Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Now that it is so straightforwardly shown in front of his eyes, it seems that someone is whispering the true meaning of cooking in his ear, which makes him burst into tears unconsciously.

"Master Zhou!"

Zhang Tianyang shouted loudly.

Hearing the shout, Stephen Zhou turned around, looked at him and smiled, clenched his fist with his right hand, tapped his chest lightly, turned and left.

Zhang Tianyang's ears sounded like a bell like Huang Lu's.

"As long as you put your heart into it, everyone is a God of Cookery!"

Wang Xuebin saw that the scene was a bit chaotic. The host stood blankly on the stage, not knowing what to do. He got up helplessly, nodded at Master Nocturnal Nocturnal, walked onto the stage, and took the host's microphone.

"Our God of Cookery competition is a fair, just and open competition. I believe you can see that Mr. Stephen's withdrawal just now was out of his own will. As the organizer of the competition, we respect his choice.

At the same time, as a director of the World God of Cookery Association, I extended an invitation to Mr. Zhou, sincerely inviting him to join the God of Cookery Association and make contributions to the food industry together.

I also hope that the audience and judges will focus their attention on the next competition. The competition is not over yet, and the final will be even more exciting.

Well, let our one hundred judges make their choices, staff, please send the ballot box to the front desk, and the rest of the time will be handed over to the public judges, who will make their choices! "

After finishing speaking, he returned the microphone to the host and glared at her. The host is pretty, but his skills are really unreliable. The CC TV station is more reliable.

The game slowly returned to order, people's attention was shifted to the result of the game, and the impact of Stephen's retirement was temporarily eliminated.

Whether it will explode in the future depends on whether there are people who contribute to the flames.

"call!"

Wang Xuebin let out a long breath, and Master Mengyi behind him felt a little embarrassed.

"Benefactor, Stephen Zhou asked me to take him to apologize to you. He was agitated and made a decision without careful consideration. He didn't expect to bring you such a big trouble!"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and sighed:

"What kind of trouble is this? If Zhang Tianyang wins the God of Cookery, the trouble has just begun. The West has never let go of the ideological struggle. Just look at the final result!"

The Master of Nocturnal Remnants asked:

"Will the benefactor still participate in the final?"

Wang Xuebin shook his head.

"No, the final competition is no longer about culinary skills. If I absolutely participate in the competition after 23 years, I still won't be angry with it now!"

Master Mengyi's smile also faded a lot.

"It's better for the almsgiver to go to the dojo of the poor monk. The God of Cookery will also be there. If you have any doubts about cooking, you can ask him for advice. His cooking skills are much better than the poor monk!"

Wang Xuebin laughed when he heard this.

"Then I will bother you, and I hope that the Bodhisattva will not dislike my mortal body!"

Master Mengyi listened to Wang Xuebin's address, did not refute, and said with a smile:

"Where is the benefactor, be it the poor monk or the God of Cookery, which one is not the fruit of the cultivation of the mortal body, the benefactor has a bright future, so why should he be humble?"

Wang Xuebin nodded seriously.

"It makes sense. The Bodhisattva will definitely not deceive me. If I achieve something in the future, I will definitely rebuild the temple and build a golden body for the Bodhisattva!"

The Master of Nocturnal Remnant laughed loudly when he heard the words:

"The benefactor, don't forget to buy a lottery ticket!"

After finishing speaking, both of them laughed heartily, the smiles seemed to be able to drive away all the haze in their hearts, the smiles seemed to be joyful, sad, and mocking.

Surrounded by audiences from various countries, no one could spot the two laughing. The two seemed to be in different worlds, incompatible with other people and the world.

Chapter 130 Old Dreams

Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain, Hunan Province, no matter how many times you come to this place, you will find it wonderful.

"Is the Master of Nocturnal Remnants here?"

Wang Xuebin was holding a gift box, standing at the gate of the temple and shouting.

"come in!"

It was a woman who spoke, her voice was very gentle, but her tone was a little weird.

Wang Xuebin opened the door and entered the temple, not a single plant or tree had changed, the temple was still empty, there were no other monks, only Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva dressed in white stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking at Wang Xuebin helplessly.

Wang Xuebin raised the gift box in his hand and said:

"When I came to visit, I didn't know what to buy, and it was inappropriate to buy something empty-handed, so I bought some incense candles to show my heart!"

