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Chapter 14 The Monk
When he came to the fat man, Yan Hao said to him: "I have decided to participate in the youth group competition of the dragon boat race in one month. You will also come. You are not allowed to fail to participate."

. . . . . .

Fatty came to Yan Hao and heard Yan Hao's words, he was a little at a loss for a moment, what happened, why didn't see him for a while, and let me participate in a dragon boat race?I don't need to refer to my opinion?Is it so overbearing?Still a buddy?
Just when the fat man wanted to refute, a longing figure appeared in front of the two of them, Chen Zijun.But she hit Fatty like thunder with a single word, and he was stunned.

"Yan Hao, can you ask Yaoshi Guo for ten taels of silver?"

"Okay, as long as you join my group and participate in the dragon boat race that will be held in a month, I promise not to ask Guo Yaoshi for money."

"But my strength is not strong, it will only drag you down."

"It's all right, you just steer and beat the drums, you don't need to row the boat."

"That's it, okay, no problem. Thank you very much for not asking Yaoshi Guo for money."

"Dare to ask about your relationship with him? It's worth it for you."

"His mother is my nanny. He lives next door to my house. We are neighbors."

"Oh, I understand. My childhood sweetheart."

"That's right."

. . .

After chatting for a while, she and Yan Hao separated.

But Fatty was unhappy all the way down, without saying a word, he knew that he seemed to have no chance, the two of them were childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, both were top students, while he was a scumbag.

Yan Hao immediately comforted him: "I'm not married yet, what are you afraid of, now she's participating in the dragon boat race with us again, close to the water, do idiots understand?"

"What do you mean? I don't understand."

Yan Hao looked at Fatty carefully for a while, I don't know if your books of the past six years are used to read shit movies.It's terrible to be uneducated, completely defeated by you.

"That is to say, you are so close to Chen Zijun for participating in the dragon boat race, but you still have no chance."

The fat man immediately seemed to be resurrected with full blood, and clapped his hands: "That's right. Why didn't I think of that?"

"You are still smart, Yan Hao."

. . .

Speechless, it's not that I'm smart, it's just that you're stupid.This guy is born with a big heart, and Guo Yaoshi may participate, but you don't know.But Yan Hao didn't intend to expose it, anyway, the fat man didn't know about it today, so let him be happy for a while.

Along the way, Yan Hao kept looking at the book in his hand, and he had a little understanding of the cooking in this southern Xinjiang. It seems that there are not many seasonings and dishes in this southern Xinjiang, and most of them are steamed and fried.

By the time he got home, Aunt Xue was already busy in the shop in the town. She left a note to tell Yan Hao that several craftsmen would be working behind the house this afternoon, and the house and the house could be restored in about ten days. The field is built.

Yan Hao, on the other hand, went to the kitchen to get busy and started cooking.He was a farmer in his previous life, and his cooking skills were not very high, but the dishes he made were quite delicious.Afterwards, he searched the kitchen, and sure enough, as the book said, there were not many seasonings, only ginger and garlic, cooking wine, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

But these are enough for him to cook. He fished out a grass carp weighing about three catties in the water tank at home, picked up the kitchen knife, and the kitchen knife flew in his palm in an instant.

Remove the scales and gills with ease, open the belly of the fish to remove the internal organs, and cut the fish into small pieces.

He is going to use this grass carp to cook two dishes, one is braised grass carp, sauté ginger and spring onion until fragrant, slowly stew the fish until cooked, then add bean curd sticks and garlic, stew for a while, and the aroma will immediately hit the nose.

The other dish is fish soup. He boiled fish head and fish tail, added tofu, a little cooking wine, and when the water boiled, a strong fish fragrance and a touch of wine fragrance wafted out immediately, which whetted the appetite.

Finally, a cabbage heart was fried over high heat.

Two dishes and one soup, ready to eat lunch, and half a quarter of an hour before the meal, his grandfather appeared behind Yan Hao without a sound, which shocked him again.

"Son, the food is delicious. I can smell it outside the house. Are you ready to eat? Are you hungry?"

"Not yet, wait a little longer, Grandpa, I am your grandson."

"Oh, so, grandson, hurry up, I have to go out to play later."

"Okay, grandpa, can you go out first?"

. . .

Soon the two grandparents started to work. His grandfather tried Yan Hao's fish soup and stewed fish with bean curd sticks, and was immediately amazed.

"It's much more delicious than my wife's cooking."

"Really, then let me listen and do it for you."

"Okay, do it every day."

