The vicious mother brought her villain child to play badly in the baby show

After watching the set of boxing demonstrated by Ye Bei, the abbot looked calm, did not speak to Ye Bei, and slowly returned to the room.

After entering the house, he turned his back to Ye Bei again, still without saying a word, with the Buddhist beads still clenched in his hand.

Lu Zhizhou looked up at Ye Bei, then turned his gaze to the old monk who had his back to them.

You see, the old monk must have discovered that the punch his mother threw was different from what he wanted.

But...the food in the temple is so delicious!

I never thought that it could be so delicious without any meat.

He wants to eat a few more bites now.

"Ah..." He picked up the small bowl and used chopsticks to stuff a big mouthful of rice into his mouth.

Lu Zhizhou's little face was stuffed full. He stuffed food into his mouth while chewing. Then he looked at Ye Bei and then at the old monk, his pair of black pupils rolling around.

Ye Bei even began to doubt that the boxing skills she was performing were not the second half of the Arhat Fist as the abbot believed.

"Monk, if it's different, just tell me. I'm embarrassed to eat this meal if you're like this."

She really didn't have the patience to wait any longer, so she spoke directly.

The abbot was startled, "Bang! Crash!"

The Buddhist beads in his hand broke and all fell to the ground. The sound of the beads rolling was particularly prominent in the room.

The abbot's heart also skipped a beat, and he lost his composure for the first time.

His face changed, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, benefactor, you misunderstood. It's not that your boxing skills are wrong."

"Yes...I am just too excited!"

"The boxing style that the donor demonstrated was indeed the Arhat Fist. Even the missing part has been completed by the donor." The abbot pressed Ye Bei's shoulders, his dry hands trembling, and his eyes filled with intense emotions.

"In my life, I never thought that someone would show me such perfect boxing skills."

"It seems that this is God's will!" A smile appeared on the old monk's face.

"I beg you to help me complete this missing part."

Ye Bei said casually: "That's easy. Just tell me which page is missing and I'll draw it."

The old monk was so nervous that she thought it was not the same boxing style.

"Draw... draw it." The abbot paused. That set of boxing techniques was particularly complicated. It would be very difficult to remember it completely and be able to replicate it. Everyone had a different understanding of the boxing postures.

"Yes, otherwise if you wait for you to draw it yourself, you don't know how long it will take." Ye Bei said.

Those movements were deeply engraved in Ye Bei's mind, and she performed each one skillfully and with ease.

"Okay, I'll bring the book right away. Please wait a moment." Seeing how confident Ye Bei was, the abbot thought that if she could demonstrate the boxing skills so skillfully, she must be able to replicate it.

It just takes some time, he can wait.

After the abbot left, Ye Bei returned to the dining table and ate vegetarian food leisurely.

"Delicious?" She saw Lu Zhizhou's face was puffy from eating and smiled.

Lu Zhizhou nodded while chewing, "Great... even better than meat..."

"Where is Xiaoze?" Ye Bei looked at her eldest son again.

Lu Chengze nodded. Although he didn't eat as much as Zhou Zhou, he also ate half a bowl more than usual.

Ye Bei looked at them thoughtfully, and it seemed that the little ones liked it very much.

"Mom, it would be nice if I could eat it next time." Lu Zhizhou swallowed the rice in his mouth and said in a baby voice.

Ye Bei nodded, "Yeah, OK, we'll come back to eat next time."

The environment here is good, suitable for meditation and even more suitable for sleeping.

"When is the next time? Mom, you won't try to coax me, right?" Lu Zhizhou looked at Ye Bei with deep doubt.

Before Ye Bei could answer, the abbot's voice rang out from outside the door, "Young donor, you can come whenever you want, or you can take time to stay in the temple for a while."

He wished Ye Bei would stay longer.

"Donor Ye is now an honored guest of our temple. We are willing to receive him at any time."

"Donor, here is the book. Do you want to read it?" The abbot was not shy at all. In his opinion, Ye Bei already knew all the contents of the boxing, so it didn't matter whether he gave it to her or not.

Ye Bei waved her hand. She felt a headache when she read books. She was too lazy to read. "Just tell me which page, which movements, and where it ends."

The abbot walked to the low table, put away the chessboard, spread rice paper on it, arranged the bristles, and ground the ink.

She walked over to the low table, holding the brush in her hand and dipping it in ink.

Abbot: "Page 436..."

After the abbot finished his description, Ye Bei began to pick up the brush, and the brush moved with ease in her hand.

The abbot felt that it was necessary to add something to make Ye Bei's painting more accurate. "Donor Ye, the first few chapters of the incomplete chapter are..."

Ye Bei raised her hand to stop him, her eyes still fixed on the rice paper, her right hand never letting go of the brush, and said coldly: "No need, I already know, you just need to tell me which one is the cut-off."

She doesn't like people talking too much around her when she's working.

The abbot was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and said, "Okay... go to page 480."

"Does Donor Ye need help?"

Ye Bei: "Just wait by the side."

The abbot did not dare to disturb her, nor did he question her. He found a place to sit down.

Half an hour later, Ye Bei put down the brush and rubbed her wrist. "I haven't written calligraphy for a long time. I'm not used to it all of a sudden."

Otherwise, she could finish these few pages in just ten minutes, why would it take so long?

The abbot's hands were shaking as he held the dozens of pages of completed moves. Finally... he had completed this unique copy!

He sat down on the couch, almost bursting into tears, but he held them back.

"I have a question. It may be a little offensive, but I still can't help but ask you to answer it. I wonder who taught this boxing technique?"

The abbot thought about it again and felt that it was not a good idea to say so, so he changed his words and said, "If the donor really has something to hide and does not want to tell me, then just pretend that I did not ask."

This matter is definitely not simple, and he doesn't want to make things difficult for Ye Bei.

Ye Bei lowered her head in thought, and was silent for a while before looking up at the abbot. "It's not impossible for me to tell you, but I'm afraid you won't believe it. After all, it's a little unbelievable."

The abbot saw that the matter could be discussed, so he replied, "Don't worry, benefactor. Just tell me, and I will make the decision."

"Well, this set of boxing skills was taught to me by an old monk in my dream. He told me to become his disciple and that I was his disciple in my previous life." Ye Bei said calmly.

The person who taught her this set of boxing skills was indeed her master, and her master was indeed a monk. However, in that world of cultivating immortals, she did not join a temple, but a sect.

The reason she gave was a bit far-fetched.

But even if the old monk didn't believe it, she could only make up this much.

She really couldn't think of any reason to make it up!

The abbot stood there without moving, pinching the beads in his hand faster and faster. He looked up at Ye Bei, then lowered his head and paced back and forth.

Finally he stopped.

The abbot had a complicated expression on his face, "Donor Ye, please don't tell anyone about this."