"Let me tell you, we monks don't have to do morning service at all. What's the use of doing it? We don't preach to others, don't you think so?"
"Yeah, it's absolutely suffocating. I can't move for more than an hour. I feel as stupid as a wooden stick."
"I was even worse off. The senior brother sitting in front of me farted so hard that he almost smoked me to death."
"Hey, you have such ideas, why don't you go to the abbot and tell us who dares to say these things to the abbot before we obey him!"
After the morning class, everyone went out in groups, and many monks were complaining.
When Wen Monk heard these words, he shook his head and left, with an expression like you are a piece of rotten wood.
Monks are not ashamed. Complaints like this are made once a day. Any monk who doesn't say this will definitely be regarded as an outlier by everyone.
After all, this is the tradition of warrior monks. Ever since the emergence of the Shaolin Temple, generations of warrior monks have complained like this. It's not against the law.
"Junior brother Xingchi, how do you feel? I listened to a morning class and felt like my head was going to explode!"
Xing Nan walked out with Wang Xu, imitating Yi Xiu, and drew circles on his head.
Wang Xu shook his head slightly and said, "Let's go, save some energy and stay for breakfast."
"Breakfast!"
Xing Nan licked his lips, and he became energetic, and whispered: "The food in our Shaolin Temple is really nothing to say, you can swallow everything with your tongue. Pork-flavored tofu, chicken drumstick-flavored bamboo shoots,
You have never tasted mutton-flavored xiaolongbao. The best thing is that there is no meat in it, but it still tastes like meat. It’s amazing!”
There were sounds of swallowing all around. Everyone thought about food and walked a little faster.
Wang Xu nodded noncommittally. This is the world where the movie God of Cookery evolved, and of course food comes first.
Tang Niu, who shines in the movie and steals Stephen Chow's identity as the God of Cookery, is an inconspicuous member of the Shaolin Temple kitchen.
You know, after Tang Niu arrived in Hong Kong Island, he swept through all the major restaurants and became an invincible chef in the world of chefs.
You can see here how amazing the kitchen of Shaolin Temple is, and the food is so delicious that it will make you burst into tears.
"It's time to prepare food. There are four dishes in total today, fried lotus roots, fried tofu, fried eggplant, vegetarian meatballs, and a pot of mushroom soup. Each person can prepare two dishes, one soup, rice and steamed buns to eat as they like. There is not enough for the kitchen.
Next article.”
A fat monk with a belly like Maitreya Buddha stood at the door of the cafeteria and announced the names of dishes. Although his voice was not loud, everyone could hear him clearly.
When Wang Xu walked into the cafeteria, he took an extra look at this man and intuitively told him that he was a master, at least at the level of a master.
"Brother Xingnan, who is this person?" Wang Xu called to Xingnan and pointed at the fat monk.
Xing Nan took a look and said with a smile: "This is Xing Chong. He is different from us. He is not a literary monk or a warrior monk. Strictly speaking, he is a fire-headed monk. His master is the lawyer brother in the kitchen, the master of the precepts, and the supervisor
In the Shaolin Temple kitchen, if you want to eat anything, you have to have a good relationship with him. If you have a good relationship, he can even open a small stove for you."
Wang Xu was secretly stunned when he heard this. A master-level warrior was actually just a fire-headed monk from the Shaolin Temple. How could he be so exaggerated?
Moreover, the fire-headed monks of the Xingzi generation can produce master-level masters, so what will they be like among the warrior monks?
You can't. A group of professional martial arts practitioners are not as good as one cooking. It would be embarrassing and thrown into grandma's house.
"You look very unfamiliar. Are you new here?" With this thought in his mind, Wang Xu walked to the window where he was serving food.
The person in charge of cooking was also a disciple of the Xingzi generation, a fire-headed monk like Xing Chong, and was looking him up and down.
"Xing Chi has met senior brother." Wang Xu clasped his hands together and said matter-of-factly.
The fire-headed monk who was cooking the meal nodded with satisfaction, took out a plate from behind and said, "Well, don't say that senior brother doesn't take care of you. You can choose one more dish today, and it won't be such a good thing next time."
"Thank you, senior brother."
Wang Xu nodded slightly, took the dinner plate and chose three dishes: fried eggplant, vegetarian meatballs, and fried tofu.
Each of the three dishes comes with a spoonful. The spoon is large and the portion is very filling.
Carrying the dinner plate, he walked to the window next to him. After passing through two windows, there was an extra serving of rice and a bowl of mushroom soup on the dinner plate.