"By the way, Grandpa, do you remember the monk temple not far from the village?"

"Monk temple? Remember, where there is a monk who reads scriptures there all day long, there is almost nothing there except a few scriptures, it's not fun."

"The scriptures? Have you read them?"

"I only read it when I'm stupid. I'm not stupid. By the way, that monk seems to have been here for more than [-] years. I haven't seen him go down the mountain. I don't know how he lives?"

Such a monk actually recites scriptures every day and never goes down the mountain for alms. How can he solve the problem of food, drink and clothing?

The two finished eating quickly. Yan Hao packed up his things, then returned to the room, recited the Mahavatar Sutra several times, and took a nap.

Half an hour later, Yan Hao got up and began to practice "Yan's Nine Birds", planning to go to see that monk after finishing today's homework.

He brought some rice and vegetables, and set off along a path outside the village. There seemed to be people walking on the path from time to time. There were not many weeds on the path, but the weeds were overgrown on both sides, and wild flowers were dotted. From time to time, birds and bees could be seen dancing. Insects crawl.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Yan Hao climbed over a hill and finally saw the monk temple halfway up the mountain. From a distance, the monk temple was very small and nothing special. The house with black tiles and mud bricks was similar to a farm house.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, Yan Hao finally came to the outside of the temple. He saw a square stone-paved front yard outside the temple. There were no weeds or leaves. It seemed that someone cleaned it up from time to time. A plaque reads the words "Monk Temple", and the gate is closed, as if not wanting to welcome visitors.

This monk is so lazy, he doesn't even bother to come up with a name.Yan Hao carried a few catties of rice and a few bundles of vegetables, and knocked on the door.

"Cackling", knocking on the door knocker and the wooden door came out, and after a while, a clear and clear child's voice came: "Who is it, wait, it's here."

When Yan Hao heard it, he felt strange, not because the monk had lived in this temple for more than 20 years, why his voice didn't sound like an adult's, but that of a child.

As soon as the door opened, Yan Hao saw a short-haired boy sticking his head out, looked at Yan Hao, and asked curiously, "Brother, who are you looking for?"

This little boy has big eyes, a high nose, red lips, skin that can be blown to pieces, and looks cute. He seems to be only eight or nine years old, with an innocent face.

When Yan Hao saw this cute little boy, he immediately fell in love with him, so he smiled and said to him, "What's your name? I'm here to find Master."

"Oh, you came to find the master? Who is the master?" The little boy didn't seem to understand what Yan Hao meant, "There is only me and the great monk here. Are you looking for the great monk? My name is Fa Ye."

Yan Hao heard the little boy's words, held up the rice and vegetables and said to the little boy, "Oh, Faye, I brought some rice and vegetables for you."

When the little monk heard that Yan Hao had brought rice and vegetables, he opened the door and let him in.

This monk's temple is not big. Once you enter, there is a patio half a zhang wide for lighting, and then you enter the hall, where the temple worships the gods. This god is not very familiar to Yan Hao. The statue of the old monk, and there are no other tributes, there are two yellow futons and a lot of wooden fish in front of the statue.

It was a black-brown statue, carved in a delicate and delicate way. A benevolent old monk looked forward with a smile, holding a pearl in one hand, and standing upright in front of his chest with the other hand in a Buddhist salute.

Yan Hao looked around the temple and saw nothing special, so he asked, "Fa Ye, where are these rice and vegetables?"

"Leave it to me, I'll put it in the kitchen." Boy Faye took the rice and vegetables, turned around and left, "There have been rats eating recently, so I have to put the rice away."

After the boy left, Yan Hao was left alone in front of the Buddha statue. After waiting for a while, seeing that Faye boy hadn't come back, he went into the back hall.

He recalled the previous memories in his mind. He remembered that the first meditation room in the back hall was the residence of the great monk, and he was also seen in this meditation room when he came here last time.

When I came to the meditation room, it was still the same as the first time, the door was not closed, and the great monk was still facing the wall and chanting sutras.This time Yan Hao didn't walk away, he just stood outside the door and waited. He wanted to wait for the monk to finish his chanting before going in to disturb him.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the monk hadn't finished reading the scriptures. Faye Xiaotong appeared in front of him and asked him innocently, "Why don't you go into the house? The monk is inside."

So Fa Ye pulled Yan Hao into the room, and the monk stopped when Fa Ye and Yan Hao entered the room, stopped chanting, and turned to look at the two.

