I saw that this young monk looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a round face, a compassionate face, and a naturally friendly smile.
No matter how you look at it, they are all monks who have a predestined relationship with Buddha.
Hmm... Wuhua actually felt an inexplicable closeness to her.
"Little monk's dharma name?"
Mai Fan smiled and sang a promise to Wu Hua: "Little monk, I have met senior brother Wu Hua."
"When the young monk was in Chang'an, my senior brother once told me that it was Songshan Shaolin, the largest sect in the world."
"What makes him famous all over the world is not only his martial arts, but also his Buddhist thoughts of compassion."
"The young monk didn't believe it at first. My senior brother is the best among monks. How can he be inferior to the monks from Songshan Mountain?"
"But when I met Senior Brother Wuhua today, wow, the young monk finally understood what it means to be a frog at the bottom of a well."
"Senior Brother Wuhua's magnanimity is not inferior to that of Xiao Monk's senior brother."
"It's really refreshing to see it, and I'm happy to see it."
"The young monk feels that the days of practicing in Shaolin will definitely not be boring."
This little monk's eyes are cunning, but his inner qualities are very clear.
Wu Hua is a very intelligent person, so he naturally has a good impression of the smart and clever Liao Fan.
He said to Huo Gong Tutuo: "Junior brother, have you ever talked to the head master?"
Huo Gong Tutuo shook his head, with some fear on his face: "No, this little monk and I met by chance on the road. Before I even had time to go to the front yard, I heard this little monk say he was hungry."
"Toutuo thought, give him a whole mouthful of food first."
Wuhua looked at the bowl of vegetarian tofu that had just come out of the pot and nodded: "If this is the dish, it must have been cooked."
"Junior brother, you are in for a treat. One of your cooking skills was learned from this Tutu."
so good?
Mai Fan's eyes lit up, and the Huo Gong Tou Tuo showed a proud look on his face. He turned around and went to a thick wooden rice bucket, added a bowl of rice to Mai Fan, and pushed the bowl of tofu in front of Mai Fan: "Eat
Come on! Aren’t you hungry?”
Mai Fan swallowed, picked up the crispy tofu that was first fried and then fried, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The fireman Toutuo on the side quickly reminded: "Be careful... it's hot!"
When he was dead, Mai Fan opened his mouth and turned the piece of tofu in his mouth. However, his face was red from being burned and he couldn't bear to spit the piece of tofu into the bowl.
It's really delicious.
This tofu should be fried in sesame oil, and the cavity in the middle has just swelled, making the inner core of the tofu more tender.
It is obviously a typical northern brine tofu, but it is so tender that it is as smooth as southern tofu.
The outer layer is rolled three times at high temperature, forming a crispy crust like a shortbread.
Because of the tightness and toughness of soybean products, when Mai Fan wanted to take a bite, the tofu skin struggled to rebound several times.
This squeezing back and forth squeezes all the juice in the tofu core into your mouth.
The vegetable juice stir-fried from carrots, rapeseed and mung bean sprouts is mixed with the aroma of sesame oil and bean dregs, forming a wonderful neutralization of the vegetable clearing to remove the fishy smell, and the bean aroma covering the vegetable soil.
Let a dish that is obviously very simple, even without any hope, achieve a subtle and precise balance in taste.
Let Mai Fan take a mouthful of tofu, which was followed by three mouthfuls of rice, as well as the freshness left by this dish.
"Wow!! It's really enjoyable! Brother Toutuo's cooking skills are even better than the largest vegetarian restaurant in Chang'an City."
"If senior brother were not a person who wholeheartedly worships the Buddha, he might be vying for it by the shopkeepers of the major restaurants in Chang'an City."
After saying this, Mai Fan no longer cared about the two strategy figures in front of him.
The biggest thing in the world is eating. As his mouthful of tofu went into his stomach, Mai Fan had already felt that his tavern was running again.
Inferior mental pills: consumption increases mental power by 1
Yes, in front of other attributes with a total base number of 1, this mental power, which belongs to the category of intelligence, seems to be a self-contained entity.
According to the previous activation, each pill can bring 0.5 mental power bonus to Mai Fan. After taking 10 pills, his mental power is now 10 (initial) + 5.
Now, if you eat Huo Gong Tutuo's tofu in the Shaolin Temple, a pill can increase his strength by 1.
Mai Fan looked at (11/30) on the progress bar and speculated that in this temple, his spiritual power could be extended to at least 10+5+10
So, what is more important for him to eat tofu with?
"Hey! I said, Brother Wuhua, you make it easy for me to find you... The host is looking for you."
A young disciple rushed to the door and saw a strange scene.
Two monks, one thick and one thin, were looking at the little monk eating with smiles on their faces.
Because of his interruption, the young monk who was immersed in eating also poked his head out of the bowl and smiled at the three people in front of the door: "Young monk is full."
"Senior Brother Wuhua, I heard that the host is looking for you. Could you please introduce me to the young monk?"
The smile was so innocent that people couldn't bear to refuse his request.
"Then come with me!"
Senior Brother Wuhua seems gentle, but is actually very difficult to get close to. Now he is actually willing to take this young monk to see the host himself. This makes the senior brother who notified him couldn't help but look at the young monk several times.
He doesn't look like a monk in the temple. Could it be that he is the beloved disciple of some eminent monk?
When Wuhua took Mai Fan to the host, the young monk came out again after a while.
When the senior brother waiting outside asked, sure enough, it turned out that the Shaolin Temple did not have any accredited monks from outside to study scriptures and practice.
Don't just look at the Shaolin Temple's martial monks, they have kung fu from top to bottom.
Buddhist temples and disciples of the Buddha are basically based on the study of Buddhist scriptures.
Now I heard that this young junior came out to travel and study because the Buddhism in Huichang Temple could no longer satisfy his current progress.
The senior brother who led the way had a better attitude toward Mai Fan.
"I guess Huichang Temple also has some unique skills for self-defense, right?"
Mai Fan shook his head: "I have never learned any martial arts."
The monk's face was full of surprise: "Then how did you travel through these areas alone?"
Mai Fan smiled: "Everything that turns bad luck into good luck along the way is all thanks to the blessing of Buddha!"
I am a monk, and I believe in you.
When Mai Fan was led to the Zen room where he was staying, Wuhua and the host also had another conversation in the room.
"This little junior brother, let me practice with you. In terms of understanding Buddhist scriptures, you are the leader of the younger generation."
"Among our peers in the temple, you are the only one who can convince this young monk."
Wuhua was a little confused: "What do you mean by hosting?"
The Shaolin abbot nodded: "Do you know how the abbot of Huichang Temple described this little mortal monk in the letter he gave me?"
"He said that after receiving enlightenment from the Buddha and knowing it from birth, after enlightenment, he is extremely intelligent and can understand the Buddhist scriptures clearly."
"Other monks have been reciting scriptures for more than ten years, but this one only took half a year to master."