There are not many dishes and not many varieties, but they smell really delicious.
Wang Xu remembered the most delicious things he had ever eaten, one was an alien fish from the dark super police plane, and the other was a Manchu-Han banquet made by the chef god robot from the reverse world plane.
But compared with here, the ingredients are as high as the sky, but the taste can only be said to be on par.
You know, this is a big pot of rice, cooking for hundreds of people at a time.
When compared two by one, whether it was the God of Cooking robot or the alien fish cooked by the gourmet star, they were all knocked out of the game.
"Junior brother, eat quickly. We have to practice martial arts soon. It's okay if we don't eat more." Seeing Wang Xu in a daze, Xing Nan couldn't help but urge him.
Wang Xu didn't answer and started eating while holding his rice bowl.
One word, fragrant, two words, really fragrant.
Wang Xu was quite restrained, but some monks who couldn't restrain themselves even licked their plates clean, which was cleaner than a dog.
After having breakfast and resting for a while, around eight o'clock, the monks went to do their own things.
Literary monks go to Manjusri Hall to knock sutras and recite Buddha's name, while martial monks go to the back mountain school to practice martial arts.
Wang Xu was also one of the monks, but instead of going to the martial arts training ground, he went to the abbot's room of Master Mengwei.
"Xingchi, how did you sleep last night?" Master Mengwei was meditating in the abbot's room and asked with his eyes closed.
"It's not bad. It's just that the feet of some senior brothers do smell a little bit, which I'm not used to."
Wang Xu put his hands together and told the truth.
Four people and three pairs of smelly feet in one monk's dormitory are like chemical weapons.
After hearing Wang Xu's answer, Master Mengwei's mouth twitched slightly and he recited two sentences of Amitabha in succession.
Wang Xu smiled awkwardly, stopped worrying about this issue, and asked: "Master Abbot, I am now a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple. When will you teach me the Marrow Cleansing Sutra?"
"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. When you integrate into the monks and can mingle with them, it will be time to teach you the Marrow Cleansing Sutra." Master Mengyi paused slightly after saying this, "In the meantime, you are here
Think about it, it’s actually quite good to be a monk!”
Wang Xu just lowered his head and said nothing. Master Mengwei looked forty or fifty years old, but in fact he was already eighty-six years old and had been a monk for more than half a century.
For him, being a monk is of course very good, and he has long been used to it.
Unless Wang Xu was suffering from mental illness, he would give himself a few rings and incense scars, and sit under the Buddha statue all day long, nibbling flowers and giggling.
"You and I, Buddha, are still not destined to meet each other. It seems that this poor monk cannot keep you."
Master Mengwei shook his head regretfully and waved his hands: "Go, go, come back in three months."
"Amitabha!" Wang Xu clasped his hands together, bowed and retreated.
When he arrived outside the abbot's room, he exhaled and muttered: "Strange, am I really destined to be a Buddha? Otherwise, why would Master Mengwei want me to become a monk so much?"
Wang Xu asked about it last night. The Wet Dream Master seemed to be talking about something, but in fact it was not simple.
Master Mengwei entered Shaolin at the age of six. This year is 2000 and the master is 86 years old, which means he was born in 1914 and joined the Shaolin Temple in 1920.
Throughout his life, he has experienced warlord wars, the fight against the Japanese invaders, civil war, the Cultural Revolution, three years of famine, and reform and opening up. It can be said that he has weathered many storms.
The words spoken by such people often have special meanings. Wang Xu couldn't help but wonder if he had exposed something that made Master Mengwei think that he was important.
Wang Xu recalled what he had done, and after careful consideration, he found that there were quite a few flaws.
First of all, if you investigate carefully, there is no such person in this world.
A person who can produce thousands of kilograms of gold but cannot find any clues is very suspicious in itself.
In addition, apart from money, he couldn't explain it, and he couldn't explain the Yi Jin Jing clearly either.
Last night, Master Mengyi asked him about the Yi Jin Jing, but he just said that he accidentally received the inheritance from a wandering monk.
I remember that the wet dream master at that time had a very strange look on his face, as if his sigh was mixed with memories.
This made Wang Xu wonder whether there really was a wandering monk outside of Shaolin who knew the Yi Jin Jing. His appearance made Master Mengwei think wrong.
Thinking back carefully, it turns out that Master Mengwei changed his attitude drastically after he really knew that he could change the Jin Jing. He tried every means to make him become a monk.