"You guys are here specifically to find out the details, right?"
As soon as Yang Fan left, the medicine monk held the teapot, crossed his legs, took a sip of tea, and stared at Qin Shiming with squinted eyes.
"No, I'm really here to learn."
Qin Shiming said sincerely: "Since I saw your miraculous fire control surgery last time, senior, I admire you very much and feel itchy in my heart. I want to learn from you."
"Fire control?"
The medicine monk was stunned for a moment, his little eyes rolled around, and suddenly his tone changed and he said: "It's not impossible to learn, but I have a condition."
"What conditions?"
"What is your relationship with the Saint? She protects you so much?"
Sure enough, normal people are curious, and the medicine monk who has lived for who knows how many years is no exception.
"I, I have nothing to do with the saint. She asked me to call her aunt."
Qin Shiming spread his hands and looked helpless.
His answer was half-truth, half-false, and ambiguous. It was true to call him aunt, and it was true that it didn't matter, but it was absolutely impossible for Qin Shiming to tell what happened between the saint and his grandfather when they were young.
Everyone has privacy and everyone has a past.
"aunt?"
The medicine monk was confused, "She didn't tell you anything?"
"No."
"It's impossible."
The medicine monk went up and down, looked at Qin Shiming carefully, and said to himself: "I have known the saint for more than thirty years, and I have never seen her think highly of a junior, and I have never seen her give others a good look.
"
"Did you kid not tell the truth?"
"Senior, I really didn't lie to you. Besides, I'm a little kid. How can I hide my little tricks from your sharp eyes? Will the secret be revealed in no time?"
The old rule is, you can wear it every time, but you can never wear it if you flatter yourself.
At this time, the flattery is over.
"That's true, old monk, I don't have any other abilities, except for these translucent eyes, there's no one I can't see through."
After saying that, the medicine monk raised his chin proudly.
"Senior, you care so much about the saint, you don't like the saint, right?"
Qin Shiming saw that he was being coaxed and asked quickly.
Well, he is also curious.
"Nonsense!"
Upon hearing this, Monk Yao's face suddenly darkened. He knocked the purple sand teapot heavily on the table and glared: "Old monk, my six faculties are pure and I have cut off all my emotions and six desires. How can I have an affair with my children?"
"What I want in my life is Buddhism, Taoism, Dharma and Buddha!"
"Yes, yes, you, the old man, look like an eminent monk. It's time for you to slap Meng Lang."
Qin Shiming's heart is like a bright mirror and he will not expose it.
What's wrong with monks? Do monks have no feelings? Nowadays, many monks have more fun than anyone else. They chant sutras during the day, "take sutras" at night, and their wives and children are busy with each other, without delaying anything.
It is euphemistically called, when wine and meat pass through the intestines, they remain in the heart of the Buddha.
"Stop talking nonsense like this again."
The medicine monk glared at Qin Shiming before giving up.
"Come into the house with me."
Later, the medicine monk led Qin Shiming into his refining pharmacy. When he entered, there was a strong smell of medicinal materials. Qin Shiming looked around and smacked his tongue secretly.
The pharmacy is very large, covering an area of more than 100 square meters. On both sides of the entrance are two-meter-high medicine shelves. All the herbs on them are rare and rare, and are very precious.
Facing the door, there is a medicine stove about one meter high. The medicine stove is black and its shape is somewhat similar to Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace. The flames in the furnace are burning brightly.
The strange thing is that Qin Shiming did not see any burning objects in the house.
I saw the medicine monk walking to the door of the furnace, pushing forward with one palm, and the flame became a little more intense. When he pulled his hand back, there was a ball of light blue flame beating in the palm of his hand.
"Come, try the temperature."
The medicine monk narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Seeing the weird smile of the medicine monk, Qin Shiming knew it was a deception, but he still tentatively extended his hand.
"Hiss, it's so hot!"
Just touching the edge of the flame, Qin Shiming jerked his hand away, and big blisters instantly appeared on his fingers.
"hey-hey."
The medicine monk smiled even more happily, "Boy, how can you, a person who is afraid of fire, learn the art of fire control?"
"Senior, what kind of fire is this and why is it so powerful?"
Qin Shiming ignored the medicine monk's ridicule. He only felt that his fingers were burning, as if they were being roasted on a fire.
"Fire also has levels."
This time the medicine monk didn't show off, and controlled a ball of flame between them, and the flame kept changing colors.
"Fire has levels, isn't it all fire?"
Qin Shiming didn't quite understand.
In Qin Shiming's eyes, fire is just lumps. What levels are there?
"Silly boy." Yao Monk shook his head and said: "We usually use colors to divide the levels of flames. For example, orange flames are the weakest, followed by red flames, followed by blue flames, purple flames, and finally white flames.
."
"To give a simple example, what color is the flame of an ordinary lighter?"
Qin Shiming recalled, "The red one, no, it should be yellow and red."
"What about the windproof lighter?"
"Purple or blue."
"Which flame is more lethal?"
"..."
Qin Shiming suddenly stopped talking. He understood the truth of some small details in life, but he didn't think about them so deeply.
"Do you know why there are different colors? In other words, why are they all fires, some fires are very powerful, and some fires are only moderately destructive?"
The medicine monk asked again.
"Because the fuel is different?"
Qin Shiming tried to answer.
"I can't say you're wrong, but you're not entirely right either."
The medicine monk did not shake his head or nod, but just let Qin Shiming look at the flame on his finger, which kept changing colors.
"The fuel is the same, why are the colors different?"
"Is it caused by your awesome fire control skills?"
Qin Shiming said cautiously.
"You are really good at flattering me!"
Sure enough, this trick was very useful. The medicine monk smiled happily, and then patiently explained: "It's because the fuel energy is different. Precisely controlling the energy output is equivalent to opening a valve on the stove.
, the fire is small and can be controlled at will.”
"For example, if I want to make soup, hey, I'll use orange flames."
"If I want to stir-fry crawfish, hey, blue flame."
"If I were to refine gold, it would have to be purple flame, or even white flame."
The medicine monk was trying to show off, but he also explained it clearly and clearly to Qin Shiming.
"It turns out that fire control is based on scientific principles."
"nonsense!"
The Yao monk rolled his eyes, "Otherwise the country will ask you children to study hard? This is kung fu and university questions, do you understand?"
"I will follow the teachings of my predecessors, but I still have a question."
"Ask."
"Why is there nothing wrong with you when the fire is in your hand, but I was burned just by shaking it? Is it because you have rough skin and thick flesh?"
"Can you speak?"
The medicine monk's eyes widened, "Why is this old monk so thick-skinned? Aren't I just a little older?"
"Ahem, I didn't mean that, I was just curious, just curious."
Qin Shiming quickly apologized and laughed, which was quite embarrassing.
"snort!"
After snorting heavily, the medicine monk still gave the answer.