Relieve the thick joints of the fingers, the thick cocoons are wrapped in the fist, and the long breathing is so long that the reaction is quick.

Wu Qi guessed that he might have been practicing boxing and palms for a long time and had great hard skills.

He asked curiously: "Master, as far as I know, Shaolin monks are all vegetarian, but with the height and size of the monk, can only eat rice and vegetarian dishes to maintain strength and practice? If there is no good food that can replenish qi and blood, it will be difficult to maintain the physical strength."

Relieving and smiling: "When a monk practices martial arts, his body must be the foundation. If he is weak, he will have no way to talk about practicing martial arts."

"As fellow Taoist said, monks practice martial arts without adding food, eating rice and vegetarian food is indeed easy to be hungry and difficult to maintain the best physical condition."

"However, there is a monk rice specialized in the temple that can be compared with meat. It can not only quickly replenish physical strength, but also maintain energy and not be invaded by external demons."

Shu Ran took out a large bamboo tube from the back box. He unscrewed the bamboo lid, pulled the bamboo chopsticks inside, and took out a rice ball the size of a pigeon egg.

"Marriage monks, fellow Taoists try it."

Wu Qi set his sights on the lunch box bamboo tube: "The big path and long sections are like mountains. Is this Longgong bamboo?"

“Friendly eyesight.”

Relieved slightly surprised: "Married monks need to wrap their rice in a box to avoid the essence leakage. Longgong bamboo is large and numerous, which is the cheapest. I think fellow Taoists have great experience with Lingzhu, but they can even recognize it at a glance without leaf veins."

"I happened to learn from a master bamboo craftsman and heard about it one or two."

Of course, Wu Qi learned it from Mr. Zhang. It is difficult to copy the induction formulas, but experience and details can be verified by each other.

"Thank you for the gift from the master."

He took the bamboo chopsticks from Shu Ran, held the chopsticks in his hand, and opened them to avoid accidentally dropping the rice ball on the ground.

The monk's rice is small and sticky, and the outside looks like brown rice mixed with yellow rice, which is light golden.

Wu Qi put it in his mouth and took a bite. It was soft and fragrant. The rice ball was filled with filling.

"There are fragrant mushrooms, bamboo fungus..."

Wu Qi closed his eyes and tried to identify them by relying on his lips and tongue: "There are treble ears, walnut kernels, and a wonderful nut with a rich fragrance and no worse than meat."

He opened his eyes and looked at Shu Ran: "Master, what is that Qi Zhen?"

He was stunned by relief: "What a powerful mouth, what a keen tongue! What a smell to recognize vegetables! Fellow Taoist, are you practicing tongue skills?"

As if he realized something was wrong with his words, he changed his words and said, "That is the 'Arhat Fruit' of Shaolin. This is a Buddhist spiritual object that contains the essence of grain and is enough to replace meat food."

“Do you takeout?”

"This is an important ingredient for monk rice...not takeaway."

Wu Qi was disappointed: "It's a pity that it's so delicious and cannot be cooked and combined, it will be a loss for everyone."

Shu Ran looked strange: "Do you have also studied the way of kitchen?"

"It's because of interest, I understand a little bit."

Wu Qi was still a little unwilling to give up: "Is there any way to exchange for a few?"

The monk scratched his head: "If the fellow Taoist wants it, I can give the fellow Taoist a few rice balls, but the 'Arhat Fruit' cannot be spread out."

"Thank you, Master, for letting me taste such deliciousness." Wu Qi clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "After that the mage must go to Fuyun Temple, I cook a table of vegetarian dishes, expressing my gratitude."

A monk and a Taoist priest talked about bamboo eating in the corpse burial temple, which made the landlord Xu Shujing finally couldn't hold back.

He coughed: "Master, Taoist priest, today is coming for the Wang Meng Case."

Wu Qi and Shu Ran came to their senses only after they came to their senses.

"Of course, of course."

"It's extreme, it's extreme."

Xu Shujing cleared his throat: "The Wang Meng case has been taken over by the Yizhou Department of Jianyouwei. The Chief of the Ministry of Justice Zhu personally inspected it. The monks of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism jointly helped to correct the source and verify the truth..."

At this time, Wu Qi found out that Xu Shujing was not only the specific person in charge of the Wang Meng case, but also a Confucian scholar.

Unlike Buddhism and Taoism, Confucianism has always been closely linked to the court. Confucian scholars are the core group of scholars and officials, and most of them are imperial literati.

However, the threshold for Confucianism is also high. If you want to be named a Confucian scholar, you must be a Jinshi, otherwise you can only be called a Confucian scholar.

A Jinshi is equivalent to a Buddhist monk and a Taoist foundation-building monk.

Confucian scholars have Wenbao and Wenguang's body protection. If they have a seal of officials, they will have the fortune of the Tang Dynasty, which means they will have better combat power than traveling monks and foundation-building monks.

Wu Qi was a little surprised: Xu Shujing was so young, but she was actually a Jinshi.

There are two imperial examination subjects, one is the Ming Jing and the other is the Jinshi.

Most of the Ming Dynasty’s assessments are scriptures, and the scriptures are filled with excerpts, and they are required to read the scriptures carefully and answer them step by step.

