Chapter 22 Chapter 22 The Monk Waiting to Eat Meat

Young Master Xiang has heard the name Xiao Qi, and also heard many deeds related to this name. This is a very proud but also very proud young man. He has done many things that young people and old people have never thought of doing in the past. .Especially in recent days, he and a group of people formed an alliance of strength, extreme softness, and made many shocking but happy things. Xiao Qi bowed deeply to the monk, his back was bent, but his face was still raised high, looking directly at the monk. The monk didn't look at him either, but was looking at the piece of meat in the pot.

Who is the master waiting for? Wait for the meat to cook. Huh!What does the master cook meat for, and the master does not eat meat. Wait for the slow fire to cook this piece of meat. Xiao Qi smiled and said again: What kind of meat is this? your meat.The monk smiled, it was also my meat. What a piece of meat!Xiao Qi said: "Young master Xiang's Shendao acupuncture point is inch by inch, what does Master think of that piece of meat?" The monk shook his head.That piece of meat is not good.He pointed to the sword on Xiao Qi's waist. Your sword will be pierced by an inch and a half, and the monk pointed to his forehead at two and three points on your left side bone, then looked at the piece of meat in the pot, and poked into the pot with two fingers, He grabbed the meat and held it in his hands dripping wet.

Xiao Qi's complexion changed drastically, the soup was extremely boiling, the monk didn't even look at it, he put his hand in, and grabbed the piece of meat, this hand has deep inner strength, it's no small thing, but what he was terrified was that if he was in the middle of the son just now The sword is drawn from the back, the sword is on the left waist, the sword is drawn from the right hand, and the long body stabs, as if the attack is missed, the frontal bone is the only weak point. Now that he has not drawn the sword yet, how can the old monk see through it. Just now he didn't make a move, mainly because he didn't want to strike behind Young Master Xiang's back, and at the same time, he didn't feel that there was a gap in Young Master Xiang's back, moreover, the fire blinded his eyesight, although the monk seemed to have no strength left, But his presence disturbed his concentration.

Xiao Qiyi gritted his teeth, picked up the dirty teapot, and poured wine for the broken wine glass: Master, please give me more advice. The monk shook his head, lifted the jug lightly with his hand, and said: "Your hands are too dirty, dirty my cup and jug." The wine filled the glass, Xiao Qi wanted to straighten the spout, but the wine was still flowing, pouring down on the table. Xiao Qi let go of the jug suddenly, his face turned red and then pale, and said angrily: Master is a monk, how can he eat meat? The monk giggled, turned the jug upside down, and poured the spout into his own mouth. After a while, he took a breath and said, "Is a bald head a monk?"Is carrying meat the same as eating meat?Can monks not eat meat?

Xiao Qi couldn't answer these three questions in one breath.Xiao Qi stomped his feet and left angrily. Before leaving, he handed over a letter to Prince Xiang, saying: I came to hand over this letter to you.After all, I will never look back. Gong Liaoxiang bowed to the ground, lowered his face, and said, "Thank you, senior, for saving your life." The monk rolled his eyes strangely, gulped down a few more mouthfuls of wine, and said, "Don't you see what kind of monk I am?"Isn't a monk a monk?Are you a monk? What kind of seniors and juniors do monks break away from the mundane world?

Young Master Xiang smiled and said, "The Master said so." The monk slapped the wooden table and cursed: What did you say?What I said was, what did you say?You said thank you for saving my life, when did I save you?Xiao Qi's sword, can't you take it?Did I save him or you?Have you thought it through? Young Master Xiang smiled lightly and said: I haven't thought about it yet. The monk was even angrier: I didn't think so!When a person is alone in the treacherous rivers and lakes, he doesn't think too much about everything, and he hits and hits by mistake. Once he wrestles, what will happen?You are in vain as the leader of the sect. If you are a son of a son, then it doesn't matter. The disadvantage is that you are the leader of the seventy-one disciples. How can you become a master!

