"Just by watching Stephen Zhou, can I learn the Marrow Cleansing Sutra?" Wang Xu raised his head slightly and confirmed again.
Master Mengwei nodded in affirmation and whispered: "Within one month, he cannot be allowed to leave the Shaolin Temple even half a step, no more in one day, and no less in one day."
After saying this, Master Wet Dream floated away, as if there were pulleys under his feet, and quickly disappeared from Wang Xu's eyes.
Wang Xu stood there in silence for a while. Stephen Zhou in the movie was just an ordinary person before he entered Shaolin. He didn't even know any martial arts. It should be easy to guard him for a month.
After sealing the Bodhidharma Cave, Wang Xu walked in the temple, looking for the whereabouts of Stephen Zhou.
Stephen Zhou was discovered by the wet dream master last night after he rolled down the cliff. When Wang Xu arrived, he was lying on the bed, and a young novice was responsible for applying medicine.
Seeing Wang Xu come in, the little novice monk put down the ointment, stood up with his hands clasped together, and called out to his senior brother.
Wang Xu nodded slightly, turned to look at Stephen Zhou, and found that Stephen Zhou was recovering well and looked very energetic.
After looking at each other for a while, the atmosphere fell into silence.
During this period, the young novice monk applied the ointment and left with the golden sore medicine. Only Wang Xu was left in the room.
Stephen Zhou struggled to sit up. When he moved, the wound on his body was affected, and he grinned in pain.
"Master, do you know where the Chinese Culinary Training Institute is?" Holding back the pain from the wound, Stephen Zhou leaned against the wall and raised his head and asked Wang Xu.
Wang Xu raised his eyebrows and asked: "China Culinary Training Institute?"
"Yes, I am from Hong Kong Island. Did you know that the God of Food in Hong Kong Island is me? But I was defeated. The person who defeated me was named Tang Niu. He was very powerful and said that unless I could find a Chinese chef
Training academy, otherwise I will have to wait until the next life to regain the position of the God of Cookery. I asked people for a long time and found out that the Chinese Chef Training Academy is located near the Shaolin Temple, but I can't find it?"
Stephen looked depressed on Monday. He did not want to prove anything to others, but he must get back what he had lost.
His previous definition of the God of Cookery was just a process of self-packaging, using the brand name of the God of Cookery to deceive consumers.
But now, in Stephen Zhou's mind, the God of Cookery is no longer a sign, but his ideal and pursuit.
Therefore, he very much hopes to start over again, stand in the World Culinary Competition, and win back the title of God of Cookery that he lost.
"If you want to find a Chinese chef training academy, then come with me."
Wang Xu took Stephen Zhou out of the Zen room and went straight to the Shaolin Temple kitchen. When he opened the door of the Shaolin Temple kitchen, Stephen Zhou asked him what he was doing here.
The next second, a burst of fragrance wafted out. Stephen Zhou was stunned and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
At first sight, hundreds of fire-headed monks stood neatly in front of the stove. Some were chopping vegetables, some were making soup, some were stir-frying over high heat, and some were simmering over low heat.
Stephen Zhou was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. In his sight, a monk in his twenties was carving radishes with a carving knife.
I saw this monk moving like a dragon, and in just a dozen breaths, he carved an image of Guanyin out of a carrot.
The whole process was carried out under Stephen Zhou's eyes. It was precisely because he saw it with his own eyes that he became more and more unbelievable that someone could be so fast with the knife.
"This is" Stephen Zhou turned his head with difficulty, his eyes widened, and he said loudly, "Chinese Chef Training Institute?"
Wang Xu did not answer, but said: "The Tang Niu who defeated you is called Xingkong here. His cooking skills are above average. Anyway, it is not his turn to fry the dishes that the abbot eats."
"So powerful?" Stephen Zhou shrank his neck exaggeratedly, put his hands to his mouth, and looked as if he was so scared that he wanted to eat his hands.
Wang Xu ignored his antics, looked up at the sky, and said, "It's almost time for breakfast. You'll know if it's so great after a while. In addition, the monk's breakfast is just a big pot of rice.
What impressed everyone most was the vegetarian meal prepared for the abbot and the heads of each court.
If you have money, the canteen is open to tourists at noon, and you can also come over and order a few signature dishes to try. Although these signature dishes are not as good as those specially prepared for the abbot, the quality is no worse than those made by Tang Niu."
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"
The monks who had finished their morning classes walked into the kitchen in twos and threes and went to get food as they did every day.
Wang Xu grabbed Stephen Yiyi's hand and took him into the cafeteria to get food.
Ten minutes later, Stephen Zhou and Wang Xu sat together with their own two dishes and one soup.