The monk is about forty years old. He has nine ring scars on his head. His face is sallow, his body is thin, and his eyes are sunken. He half-lidded his eyes to look at Yan Hao. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe and holding a polished yellow wooden bead in his hand. Keep sliding the beads.

"Fa Ye, come to the monk." The monk's voice was kind and a little hoarse, "Thank the benefactor for the rice and vegetables. I don't know what the benefactor is here for?"

Fa Ye responded and walked behind the monk, sat down, and stretched out his head to look at Yan Hao.

Faye told him?Or was he so powerful that he heard the conversation between the two?It seems that the latter is more likely. Faye walked to the kitchen from another direction, so he probably wouldn't turn around and come back to tell the monk.

"Master, I took a scripture from here a year ago." Yan Hao said sincerely, "Although I often recite it, I still feel uneasy, so I come here to apologize."

After finishing speaking, Yan Hao took out the scriptures and wanted to return them to the monk.

The monk looked at Yan Hao with a smile, and said, "I know, but since you read it often, you didn't waste this scripture, so I will give it to you."

After hearing this, Yan Hao was not polite, so he took back the scriptures and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, Master, for the gift of the scriptures. Dare to ask the name of the master?"

"The name is just a code name, it's not worth mentioning." The monk seemed reluctant to tell Yan Hao his name, "You can call me monk like Fa Ye. If you have something to do, please speak up, don't beat around the bush."

This old monk is amazing, he actually figured out my ulterior motives.Yan Hao thought in his mind.

"Okay, monk. Then I'll be blunt. I don't know if the monk knows martial arts?"

"So what? If not?"

"If the monk knows martial arts, I want to worship the monk as a teacher and learn martial arts."

"Are you going to be a monk?"

"No, I just want to learn martial arts, not become a monk."

"Oh, yes, as long as you pass my test, you can become a monk's lay disciple."

"Really? Dare I ask if the monk knows martial arts?"

"Yes, Faye, go outside the door and compete with this brother, just use [-]% of your strength."

Fa Ye happily responded: "Okay, monk. Let's go, big brother, let's take it outside for a fight."

While talking, Fa Ye pulled Yan Hao up, as if he was impatient, and Fa Ye was so strong that he could actually drag Yan Hao away.

No way, this Night Fae is only an eight or nine-year-old boy, and he is so much stronger than me. My predecessor has lived on dogs for the past ten years or so.Yan Hao thought in surprise.

When he arrived at the open space outside the house, Yan Hao asked Fa Ye: "Who taught you martial arts?"

"The monk taught me," Fa Ye said without thinking. "He taught me very strictly and asked me to do a lot of movements every day. Come on, I'm here. Big brother, be careful."

Hearing Fa Ye's words, Yan Hao also became alert.At this time, the distance between the two was less than ten feet, and Fa Ye suddenly looked at Yan Hao seriously, as if he was the only one in his eyes.

At this moment, Yan Hao felt that Fa Ye had changed from a harmless boy to a very dangerous beast.

So his heart trembled, and he instantly suppressed all distracting thoughts, concentrated his mind, and stared at Faye on the opposite side.

And Faye also moved, screamed, and immediately rushed towards Yan Hao like a strange wolf. After two steps and one foot, his fists and kicks began to attack Yan Hao violently. The nine-year-old boy was actually two points older than Yan Hao, and the collision between his fists and feet was almost caused by Yan Hao's backing away to relieve his strength.

Yan's Nine Birds Play is a tortoise and ape play.

At this time, Yan Hao knew that he was at a disadvantage, so he used these two plays, one to dodge and the other to defend, preparing to defend and wait for Faye to show his weakness, then he would attack him at the right time.

But Faye, this little brat, is like a wild beast in heat, extremely excited, with excellent endurance, treating Yan Hao like a sandbag, screaming wildly in his mouth, and attacking wildly with his hands and feet, thirty The move has come down, and the speed has not slowed down at all.

At this time, Yan Hao was crying secretly, his hands and feet were numb with pain from Fa Ye's attack, even if Yan Hao saw a few flaws, but at this time his hands and feet were not very obedient, and he couldn't attack, wasting time in vain.

But fortunately, this Night Fae also seemed a bit strange. He came and went with the twenty punches and kicks, and he didn't know how to adapt them. Only then did Yan Hao know his moves in advance, so it became easier to deal with them.

When Yan Hao's hands and feet recovered a bit, he continued to wait for the opportunity. He knew that Faye seemed a little inflexible.

(End of this chapter)