Young Master Xiang nodded and said: "The master taught me that." The monk slammed the meat onto the table, picked up the hot pot with both hands, gurgled, drank the boiling soup into his stomach, touched his stomach, wiped the greasy mouth with his broken sleeves, strange eyes He turned over to Young Master Xiang again, and said, "Why don't you have any temper at all?" Young Master Xiang smiled: Yes. The monk said: Why doesn't it happen? Young Master Xiang said: "Why do you have to have an attack?" The monk pointed to the table and said: Eat meat! Young Master Xiang said lightly: "No meat."

The monk pointed with a halberd loudly: "Isn't that meat?" Young Master Xiang said: "The meat is in the soup, and the soup has been drunk by others, so there is no meat." The monk stared and said: No meat? Young Master Xiang nodded. The monk laughed, and said three words in a row, with the time between each word saying that word: good!good!good!After speaking, he opened his arms, hugged the charcoal, the stove, the empty pot, the wooden table, and the meat, and left! In ancient times, there was a great master who was most afraid of ordinary people begging him to teach Zen. He was very annoyed, so he cooked a pot of meat in front of the door, and simply ate and drank there, scaring away a group of boring believers who were entangled, hahaha It is very cost-effective to drive away thousands of people with meat.At this time, he had already walked a long distance, and he said, "It's a pity that you are the one who can't be driven away, so you have to follow me."

Before Young Master Xiang understood the meaning of the monk's last words, he suddenly saw something in the place where the monk was squatting. It looked like a red dragonfly at first glance, but Young Master Xiang knew it was not. . Because that is Tang Fang's hidden weapon, the red dragonfly. Young Master Xiang chased after him all the way, but the monk was always more than ten feet ahead of him. Young Master Xiang didn't try his best to overtake him, because he also knew very well that there was no Tang Fang around the monk. The monk didn't seem to be walking with all his strength.

The two were neither slow nor ill, and soon came to a temple. Not a broken temple. It's just an ordinary temple, with carvings, dragon carvings, and painting styles. The incense is prosperous, the inscriptions are ancient, and the Buddha is solemn, but it is not very imposing. There is a monk in front of the temple gate, with a shauke in one hand and a bamboo broom in the other, sweeping fallen leaves. There are several kapok trees in front of the temple, only dead branches and a few red palm-sized leaves are left. The monk holding the meat in the charcoal stove seemed to be many years younger than the monk sweeping the fallen leaves. At first, the monk greeted the monk sweeping the floor, but the old monk didn't seem to hear it, and continued to sweep the floor with his back stooped.