"You!"

The Bodhisattva smiled, took the incense candle in his hand, put it on the altar in the Guanyin Hall, looked back at him, shook his head and said:

"Come with the poor monk!"

As he said that, he took a step forward, and the color of the sky and the earth changed instantly, and the temple disappeared, replaced by endless bamboo forests and herbs, growing directly on the rocks.

The sun in the sky is extremely bright, and the gentle wind brings a faint scent of sandalwood. The mountains, rocks, and bamboo forests emit soft light under the sun's rays.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, dressed in white and barefoot, walked in front, followed by Wang Xuebin.

The two walked together, passed through the bamboo forest, and saw a shimmering pond full of golden koi carps. Seeing the arrival of the Bodhisattva, they all jumped out of the water.

There is a small pavilion in the middle of the pond. There is a stone table and three stone chairs in the pavilion. The table and chairs are connected with the pavilion, as if carved out of a whole stone.

There is a pot of tea and three bamboo cups on the stone table. The tea in the cups is still steaming, as if it has just been cooked, waiting to be tasted.

Wang Xuebin admired the surrounding scenery and said in admiration:

"Bodhisattva's place is really a treasure land of geomantic omen!"

"What? Did the benefactor take a fancy to the poor monk's burrow?"

Guanshiyin Bodhisattva picked up a cup of tea and handed it to Wang Xuebin, teasing with a light smile.

Wang Xuebin took the teacup, gave a salute, and asked:

"Is the Bodhisattva willing to give up his love?"

Guanshiyin Bodhisattva also picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said without changing expression:

"This is the ashram of the poor monk. Donations are mainly for love, and there is nothing wrong with giving them to the benefactor!"

At this time, a familiar voice came from outside the pavilion.

"Hey, isn't the Bodhisattva homeless?"

Stephen Zhou strolled in carrying a food box, and joked with a smile.

He walked into the pavilion, put the food box on the table, looked up and saw Wang Xuebin, and exaggeratedly shouted:

"Little brother is very kind. Could it be that you are the legendary handsome chef?"

Wang Xuebin nodded, raised his teacup and respected him from afar.

"That's right, I'm the pretty boy, the God of Cookery, even bigger than your God of Cookery!"

After speaking, the three of them all laughed, their manners were different, but each had their own charm.

Avalokitesvara saw the food box brought by Stephen Zhou and said with a smile:

"The God of Cookery just took something to eat? You know, even the benefactor Wang did not forget to offer some incense candles to the poor monk. Could it be that the food box of the God of Cookery contains dragon liver and phoenix marrow?"

Stephen Zhou opened his eyes wide, looked at Wang Xuebin, and exaggeratedly gave a thumbs up.

"Brother! Creative! Why didn't I think of it!"

As he spoke, he opened the food box, looked at the two of them and said:

"Look at my mysterious food! Miscellaneous! Broken! Noodles!"

As he spoke, he took out a bowl of noodles from the food box and held it high above his head.

Wang Xuebin and Bodhisattva watched him play tricks without any reaction.

Seeing that the two of them didn't react at all, Stephen Zhou put the noodles in front of Wang Xuebin boringly.

It's just a bowl of chop suey noodles that looks ordinary, the kind that costs [-] yuan on the street, and you get free soup.

But in the ordinary is also from the hands of the God of Cookery, Wang Xuebin is still looking forward to it.

Stephen Zhou did not stop, and continued:

"Of course, there are plain noodles specially prepared for Bodhisattvas!"

While speaking, he brought out a bowl of plain noodles from the food box, placed it in front of the Bodhisattva, and gave him a pair of disposable chopsticks.

The Bodhisattva didn't pick it up, but with a wave of his sleeve, he conjured up three pairs of bamboo chopsticks and distributed them to the two.

Stephen Zhou looked at the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, threw the disposable ones aside, and took out a bowl of chop suey noodles from the food box, and placed it in front of him.

looked at them and said:

"Come on, everyone have a taste, my God of Cookery's special chop suey noodles!"

As he spoke, he raised his chopsticks and ate it with big mouthfuls. He looked very appetizing, and the Bodhisattva didn't care about it. He looked at Wang Xuebin and said:

"The benefactor should also try it, the cooking god's craftsmanship is really extraordinary!"

