"Sports, how are you doing in there. I asked the senior brother, and he said that it was very dark in Muren Alley, and you wouldn't become blind when you came out, right? And did you eat the food I brought you every day? Now the senior brothers all say that the rice I cook is much better than before, especially the senior brother pesters me every day to ask me to cook braised pork for him to eat. ”

"Braised pork! Monks eat braised pork!" Shan Feng laughed extremely exaggeratedly, as if someone had clicked on him.

No response. The black, cold cast iron door was closed, like an iron-masked judge, just standing silently.

Iron Gate can't speak, so naturally he doesn't think Shanfeng's joke is funny. Besides, the best food sold in Shaolin Temple is the Buddha jumping over the wall, so it is not a joke for monks to eat meat.

Shan Feng was bored with himself, got up from the ground, patted the pig iron gate and turned away. "I'm leaving, I'll come back to see you tomorrow. ”

After taking two steps, the mountain stopped and did not look back.

"You know what? Now they're calling me Mr. Zhang. I'm starting to read and read, and I've read all the books you've secretly hidden under my pillow. I asked Senior Brother Zhiyuan to teach me how to read, and you know, I'm starting to write poetry now. ”

"And the words you wrote at the end of the book, although I can't read them for the time being, I understand why you came to Shaolin. ”

That's eight words. Although Shanfeng couldn't read it for the time being, he saw from this sentence the figure of a sassy young man who resolutely gave up a grand dream and picked up another bigger dream.

It had been nine months and twenty-one days since Sports had been locked up in Woodman Alley, and Shanfeng had left as usual with his meal at the small window of the steel gate.

Back in the firewood room, Shanfeng carried water and took a shower, and then began to practice boxing with his bare upper body.

The so-called boxing practice is still the same as before, but now the mountain peak has long integrated this circle into the moves that were practiced in the same way as the sports before.

At first, I couldn't get used to it, but every time the mountain slowed down, I found that I could slowly integrate those moves into my circle.

At first, the shadow of his old photos could still be seen in his moves, but after 2 months, he was completely invisible. Because, Shanfeng integrated all the moves into the end, and in the end, only his move to draw a circle remained.

Compared with before, Xinkong's temperament has changed greatly, and he will give a demonstration to the mountain peak if he has nothing to do. Of course, it's just a demonstration of cooking. One of the most common words of Shinkong and Shanfeng is: "Too urgent, too urgent." Slow down, slow down. ”

The mountain peaks wonder why the stir-fry is slow, but the dishes made after each Shinku's instruction are more delicious.

Maybe it's because he's used to cooking, and when he practices his own set of "circles", he can't help but think of Shinku's words freely. It's too urgent, slow down, slower. As a result, this set of circles of the mountain peaks is also getting slower and slower.

At first, it took about half an hour for the mountain peak to finish beating his own circle, and then it became an hour, two hours, and finally a dozen for half a day. Several times the Shaolin monks' meals were delayed, but fortunately, the dishes made on the mountain peaks were getting better and better, and the monks had no complaints.

"Shanfeng, in fact, I have already saved enough five million taels to go down the mountain, but I am now going to help you redeem yourself together, so that you follow me down the mountain to open a restaurant, and the business is absolutely hot." "Once the senior brother got drunk and pulled the mountain peak and said this.

Shanfeng is very similar to telling the senior brother that he might as well go down the mountain with five million taels directly, knowing that it is definitely not easy for a restaurant to earn five million taels.

On this day, as soon as the mountain peak filled the large tank with water, a series of bells were heard.

"Wow, who's so powerful that you hit the bell thirteen times in a row?" Shan Feng looked up in the direction of the front yard.

Although the Dharma Bell is only a tourist attraction used to make money, it does not have the effect of strengthening the body. However, the Bodhidharma bell is a solid pure copper casting, weighing more than 500 catties, and the old pine wood that hit the bell also weighs 50 catties. An ordinary person will be exhausted if he hits it twice at most, and he will knock it three times when it is better.