Looking at Wang Xu's dinner plate, Stephen Zhou found that Wang Xu had three dishes, while his own and the surrounding monks had two dishes.
Before the meal was eaten, Stephen Zhou was puzzled and asked in a low voice: "Why do you have three dishes?"
"I rely on the mountains and rivers to eat. I have connections in the kitchen. Isn't it normal to order more dishes?" Wang Xu took a mouthful of green vegetables and put it in his mouth, raised his hand and waved to Xingshan.
Stephen Zhou looked a little stunned and said confusedly: "Didn't it say that everyone is equal before the Buddha? Why does the Shaolin Temple still have unwritten rules?"
"Everyone is equal before the Buddha, but there is no Buddha here, there are just a group of monks who practice Buddhism. Why should we practice Buddhism? Because we are not Buddhas. It is enough to talk about equality. If it is really useful, you and I will do the same.
I can't sit here." Wang Xu ate the food and said vaguely, "Eat quickly, the food won't taste good when it's cold."
Stephen Zhou ate vegetarian food and thought deeply about Wang Xu's words.
The Zen ancestral court is not a quiet place. A basic kitchen has so many twists and turns, and other places will probably have even more twists and turns.
It seems that I have to be more careful. I finally found the Chinese Culinary Training Institute. It was a joke to capsize the boat in the gutter.
"Nephew, you are finally out of seclusion, so let us wait for a while!" While the two were eating their vegetarian meal, laughter suddenly came from their ears.
Stephen Zhou looked up and saw eighteen golden bronze figures standing there, which was really irritating to the eyes.
"Uncle Master!"
Seeing the Eighteen Bronze Men coming, Wang Xu smiled a little. He didn't have many good relationships with people in Shaolin Temple. Apart from doing good deeds, doing difficult things, and doing bad things, these eighteen Golden Bald Donkeys were the only ones with whom he had a better relationship.
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"Martial nephew, you have been in seclusion for several months at a time. You need to relax and unwind this time. After breakfast, we will go to Muren Alley for some push-ups, and we will take you out to sing karaoke in the evening!"
Bronze Man No. 1 came up and put his arm around Wang Xu, winking at each other while talking.
The other bronze figures stood aside and laughed obscenely. Their smiles were enough to scare children to tears. They were not as serious as the Shaolin door gods should be.
Stephen Zhou looked at him helplessly. He was a newcomer who didn't know anyone and couldn't even get a word in.
After waiting for a while, the Eighteen Bronze Man left, and then he asked in a low voice: "Who are those people?"
"There are eighteen people in Wooden Lane, all dressed in gold, guarding the gate. Who do you think they are?" Wang Xu asked in return.
Stephen Zhou swallowed his saliva and said in a long and trembling voice: "Shaolin Temple, Eighteen Bronze Men?"
“If you know, still ask!”
Wang Xu finished the food in two mouths, put his chopsticks on the plate, and said: "The guy who just talked to me is the boss of the Eighteen Bronze Men. I don't know his name. I only know that he calls himself the No. 1 Bronze Man."
.Don’t you want to learn cooking skills in Shaolin? Wait a minute, I will take you to play with them. In the evening, I will invite the 18th Bronze Man to come forward and invite the kitchen steward out for a meal. You are learning cooking in Shaolin
The success of this art depends only on three or two bottles. If you drink enough, there is no problem."
"real?"
Stephen Zhou was overjoyed, and then he realized what was happening. He looked at Wang Xu with strange eyes and asked, "We met by chance, and you were a matchmaker and a bridge. You were so kind to me. Could it be that we are long-lost brothers?"
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"Brother, are you awake?"
Wang Xu smiled nonchalantly, and the next moment, looking at Stephen Zhou's puzzled expression, he waved his hand, "I see that you have a sky-high bone in your forehead and a bright light in your eyes, and you will definitely be successful in the future. As for me, before you
Invest before you become successful, and then repay me after you become successful."
"Okay, if I can soar into the sky, I will never forget you, brother." Stephen Zhou could not understand what Wang Xu really meant. He only listened to one side and patted his chest and promised loudly.
Wang Xu smiled extremely kindly, patted Stephen Zhou on the shoulder, and said: "Brother, this is what we have decided!"
"It's a deal, you will be my eldest brother from now on. You will protect me when I am in Shaolin, and I will protect you after leaving Shaolin. Let's drink soup and drink, and I will do it first as a token of respect!" Stephen Zhou picked up the soup bowl and said,
After a few mouthfuls, it was done.
After finishing a bowl of soup in one breath, Stephen Zhou touched the corner of his mouth and smiled secretly in his heart: "I, Stephen Zhou, really have my own destiny. When I came to Shaolin Temple, a place where no one can shit, I was able to find a supporter.