Sports returned to the kitchen with the lost mountain peak, and on the way the mountain kept his head down and said nothing.

Sports kept looking for topics, but Shanfeng still didn't respond. Sports sighed and had to lead the way in front quietly.

This guy is definitely going to go down the mountain, and it looks like he's going to be ready to help him escape again. Sports glanced back at the peak, in fact, he really wanted the peak to stay now.

But anyone who sees the current situation of Shaolin Temple will be disappointed. I didn't think about running away at the beginning, and I also wanted to open sports.

"Hey, sports. Do you say this is really Shaolin Temple?" Shanfeng suddenly spoke, and Sports was stunned and replied: "Of course, there is only this one, and there is no second number." ”

"But, why did the Shaolin Temple become like this!" Shan Feng looked at sports with tears in his eyes.

"Who knows? In short, if you want to learn martial arts, then Shaolin must not be the place you want. You must know that the highest precept of Shaolin Temple that is higher than the five precepts is the martial precepts. That is, you can't practice martial arts in the temple, and you can't talk about anything about martial arts. If it is discovered, it is the lightest punishment to be punished without food, and the heavier one will be locked up in Muren Lane. ”

"Wooden Man Alley! is the legendary Wooden Man Alley where as long as you break through the Wooden Man Alley, you can go down the mountain?"

Sports smiled helplessly: "The current Muren Alley is just the prison of the Shaolin Temple, and the rules for the Shaolin Temple to go down the mountain now are not the Wooden Man Alley, but you can go down the mountain if you pay enough 5 million taels of silver." ”

"5 million?" Although Shanfeng had no concept of numbers, he could also imagine that 5 million taels of silver was definitely a huge amount of money.

"Otherwise, why do you think they are so desperate to make money? Since it has become taboo to talk about martial arts in Shaolin Temple, how many people can really endure eating fasting and reciting Buddha? Phew, I forgot that I can eat meat. Anyway, it's peaceful down the mountain now, and compared to the mountain, it's a paradise. Sports looked at his torn shoes, and his thumb was exposed.

"But why didn't they run? What's the point of staying here?"

"Run, the person with the highest martial arts in the whole temple is Xintian's old bald head, even the senior brother of the Dharma Academy can't catch his two moves. And he is the only person in the temple who is not bound by martial arts. That is to say......" Sports turned his head to look at the peak, "Xintian is the highest constraint of this Shaolin Temple!"

Shanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then understood what it meant. The monks of Shaolin Temple can't practice martial arts, and they will be punished for practicing martial arts, and if they want to go down the mountain, they must either defeat Xintian or raise enough 5 million taels of silver.

However, if you can't practice martial arts, how can you beat Xintian, so Shaolin Temple will become what it is now.

"Why?" Shanfeng thought for a long time, but after all, he didn't understand why the Shaolin Temple was doing this, wasn't this destroying Shaolin!

Sports didn't know that when he entered the temple, the Shaolin Temple was already like this. The two were relatively silent, and they were both unspeakably sad in their hearts.

The world's first Shaolin Temple is now developing towards the world's first tourist attraction, is Shaolin Temple really still Shaolin Temple?

This is simply a prison called Shaolin Temple!

No one can answer, because there are always things in this world that the world cannot understand. And these things are usually summed up by providence.

"Providence is so, you two imps don't toss around there anymore. If it's slow, there's no food to eat at the foot of the whole temple, and if you neglect the pilgrims who come to travel, see if I don't kill you two. An old man in a shabby monk's robe walked slowly into the kitchen, still holding a gourd in his hand.

The old man hiccuped, and the mountain peak smelled wine from afar. Didn't you say that Shaolin monks can't drink? What's going on with this sloppy old monk!

"Yes, master. As soon as the sports saw that the letter was coming, he immediately shrunk his neck and responded.

"Hey?" Shanfeng looked Xinkong up and down, and couldn't believe that the sloppy old monk in front of him, who was even sloppier than Old Man Du in the village, was actually him and the master of sports!

Xinkong saw Shanfeng's eyes looking at him, and scolded: "What do you see, you dare to be so disrespectful to your teacher! Do you want to beg for a beating?" After finishing speaking, Shanfeng saw a flower in front of his eyes, and saw the sky turning, and he was lying on the ground, and his buttocks hurt so much.

When he saw it, he hurriedly said: "Master, his name is Sports, he just went up the mountain, and the master is merciful." ”

Xinkong looked at the mountain peak on the ground drunkenly, blew on the mountain peak and said, "Yes, since you have come up the mountain, you have become my disciple." Then do your job for me honestly, and be a chef here. ”

The mountain peaks looked at the sky, and the tears couldn't stop flowing. What are you kidding! I want to be a hero, and now I want to be a chef in the backyard of this Shaolin Temple!

As if he had heard Shanfeng's heart, Shinkong walked to the recliner where he usually lay down, and said slowly, "What's wrong with a chef? Chef, a high-paying profession. ”

This was the first time Shanfeng had seen how the back kitchen of the Shaolin Temple was working, and he was completely frightened. The whole kitchen was only busy with him and Sports, and Xinkong was lying there sleeping, occasionally scolding them and urging them to move quickly.

There are more than 300 monks in the whole monastery, and they are responsible for three meals a day. Cutting vegetables, everything is just a few baskets, cut until the hand is sour! Stir-fry, a stir-fry is sixteen stoves to fry together, fry until the hand breaks.

Sports and Shanfeng kept running around in the kitchen, stir-frying on this stove, putting dishes on that stove, in short, not stopping for a second. When the lunch of the whole temple is finally prepared, it is time to prepare the food for the pilgrims who travel up the mountain.

This is even worse, because the food of the monks in the temple is only vegetables and fruits, and it is easier to fry. And the food of pilgrims, that is, there are various varieties of cuisine.

What braised lion's head, fried eggplant in sauce, desert lamb chops, Buddha jumping over the wall, etc., the mountain peak and sports have completely become the chef of the restaurant under the mountain.

Because Shanfeng can't stir-fry, he has been patted on the head by Xinkong. Several times the sugar was misplaced as salt, and the salt was misplaced as sugar. In short, it also suffered the pilgrims who went up the mountain on this day, and several of them ate until they vomited. Anyway, there are medical monks in the pharmacist institute, which can be regarded as increasing the income of the temple.

Finally, after two hours of busy work, even the dishes were washed, and the two of them finally had an hour's rest.

Xinkong was full of food because they were secretly eating when they were stir-frying on the mountain peak, and now he is lying on the recliner and sleeping. And Tiyu and Shanfeng sat on the big water tank with two bowls of rice with only a few slices of green vegetables and ate them.

Sports eat quickly, because there is only one hour of rest, and if you finish early, you can rest a little more. And Shanfeng was holding the bowl, looking at the rice without moving.

When he looked at the peak, he thought that the peak was because he was disappointed in the Shaolin Temple and had no appetite, so he persuaded: "Eat, even if you want to escape, you have to have the strength, right?" I'll help you, don't worry. ”

Shanfeng smiled bitterly, it was not that he couldn't eat, but that his hands were tired and he couldn't lift it at all, and there was no way to eat. For two hours, Shanfeng didn't know how many vegetables he shoveled, but he knew that the food of the Shaolin monks was cooked in a pot full of food. It also takes a lot of strength to stir-fry, a pot of vegetables weighs about thirty or forty catties, even if they are two people, the mountain peaks have to fry eight pots of dishes at the same time without interruption.

The world's best chef should be afraid of coming to Shaolin, Shanfeng can't imagine how sports can be done by himself before he comes.