"You kid came here 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 the tea, and stared at Qin Shiming with his eyes narrowed.
"No, I'm really here to learn."
Qin Shiming said sincerely: "Since I saw your magical fire control surgery last time, I admire you very much. I feel itchy and want to learn from you."
"Fire Control Technique?"
The Yao monk was stunned for a moment, his little eyes dripped around, and suddenly he changed his voice and said, "It's not impossible to learn, but I have a condition."
“What conditions?”
"What's your relationship with the Saint? She protects you so much?"
Sure enough, a normal person is curious, and the Yao monk who has lived for unknown age is no exception.
"I, I have nothing to do with the Saint, so she asked me to call her aunt."
Qin Shiming spread his hands and looked helpless.
His answer was half true and half false, ambiguous, and it was true that it was called my aunt, and it was true that it didn't matter, but Qin Shiming would never tell the story of the Saint and Grandpa when he was young.
Everyone has privacy, everyone has past.
"aunt?"
The Yao Monk was confused, "She didn't tell you anything?"
"No."
"Impossible."
The Yao monk looked at Qin Shiming seriously and said to himself: "I have known the saint for more than 30 years. I have never seen her value a junior, and I have never seen her give someone a good face.
”
"Did you not tell the truth?"
"Senior, I really didn't lie to you. Besides, I am a little brat, can you hide any small actions from your ignorant eyes? Didn't it be revealed at once?"
The old rules are worn out, but not flattery.
At this time, you will be done with praise.
"This is, the old monk, I don't have any other ability. These eyes are bright and I don't have anyone I can't see through."
After saying that, the Yao 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 had coaxed him and asked quickly.
Well, he is curious, too.
"Nonsense!"
When the Yao monk heard this, his face suddenly sank. The purple clay teapot hit the table hard and glared: "Old monk, my six senses are pure, and I have already cut off my seven emotions and six desires. How could I have a love affair with my children?"
"What I have sought in my life is the Buddha's Way, Buddha's Dharma!"
"Yes, yes, you are a master of enlightenment at first glance. You are so proud that you are a monk. You are so arrogant. You should silence your mouth."
Qin Shiming's heart is as clear as a mirror, and he will not expose it.
What's wrong with monks? Is monks no longer in love? Nowadays, many monks play more than anyone else. They recite scriptures during the day and "seeking scriptures" at night. Their wives and children are so hot that they don't delay anything.
It is called "Wine and meat" through the intestines and remains in the Buddha's heart.
"Stop talking nonsense in the future."
The Yao Monk glared at Qin Shiming and then gave up.
"Follow me in the house."
Then, the Yao Monk led Qin Shiming into his pharmacy and got a strong smell of medicinal materials. Qin Shiming looked around and smacked his tongue secretly.
The pharmacy is very large, with a foot of more than 100 square meters. The left and right sides of the entrance are covered with medicine shelves of more than two meters high. All the herbs on them are rare herbs and very precious.
Directly facing the door, there is a medicine stove about one meter high. The medicine stove is black and its shape is a bit similar to the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, and the flames in the furnace are booming.
Strangely, Qin Shiming did not see any burning objects in the room.
I saw the Yao monk walking to the door of the furnace, pushing his palm flat, and the flames became a little stronger. When his hand retreated, a light blue flame was jumping in his palm.
"Come on, try the temperature."
The Yao monk squinted his eyes and smiled.
Seeing that the Yao monk was smiling strangely, Qin Shiming knew that there was a deception, but he still stretched out his hand tentatively.
"Hiss, it's so hot!"
Just touching the edge of the Dao flame, Qin Shiming pulled his hand back with a "rubbing" and a big blister appeared on his fingers instantly.
"hey-hey."
The Yao monk smiled even happier, "Boy, how can you, a person who is afraid of fire, learn the fire control technique?"
"Senior, what kind of fire is this? Why is it so powerful?"
Qin Shiming ignored the ridicule of the Yao monk, and only felt the pain in his fingers, as if he was still on the fire and roasted.
"Fire is also classified."
This time, the medicine monk did not keep it in custody of a ball of flame, which kept changing colors.
"Fire is also divided into levels, aren't it all fire?"
Qin Shiming didn't quite understand.
In Qin Shiming's eyes, fire is just a bunch, what level is it divided into?
"Silly boy." The Yao monk shook his head and said, "We usually use color to divide the flames. For example, the orange flame is the weakest, the red flame, the blue flame is followed closely, the purple flame, and finally the white flame is the
.”
"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 ones."
"What about the windproof lighter?"
“Purple or blue.”
"Which flame is more lethal?"
“…”
Qin Shiming stopped talking at once. It was obviously some small details in life. He understood the truth, but he didn't think so deeply.
"Do you know why it causes different colors? Or why are all fires? Some fires are very powerful, while others have average destructive power?"
The Yao monk asked again.
“Because the fuel is different?”
Qin Shiming tried to answer.
"You can't say you're wrong, but it's not all right."
The Yao monk did not shake his head or nodded, but just asked Qin Shiming to look at the flames on his fingers, and the flames kept changing colors.
"The fuel is the same, why are the colors different?"
"Do you have awesome fire control techniques?"
Qin Shiming said carefully.
"You boy can flatter!"
Sure enough, this trick was very useful. The Yao monk smiled happily, and then patiently explained: "It is because the fuel energy is different. Accurately controlling the output of the energy is equivalent to opening a valve for the fire stove.
, The fire is too big and small, and can be controlled at will."
"For example, I want to make soup, hey, then the orange-red flame."
"If I want to stir-fry crayfish, hey, that's blue flame."
"If I want to refine gold, it must be purple flames, or even white flames."
The Yao monk has the essence of showing off, but it also explains it clearly to Qin Shiming.
"It turns out that fire control techniques also talk about scientific principles."
"nonsense!"
The monk Yao rolled his eyes, "Or what if the country would let you children study hard? This is Kung Fu and a great question, do you understand?"
"I follow the teachings of my seniors, but I still have one question."
"Ask."
"Why are the fire in your hands, you have nothing to do, and I was burned just after shaking it? Could it be because you have thick skin?"
"Can you speak?"
The Yao monk glared at his eyes, "Why is the old monk getting thicker in his skin? Am I a little older?"
"Ahem, I don't mean that, I'm just curious, just curious."
Qin Shiming quickly laughed, and it was quite embarrassing.
"snort!"
After snorting heavily, the Yao monk still gave the answer.