By the time Jingfa recovered from the shock that the serious master had brought to him just now, the boar had been tied up on the grill by the senior brothers, and the fire below had already risen.

After a while, a rich aroma wafted from the air, and a golden, fat-filled roast pig was freshly baked.

The serious monk and the four people who are not fat, not thin, and not handsome have one person and one leg, and divide the four most essential parts of the boar, and put them in their mouths to bite them with satisfaction.

At this moment, Jing Fa squeezed in with a laugh, and was about to reach out to tear off a piece of fat from the belly pouch of the mountain pig, but when he heard a bang, the firewood knife that cut the firewood suddenly appeared in the air and smashed heavily on the back of his outstretched hand.

"Don't be stupid, it's not your share, stay aside. The serious master touched the fat at the corner of his mouth, pulled back the chai knife, and said with a smile.

"You just said that you will have a share of the help you have come, and the monks cannot tell lies. With that, Jingfa stretched out his hand again.

And it was the wood knife that greeted him.

"Did you come over to help? Didn't you stand there and watch a good show?" The serious master tore off a large piece of meat from the pork leg and deliberately chewed it vigorously in front of Jingfa.

At this time, Jingfa had been smoky by the fragrance of roast pig, and was stimulated by the serious master, and finally couldn't hold back his anger: "If I hadn't woken you up, how could you have the opportunity to sit here and gnaw pork legs!"

"Master, don't be stupid, junior brother, there is some truth in this sentence. At this time, Bu Shuai put down the pork leg and said lightly.

The serious master nodded and said: "Not handsome is the most learned person we have here, he said that if it makes sense, it should be reasonable, I am not a very unreasonable person, come, this piece is for you." After speaking, the serious master raised the firewood knife in his hand, cut a large piece of pork from the tail of the mountain pig, and threw it to Jingfa.

Jingfa took a look and found that it was a pig's butt, and just wanted to continue to get angry, but a gurgling sound immediately sounded in his stomach.

Jingfa's brain could never dry his stomach, so he gritted his teeth, directly stuffed the pig's butt into his mouth, chewed it, and found that the taste was really good.

Then he began to gnaw on the pig's butt with satisfaction, not noticing that the blade of the wood knife that had cut off the pig's butt for him in the hands of the serious master was greasy.

In the process of eating the roast pig, Jing Fa learned that the three senior brothers did not come forward to help at first, because the day before yesterday, the serious master had a roast pig alone, and tonight the pig came to seek revenge for the pig the day before yesterday.

After hearing this, Jing Fa suddenly felt that it was actually quite good to be a monk here, even meat could be eaten, and what monk could not do.

In this way, after everyone divided up a whole roast pig, let Jingfa clean up the grill and the remaining bones, and returned to their rooms to continue their dreams.

And Jingfa was hungry all day, and finally had a full stomach, and his expression was extremely satisfied, and he couldn't sleep for a while while lying in the Buddha hall.

Since he couldn't sleep, he got up and walked out of the temple and wandered around the courtyard.

Of the four surrounding rooms, the non-fat room was the most lively, and the snoring was loud.

Neither thin nor handsome snored, only a slight sound of deep breathing.

And the room of the serious master was silent at all.

Jing Fa was startled, and thought to himself, could it be that the serious master couldn't sleep even after eating? If he found out that he was still hanging out, would he be dragged directly to work?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly turned his head and returned to the Buddha hall, but as soon as he took a few steps, he smelled a crisp thud, and when he looked down, he stepped on the firewood knife.

Jing Fa picked up the firewood knife and was about to take it back to the firewood room, when he suddenly saw that the blade as thick as a finger was soaked with oil stains.

At that moment, an image flashed through his mind.

He remembered that the piece of pig's butt he had just eaten had been cut by a serious master with a firewood knife.

This hatchet knife can also cut thick fatty meat?

Jing Fa stared at the blade and was silent for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, the way he looked at the serious master's room was a little different.

The rest of the night, nothing happened.

The next day, the serious master opened his eyes, sat up and stretched his waist, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw that a sumptuous breakfast had been placed in the middle of the courtyard.

He rubbed his eyes, looked around in disbelief, and saw that the door of the room, which was not fat, thin, or handsome, had not yet opened, and he had obviously not woken up yet.

At this moment, Jing Fa's grinning voice floated from not far away: "Yo, Master got up really early, come, sit down, I specially cooked a bowl of porridge, which can be used to get rid of last night's greasy." ”

As he spoke, he helped the serious master to sit down at the table and served him a bowl of fragrant rice porridge.

The serious master put the tip of his nose on the porridge and sniffed it, nodded with satisfaction and said: "Yes, yes, the children can be taught, you see, it's not good to be diligent with your hands and feet." ”

After speaking, the serious master drank the rice porridge with a clatter.

As soon as I was halfway through the drink, I only heard a snap, which startled the serious master.

He saw Jing Fa holding a firewood knife and throwing it on the table, then knelt on his knees and kowtowed desperately to himself.

"I implore Master to teach me the skill of cutting flesh with a blunt knife, after the disciple learns it, he will definitely be able to chop wood and chop it quickly, and he will definitely not disgrace Master. ”

Seeing Jingfa's appearance, the serious master looked inexplicable: "What kind of blunt knife cuts meat?"

Jingfa picked up the firewood knife, gestured for a moment, and said, "Master, you just took this firewood knife and cut off the pig's butt for me last night, have you forgotten?"

"Oh, you said this, that pig's butt was originally cut off and ready to be thrown away, but then I forgot it, so it was still hanging on the pig, and I just used this wood knife to knock it down. ”

After listening to the words of the serious master, Jingfa instantly froze in place.

He originally thought that he had met a peerless master, and he could just learn this set of peerless martial arts, with the kung fu of cutting flesh with a blunt knife, coupled with his indestructible broken sword, wouldn't it be like a tiger with wings, and killing people in the future would be like cutting melons, and flying yellow and Tengda was not a dream.

But the serious master's words poured a basin of cold water on Jingfa thoroughly.

Forget it, it's better to find He Zhichu as soon as possible, complete the task as soon as possible, and go to Yin Tiancheng's side as soon as possible to have a good reputation.

Thinking of this, Jing Fa shook his head, and was thinking about how to sneak out of a small temple to go to Shaolin, when he saw the serious master pointing to a box not far away, and said, "After breakfast, you send that box of Buddhist scriptures to Shaolin." ”

After listening to the words of the serious master, Jing Fa was overjoyed in his heart, sending the Buddhist scriptures to Shaolin, wouldn't he be able to give himself the opportunity to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion? Sure enough, the boat was naturally straight to the bridge, and his fortune was the headshot.

At this moment, the serious master glanced at Jing Fa intentionally or unintentionally, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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