never seen her give others a good face. ”

"Are you not telling the truth?"

"Senior, I really didn't lie to you, besides, I'm a little kid, what little action can hide from your eyes? Isn't it revealing all at once? ”

The old rules, thousands of wears, sycophants don't wear.

At this time, the touting and praise is over.

"That's right, the old monk, I don't have any other abilities, just these eyes are transparent, and there is no one I can't see through."

After speaking, the medicine monk raised his chin proudly.

"Senior, you care so much about the saint, your old man won't like the saint, right?"

Qin Shiming saw that he was coaxed, and hurriedly asked.

Well, he's curious, too.

"Nonsense!"

When the medicine monk heard this, his face suddenly sank, the purple sand teapot slammed on the table, and he glared: "The old monk, I have six pure roots, and I have already cut off the seven emotions and six desires, how can I have a child's private relationship?" ”

"What I want in my life is to be the Buddha, the Buddha, the Dharma, the Buddha!"

"Yes, yes, your old man looks like a monk, boy Meng Lang, you should slap your mouth."

Qin Shiming's heart is like a mirror, and he will not dismantle it.

What happened to the monk? Is the monk emotionless? Nowadays, many monks play more than anyone else, chanting scriptures during the day, "learning scriptures" at night, and their wives and children are hot pits, without delaying anything.

As the name suggests, the wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart.

"Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing in the future."

The medicine monk glared at Qin Shiming, and then he gave up.

"Come into the house with me."

Afterwards, the medicine monk led Qin Shiming into his own alchemy pharmacy, and when he entered a strong smell of medicinal materials, Qin Shiming looked left and right, and secretly smacked his tongue.

The pharmacy is very large, more than 100 square meters, and the left and right sides of the door are all medicine shelves more than two meters high, and the herbs on it are all rare and exotic, which are very precious.

Facing the door, there is a medicine stove about one meter high, the medicine stove is black, how to say the shape, a bit similar to Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, the flame in the furnace is booming.

Strangely, Qin Shiming didn't see any burning objects in the house.

I saw the medicine monk walk to the door of the furnace, push it flat with one palm, and the flame was a little stronger, and when the hand was withdrawn again, there was a light blue flame beating in the palm of the palm.

"Here, try the temperature."

The medicine monk squinted and smiled.

Seeing that the medicine monk was smiling weirdly, Qin Shiming knew that there was a deception, but he still tentatively stretched out his hand.

"Shhhh

Just touching the edge of the Dao flame, Qin Shiming withdrew his hand with a "rub", and his fingers instantly blistered.

"Hey, hey."

Monk Yao smiled even more happily, "Boy, you are a person who is afraid of fire, how can you learn fire control techniques?" ”

"Senior, what kind of fire is this, why is it so powerful?"

Qin Shiming didn't care about the ridicule of the medicine monk, he only felt the hot pain in his fingers, as if he was still roasting on the fire.

"Fire is also graded."

This time, the medicine monk did not sell the guanzi, and controlled a flame between them, and the flames kept changing color.

"Fire, it's also graded, isn't it all fire?"

Qin Shiming didn't quite understand.

In Qin Shiming's eyes, the fire is one by one, what level is it?

"Silly boy." The medicine monk shook his head and said, "We usually use color to classify the flames, for example, the orange flame is the weakest, the red flame, the blue flame is the closer, the purple flame is the purple flame, and finally the white flame. ”

"As a simple example, what color is the flame of a normal lighter?"

Qin Shiming recalled, "The red one, no, it should be yellow and red." ”

"What about windproof lighters?"

"Purple or blue."

"Which flame is more lethal?"

“……”

Qin Shiming stopped talking for a while, obviously it was some small details in life, and he understood the truth, but he didn't think about it so deeply.

"Do you know why the colors are different? In other words, why are they all fires, some fires are very powerful, and some fires are mediocre in destructive power? ”

The medicine monk asked again.

"Because the fuel is different?"

Qin Shiming tried to answer.

"You can't say you're wrong, but it's not entirely right."

The medicine monk didn't shake his head, nor did he nod, but just let Qin Shiming look at the flames on his fingers, and the flames kept changing color.

"The fuel is the same, why is the color different?"

"You're a good fire-controlling man?"

Qin Shiming said cautiously.

"You're a good boy!"

Sure enough, this trick was very useful, and the medicine monk smiled happily, and then patiently explained: "Because the fuel energy is somewhat different, accurate control of the energy output is equivalent to opening a valve for the stove, and the fire is large and small, and it can be controlled at will." ”

"Let's say I want to make soup, hey, it's orange flames."

"If I want to stir-fry the crayfish, hey, then the blue flame."

"If I'm going to refine gold, it has to be a purple flame, or even a white flame."

The medicine monk has the ingredients to show off, but it is indeed clear and clear to Qin Shiming.

"It turns out that fire control is also about scientific principles."

"Nonsense!"

Monk Yao rolled his eyes, "Otherwise, the country will let you children study hard?" This is kung fu, and it is also a university question, understand? ”

"Follow the teachings of your predecessors, but I still have a question."

"Just ask."

"Why is it that the fire is in your hands, and you don't have anything to do, and I just shake it, and I'm burned? Is it because you have rough skin and thick meat? ”

"Can you speak?"

The medicine monk's eyes widened, "Why is the old monk so thick-skinned?" Am I just a little old? ”

"Ahem, I didn't mean that, just curiosity, pure curiosity."

Qin Shiming hurriedly smiled, quite embarrassed.

"Humph!"

With a heavy snort, the medicine monk still gave the answer.

"The reason is very simple......