The Jinshi subject requires candidates to create poems, fu, classical interpretations, and current situational policy discussions on specific topics. Candidates need to learn from each other and propose unique understanding and feasible methods to achieve the grade. Moreover, the selection criteria for the Jinshi subject are very strict, and the papers are judged by the great scholars themselves, and the number of people who have passed the Jinshi subject is less than one-tenth of the Mingjing subject.

As the saying goes, the thirty-year-old Ming Sutra and the fifty-year-old Jinshi show the difficulty of getting a Jinshi.

The other side of the difficulty is rich rewards.

Once a Jinshi passes the imperial examination, his name and poetry theory will be known to all the great scholars and scholars, and the current emperor will also ask and read it. From then on, he has been named in the central court. If nothing unexpected happens, Jinshi will be the pillars of the court's future.

Xu Shujing was born as a Jinshi. At about thirty years old, she was thrown into a small county in Yizhou for several years and was transferred back to Chengdu Prefecture. This is very different from the normal career of a Jinshi who is promoted step by step.

Wu Qi had reason to suspect that Xu Shujing offended a big boss, which led to being demoted to Yizhou and having difficulty walking.

Xu Shujing felt a little embarrassed by Wu Qi's eyes: "Master, is there something wrong with my face?"

"Don't blame me if you are distracted." Wu Qi said.

The three of them sprinkled the body with medicinal powder, wrapped the hand with cloth, and began to inspect the body.

Wang Meng's corpse had a blue-gray skin, and there were strange centipede-like black lines on his chest, lower abdomen, and under the vagina. The black lines were connected to each other, as if several holes had been torn open on his body.

Relieved his fingers squeezed and squeezed the body inch by inch: "The original name of "Soul Locking and Soul Locking and Soul Locking" is "Yin Sha Soul Locking and Soul Practice", which is a magic technique for the Demon Sect Jiuyou Mountain. It emphasizes the separation of Yang Soul Yin Soul, locking Yang Soul with magic tools, and refining Yin Soul as a puppet."

"Wang Meng's body has Yin locks in his heart, liver, and yang. It is the third level of soul-locking and soul training. It is extremely dangerous. If he is not careful, he may lose control."

Shu Ran was very familiar with the corpse. He first opened his eyelids to check his eyes, then opened his lips to identify the color and smell of the deceased's mouth.

"The soul training time is more than three months."

He lays the corpse flat and points to a strange wound in Wang Meng’s chest: “The murderer takes a ruthless and accurate move. He breaks the Yin lock with one blow and pierces the heart. The evil spirit has no soul. Once the Yin lock is broken, it is like a headless beast, losing its direction and unable to move.”

Wu Qi noticed that Wang Meng had a circle of potholes and ulcers in his lower abdomen.

"Master, what is this?"

"It's a bad sore."

Shu Ran reminded: "Don't touch it, evil sores may be contagious. Although Wang Meng died, evil sores may not be unable to survive. Be careful."

"Two, let me see."

Xu Shujing took out a roll of bamboo slips tied with black thread from his arms and said solemnly: "The Master said: 'Look at the wise and think about it, and when he sees not the wise, he reflects on himself."

The bamboo slips were suddenly shining brightly, and the height was several feet high, which made Wang Meng's body appear on him, and the corpse was almost in full swing in the temple.

This was the first time Wu Qi saw the Confucian scholars Wen Guang and Wen Bao, so he immediately observed it carefully.

Every word that the Confucian scholar read in his heart shines brightly and comes out of his orifices. Its shape is ethereal and colorful, as brilliant as a brocade, and this is the light of literature.

Wen Bao was created by Confucian scholars, poetry, and strategy theory. Confucian scholars used literary light to reflect Wen Bao, which could motivate the world and exert their incredible power.

Xu Shujing restrained Wen Guang, held the bamboo slips in his hand, and slowly said, "There is no ghost mark on the corpse, but the clues are cut off."

A red light flew straight from outside.

Relievingly clenched his fists and sank his body, Xu Shujing raised Wen Bao.

The visitor is a monster in the late stage of the demon army who is about to break through, and he does not know his enemies and friends.

Wu Qi explained: "I am a child."

"Honor."

The dogwood spirit fell into Wu Qi's palm and reported: "I asked about the ghosts near Shu County, and they all said that they had never seen Wang Meng's ghost. There was no ghost messenger or life soul. Most of them were detained by demon cultivators or demons. In addition, I found a fox demon appearing nearby, sneaking and not knowing what he was doing."

Wu Qi looked at the other two: "Wang Mengsheng's soul may still be in the world."

As if he sensed something, Wang Meng's body suddenly bounced up and pretended to be a zombie for the second time.

Wu Qi punched hard.

The evil spirit is lying flat again and is unconscious.

"Good strength."

Relieved his eyes and praised: "It turns out that fellow Taoists are also practicing physical education. When things go here, you might as well discuss and verify each other."

"Dare not obeying."

Wu Qi also wanted to ask for advice. Judging from the body shape and style, this Shaolin monk is very insightful about tempering his body.

Although the strength of cultivation is the fundamental, skills and methods are indispensable.
Chapter completed!