Shanfeng once tried to sneak it in the middle of the night, and he could knock it up to 8 times in a row. However, he hit his head with a bang. Of course, it is indispensable to be beaten by the senior brothers who were woken up.

After the bell rang, the whole Shaolin suddenly became chaotic, and Shanfeng heard the noise in the front yard as if something big had happened.

"Could it be that the eighteen bronze men were caught red-handed for selling fake medicines? Or which local tyrant gave the Dharma Bell to the circle?" Shanfeng put the bucket away, wiped his hands on his clothes, and ran to see the excitement.

The current mountain peak is not what it used to be, and he is used to the market side of Shaolin. If you have time, you can help the eighteen bronze people set up a stall, or just help Zhijin to set up a stall. Because Zhijin has a small pill to strengthen the body, every time it is not sold well, the rest is given to Shanfeng to eat.

The pill was black, and the outer layer was a black clay created by Zhijin. Inside is flour ground from millet rice, which is glutinous. Shanfeng even helped to come up with an improvement plan, adding maltose to the originally slightly bitter black mash to make the taste sweeter and more acceptable.

And a peanut is wrapped in millet to enhance the taste. First sweet, then glutinous, and finally crispy.

The improved pills are no longer unsalable, but can be bought out again and again. Zhijin was very happy, so he let the mountain peak give the name of "Maili millet" and produce it in large quantities. In the end, it was more popular than the big tonic pills of the previous pharmacist institute, and it became a famous specialty of Shaolin.

Later, it was too popular, and those profiteers under the mountain could let it go, and after piracy, it suddenly became a famous specialty of the Great Song Dynasty. Later, the troupe found that this pill was easy to use as a prop, and it was used as a standard prop for opera.

Before the mountain peak was about to arrive at the hospital, he saw all the senior brothers running to the front yard. Shanfeng grabbed a senior brother and asked, "What's the matter?

The senior brother glanced at the mountain peak and said, "The Bodhidharma bell rings fourteen times in a row, which means that something is a big deal!"

"Something is wrong?" When Shanfeng heard the tone of the senior brother, it seemed to be very critical, and asked, "Oh, I don't know that there is such a rule, but does the senior brother know what the matter is?"

"If I knew that I would still run forward?" the senior brother thought for a while and said, "But nine years ago, when the Bodhidharma bell rang like this, something really happened. The senior brother's face was solemn, and the mountain peak he saw swallowed his saliva.

"At that time, when the emperor came to our temple to canonize our temple as a five-star tourist attraction in the Song Dynasty, I still remember that scene, that queen is really beautiful. The senior brother drooled nostalgically, wondering if the emperor was coming again, and I wondered if he would bring a few more concubines with him this time.

When Shanfeng heard that this was the case, he didn't want to see the excitement.

The senior brother looked at the mountain peak and walked back, grabbed the mountain peak and said, "Why do you go back, that's the emperor, not everyone can see it." ”

The mountain peak is naturally going back, what is there to see in the emperor, if there are flowers growing on Xintian's face, he will go and see it. Speaking of beautiful women, I didn't have a concept of mountain peaks in the village before, but in the past few years, I have seen all kinds of female pilgrims in Shaolin Temple. It can also be regarded as improving the aesthetic ability. Anyway, the young ones are not as good-looking as Guo Xiang, and the old ones are not as good-looking as my mother, Shanfeng thought to himself.

"The emperor likes to reward the most, and everyone who went last time was rewarded with 10 taels of gold each. The senior brother watched the mountain peak go away and kindly reminded him.

"Let's go!" As soon as Shanfeng heard that there was a reward, he immediately turned around and pulled the senior brother and began to run with the monks to the front yard.

10 taels of gold, that's not a small amount of money. You can buy as many small pills as you want from Zhijin!

"Five taels for one, fifty taels for ten, five hundred taels for one hundred, five hundred taels ......" Shan Feng has already begun to count how many can be bought with his fingers.