Wang Xuebin nodded, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.

The noodles are full of alkaline water.The curry fish balls have no fish or curry taste, the radish has not been picked, it has too many tendons, the pork skin is too rotten, and the pig blood is rotten and thin, and it will fall apart when you pinch it.

The only thing worthy of praise is that the large intestine is washed very clean without feces.

But it was such a bowl of noodles that Wang Xuebin couldn't help himself.

Wang Xuebin stuffed the noodles into his mouth, watching the scenes that appeared in front of him.

A baby was born, the mother looked at the child with a weak face, the father was walking and bouncing, carrying black chicken soup, broke into the ward, and grinned to the sky.

Parents are busy with business and have no time to take care of their children, so the children are sent to a kindergarten.

The child developed the habit of gobbling food in the kindergarten, because the food is limited, he eats a lot, if he doesn't eat faster, he won't be able to eat the second bowl, and he will be hungry.

The kindergarten ate egg fried rice today. The egg fried rice here is the best because it contains ham, which is one of the few meaty things he can eat.

His parents had quarreled, and the quarrel was very fierce. He watched from the stairs, not daring to go up, so he could only cry where he was, very sad and frightened.

His mother took him back to his hometown, because his natal family was not happy when he got married, and his mother was a very strong person, so she refused to go back to her natal family.

In addition, when I came back, I didn't bring a penny with me, and I sat helplessly at the train station, with nowhere to go.

With the help of friends, my mother moved into a small house, less than [-] square meters. There was only a spring bed, a table and chairs in the house. It was very cramped, but it felt safe.

As the child grew older, the conditions at home became better and better. The child learned to cook by himself, but he could only fry poached eggs. The mother was busy with work, so the child took care of himself.

One steamed bun sandwiched an egg, and he could eat seven or eight steamed buns a day, and naturally he could also eat seven or eight eggs, and his body became uncontrollably fatter.

Elementary school, junior high school, high school, junior college, children grow up, and the weight is getting heavier and heavier. He has interviewed for many jobs, but no company wants him because his image is too bad and he doesn't look like a person who likes to work.

Finally, relying on his own ability, he finally got a job. During the working period, he was conscientious and diligent, day and night, and achieved one result after another, which was recognized by all his colleagues.

He resigned, and the day and night work made him feel a little dazed, and he didn't dare to persevere. He passed a passing exam and started working as a takeaway.

He obtained a system, he was not excited, only panic, fear of strangers, he suppressed the panic by virtue of his strong psychological quality, and carefully tested the system.

The first task was to lose weight, which hit his nails. He made up his mind, left the city, and took the first step with the mentality of failing or succeeding.

During the period of the Republic of China, his face was devastated. He lost weight and practiced martial arts. When the country was in danger, he wanted to trade and rejuvenate the country, but he was betrayed by his subordinates, and the Japanese invaded everywhere.

He joined the army, was defeated in battles, retreated from Zaocheng to Xucheng, from Xucheng to Huaicheng, finally, he decided to pull up a team by himself, but was buried by him in a few days.

Those loyal souls didn't blame him, but he couldn't forgive himself.

Finally, he became a rampant assassin tycoon, and his reputation was sung all over the country. He avenged all his personal revenge but could not avenge his country. He left, and the reason for his departure was betrayal.

In that era when people were not as good as ghosts, he knew that the good and evil of human nature have always been two sides of the same body, which are inseparable.

Back to reality, guilt and powerlessness tormented him day and night, and every day he woke up from the nightmare, he began to question himself, his ability, his existence, and the system.

Finally, he made up his mind to travel again, this time not only for learning ability, but also to verify his own existence.

He chose many worlds, mixed them together, and entered the army, a place full of discipline. He wanted to see if he had the opportunity to come into contact with other plots in the army.

The result made him very terrified. He entered the intelligence agency by mistake. He went through all the plots one by one. He met all the characters in the plot, without exception.

From then on, he questioned himself more seriously, and he didn't know whether he was a real character or just a fictional character.

He started to get in touch with charity, not for anything else, just to leave something in the world and prove his own existence. He is doing good deeds crazily, hoping to use truth, kindness and beauty to cover up the confusion in his heart.