Seeing the monk stopped, Young Master Xiang stepped forward and asked tentatively: Master.Miss Tang Suddenly, the old monk sweeping the fallen leaves shouted: "Go inside!" Young Master Xiang was stunned for a moment, seeing the dense temples and the misty cigarettes, he answered unconsciously: Yes! Walking on foot, crossing the threshold, there are several Buddha statues in the temple, sitting on lotus flowers, very solemn.Young Master Xiang bowed unconsciously and prayed silently in his heart. Hope to see mercy, Bodhisattva bless, Miss Tang Fang Tang is safe and happy, can find Xiao Daxia and get married together by chance, if you can think of me by chance, Liang Xiang At this point, Tang Fang felt that if Tang Fang had already flown together with Xiao Daxia, what would he think of himself?Then I felt that my prayer was too selfish, and I was speechless immediately, feeling sad for a while. At this time, I suddenly heard rustling sounds in the courtyard of the temple, and I saw the woody fragrance outside the window lattice, but the sun was setting and the setting sun was shining on the courtyard, and an old monk was sweeping the floor. No leaves on the ground. The old monk had a broom in his hand. The old monk's age was compared with the one at the temple gate, and he was as old as an old man compared to a young man with a crown. The young master Xiang was in a daze, and he clasped his fists and asked respectfully: "Dare you ask the Zen master?" Before he finished speaking, the Zen master raised his eyebrows, shook his hand and said: "Go over there!" The voice echoed in the long corridor, one after another, this temple may not look big, but it is extremely deep, Young Master Xiang hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked into the inner hall, it became darker after walking in, and after walking for a while, I saw the evening photo again, there was a small alley, and there was an old monk, his forehead almost fell to the ground, his eyes were knotted with wrinkles, he couldn't open them, and he lost a single tooth, but he was still there. He waved his hands and swept the ground. There are no leaves on the ground. He didn't have a broom in his hand either. He was just doing his job of sweeping the floor. At first, Young Master Xiang was confused for a while, in this bleak time when the sunset was about to end. But suddenly his eyes lit up again. He began to guess who these monks were. His eyes lit up with excitement, but then they dimmed again, more depressed than the setting sun. Because he also thought that if it was really them and they kidnapped Tang Fang, even if Xiao Daxia came in person, he might not be able to win someone back from them, let alone him. if it's them If it is really them! Young Master Xiang really dare not think about it. The terribly old monk waved his trembling hand, meaning to ask him to go in. Young Master Xiang took a deep breath and walked inside. Before long he saw a moon portal. He reached out and slowly pushed the door open. The setting sun shines in faintly, as tired as a tired horse. Outside the door is the backyard, behind the temple, and there is also a tired man. This is a monk who looks much younger than the first monk, but when he looked carefully, he was too old to be old, and he looked like a child instead. The old monk heard the door suddenly open, without looking back, he asked, "Do you know what I'm doing?" Young Master Xiang shook his head, it's not that he didn't answer, but he lost the courage to answer for the first time in his life, seeing this monk, he was completely sure who these five monks were. It was those five people. But the monk seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he shook his head when he saw Young Master Xiang, saying: I am sweeping the floor. I'm actually doing nothing and saying I'm sweeping the floor.The monk's voice was exactly the same as that of an innocent child: Don't you think it's strange? Not surprisingly.Young Master Xiang said word by word: It's not surprising at all, because I know who your five seniors are. oh?who are we? Only one person said, a monk came out slowly from the corner of the temple, he was the first monk to eat meat, and he did not know when he had arrived behind the house. Then you tell me to listen?The second monk who was sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door somehow got to the side of Young Master Xiang. Who are we?The third monk, who was sweeping the floor in the yard, also approached and asked, but the fourth old monk in the alley was out of breath from laughing, and said like a baby: You say, you say, you can’t say, Spank, name it, take hostages. Young Master Xiang took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and said: "Five seniors, the last time the trace of a chivalrous man appeared was in Shaolin Temple seven years ago. The wind, the snow and the moon are dying, and the five eminent monks in Shaolin Temple did not expect that the younger generation would have such a blessing to see the trace of the divine monk. The five monks froze for a moment, suddenly lost their smiles, and then looked at each other again, bursting out with a burst of weird laughter. So you really recognize us. Count you kid with vision. Embrace the wind, embrace the flowers, embrace the snow, embrace the moon, and in the end, it will be nothing. So it's better to hold on to the disability. Shou Que has already left a pair of bones, and your embrace of the disabled is nothing but a fake act. It turns out that holding the disabled and guarding the gate, the former was originally an elder and eminent monk of the Northern School of Shaolin, while guarding the gate is a real Wudang Dharma protector. Killed by others, in the eighth part of "Snow in the World", Yan Kuangtu, the number one lunatic in martial arts, once went to Songshan Mountain with Xiao Qiushui to warn Shaolin Temple, and King Zhu Datian secretly practiced Shaolin Wudang's two unique skills to dominate the martial arts world, but misunderstandings and conflicts occurred. This guy, holding the wind, hugging the flowers, hugging the snow, hugging the moon, hugging the moon, being cruel and forbearing for many years, still breaks through the barrier, has a fierce fight with Yan Kuangtu and Xiao Qiushui, and even uses the five-finger joint mind skill, and has not appeared since then. It's the past, not the show. Young Master Xiang said: It is a great honor to meet you seniors. Bao Can suddenly said: When talking to us, it's best not to talk nonsense. Young Master Xiang didn't even pause: What do you mean by asking the younger generation to come here? Baoxue didn't answer, but suddenly stretched out his withered palm, pulled the back of his hand, and a knife suddenly appeared.The light of the knife is clear, the handle is inlaid with seven diamonds, and it is a light blue dagger. When Young Master Xiang saw it, he was moved, and lost his voice: "Where did this come from? This is my knife!"