When it comes to eating, Monk Guangji is undoubtedly the best eater among the four.
When this crazy monk first appeared, he snatched a whole pot of wild vegetable soup from Xie Changyuan. Fortunately, he knew to leave a bowl for Xie Changyuan, otherwise our pioneer officer of Great Qin would have to drink the northwest wind.
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"Whoosh!"
Monk Guangji was in a whirlwind. He smacked his lips and used both hands while eating, and ate the whole pot of pork head stewed with vermicelli in one go.
After eating, the monk seemed not to be satisfied yet. He looked at the bowls in the hands of Xie Changyuan and the others with a squinted smile, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth.
Xie Changyuan, Gao Wenchong and Zhenren Ziyin noticed his gaze at the same time, and moved their buttocks in unison, trying to stay as far away from Monk Guangji as possible.
As if they were afraid that the old monk would deliberately spray mud or saliva into their bowls, and then he would take the vermicelli in the bowl and eat it openly.
Monk Guangji didn't feel embarrassed when his thoughts were seen through. He half-lyed down on the spot and leaned against the wall, dangling his dirty feet in his worn monk shoes, which seemed quite comfortable.
Then, he took out a piece of dog leg that had been bitten a few times from his pocket, brought it to his mouth and gnawed on it.
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The three of them decided not to go see Monk Guangji anymore. When the fight just started, the old monk really turned the tide, but now he is acting in all kinds of ways after the fight stopped. I don't know if it was intentional or just his nature.
After Xie Changyuan finished his bowl of vermicelli, he seemed to think of something. He immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks, walked over to Monk Guangji and sat down.
"Master Guangji, I have a little doubt. I wonder if I can ask for advice?" Xie Changyuan said sincerely.
Monk Guangji raised his eyelids and glanced at Xie Changyuan, then said with a smile.
"Just now, monk, I just glanced at you, and you covered the mouth of the bowl and moved away. Why do you have the nerve to come to me for advice now?"
These words immediately made Xie Changyuan blush.
He also realized that his behavior just now was a bit stingy, and now he came to ask for advice, which was indeed a bit shameless.
Who made him think of that thing now? If he had thought of it earlier, he would have given up a bowl of vermicelli.
Xie Changyuan scratched his head and said with a smile.
"Master, if you are not full, can I go find some food?"
Monk Guangji shook his head, raised the dog's leg in his hand and shook it, indicating that it was no longer necessary.
In fact, he was joking with Xie Changyuan and didn't really mean to blame him.
The old monk took a few bites of meat and said vaguely.
"Are you trying to say that your shoulders have been sore for no reason recently, and the symptoms are getting worse and worse, and have even affected the sensitivity of your joints?"
Xie Changyuan was suddenly startled and quickly clasped his hands into fists.
"Master please enlighten me!"
This was the question he wanted to ask. He had had this feeling since the past few months. He always felt that the blood flow in the shoulder area was somewhat blocked, but he could not find the reason.
Xie Changyuan thought that this might be a side effect of Zen Buddhism's indestructible golden body. Monk Guangji happened to be here today. If he could ask for more information, he would have an idea.
Monk Guangji glanced at Xie Changyuan lazily, then stuffed the dog's legs into his arms again, and slowly changed from a sitting position to an upright sitting position.
I saw him reaching out and grabbing Xie Changyuan's right arm, using all his strength to push it down!
"Kekeke..."
There was a sound of steel bars twisting, and the sound was simply tooth-aching.
There is no doubt about Monk Guangji's ability. If he pinched it with such force, an ordinary person's arm would be cut off directly.
However, Xie Changyuan's hand was not broken, but was stretched a lot. The color of his arm was white, as if the thickness of the arm had become thinner as it was stretched.
“Incredible.”
Gao Wenchong was swiping his powder and couldn't help but marvel when he saw Xie Changyuan's arms being stretched.
Monk Guangji asked.
"Does it hurt?"
Xie Changyuan frowned, his eyes gradually changed from surprise at the beginning to heaviness and vague uneasiness.
"It doesn't hurt much." He shook his head.
Monk Guangji nodded and his tone finally became serious.