Ye Zhengyang followed Yuan Fang to the kitchen of the Zen Jieyuan.

When he entered the kitchen, Ye Zhengyang was stunned. This kitchen and the courtyard outside were really two different worlds!

I saw that this kitchen is more than a dozen square meters in size, with all cooking utensils, pots, pans, and chopping boards. The stove and chopping boards are spotless, making people feel very comfortable to watch.

"Senior brother, you don't know. Master is like this every day, and I'm used to it!"

The little monk Yuanfang was packing up a pheasant and a fat rabbit. His skillful technique was no less than that of the chef of a five-star hotel.

The round and square movement made Ye Zhengyang stun his tongue. Is this a monk?

How do you feel like a butcher?

"Ahem"

Ye Zhengyang coughed twice and said, "Sir Yuanfang, shouldn't monks all take vegetarian food?"

"Why do you make meat?"

"hey-hey"

While peeling the hare, Yuan Fang smiled and said, "Master said that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha keeps it in his heart. Let me learn from Master Jidian. In the future, I will definitely reach the Western Paradise and achieve the right result of the Arhat's golden body!"

Ye Zhengyang was defeated by this pair of live treasure masters and apprentices again, and sighed: "Okay, you won!"

After saying that, Ye Zhengyang left the kitchen and began to visit this somewhat dilapidated Zen Courtyard.

Looking at the dilapidated courtyard, Ye Zhengyang remembered the appearance of Master Yuanzhen again and couldn't help but sigh: "Are both Buddhists, Master Yuanzhen looks like a monk no matter how he looks, but why are these masters and disciples like Buddhist scums!"

"Mr. Zhengyang, come in!"

Just as Ye Zhengyang was expressing his feelings, the old monk's voice suddenly came from his room.

"Yes, Master!"

Ye Zhengyang agreed, came to the door of the old monk's Zen room, pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as I entered the Zen room, a sour smell suddenly penetrated Ye Zhengyang's nostrils.

Ye Zhengyang hurriedly covered his nostrils and asked in a muffled voice: "Master, what does this taste like?"

“What does it taste like?”

The old monk exclaimed: "Of course it's a manly flavor?"

"Why, your master doesn't have this smell in his room?"

Ye Zhengyang didn't know how to answer the old monk's question. He endured the sour smell and found a stool full of oil and sat down.

After Ye Zhengyang sat down, he asked the old monk: "Master, I have something unknown to you."

"oh

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?”

The old monk lay on the dirty cushion and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ye Zhengyang asked curiously: "My master is a Taoist priest, but you are a monk, why are you..."

"hehe"

The old monk smiled and said, "What am I still thinking!"

"So it's this. You don't know that your master and I are both orphans, and I'm two years older than him."

"We were begging together on the street, but we didn't expect that we met an old Taoist."

"The old Taoist actually said that your master was born a genius of Taoism, so he insisted on accepting him as his disciple and gave him the name of Xuanqing."

"I was very envious at that time and begged the old Taoist to accept me as his disciple."

"I didn't expect that the old Taoist actually said that we didn't have the fate of a master and apprentice, so he asked me to come to Mount Wutai and said that I was suitable to be a monk."

"In the end, I came to Mount Wutai and worshiped in the Zen Courtyard and became a little Shani."

"Later, I met your master several times, but we haven't seen each other in recent decades, and I don't know how he is now!"

After listening to the old monk's story, Ye Zhengyang understood the relationship between the master and the old monk. He couldn't help but smile and said, "My master is so good. He just drinks and eats meat every day, and does the most primitive actions of human beings."

"I called me some time ago and said that the world is so big, he wants to take advantage of the fact that he can still walk and go out and take a look."

“Hahahahahaha”

Hearing this, the old monk laughed and sighed: "That old guy has a big heart and lives a very chic life, not like me........., alas!"

The old monk said, and the actor sighed.

"By the way!"

Suddenly, Ye Zhengyang seemed to think of something and asked the old monk: "Master said that an old Taoist accepted my master as his disciple, and then he is my master."

"Does my master know which sect my master belongs to?"

"Um?"

After hearing Ye Zhengyang's question, the old monk raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Zhengyang and asked, "Has your master told you that you have never told me?"

Ye Zhengyang shook his head and said, "Every time I asked him, he would disagree on this topic, as if there was something unspeakable."

"Um!"

The old monk pondered for a moment and said, "I do know a little about this, but I can't tell you."

"I can only wait for your master to tell you!"

After listening to the old monk's words, Ye

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Zhengyang thought that the old monk was holding a grudge against him and did not tell him that he had come to the Zen Precepts Academy, and he was a little angry.

"Bang!"

The old monk slapped Ye Zhengyang on the head without hesitation and said angrily: "Who did you think of your master?"

"Isn't I such a stingy person?"

"Um?"

Ye Zhengyang frowned slightly and asked, "Master, can you read the mind?"

After hearing Ye Zhengyang's question, the old monk said proudly: "What kind of mind reading technique!"

"This is his Buddhist knowledge of the mind. I don't know how many times better than reading the mind!"

"How is it? Do you want to learn?"

Ye Zhengyang nodded and said, "I want to, of course I want to learn!"

"this…………"

The old monk rubbed his two fingers and looked at Ye Zhengyang with a smile.

Ye Zhengyang glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth, took out the box of knowing the log and said, "Master, how do you think of this?"

The old monk took the round box from Ye Zhengyang's hand in confusion and asked, "What is this?"

The old monk said as he opened the wooden box and his smile immediately solidified on his face.

I saw Buddha lights released from the round wooden box, illuminating the entire Zen room, and even the old monk's face was covered with a layer of golden light.

The old monk opened his mouth wide, the corners of his mouth trembled a few times, and murmured: "The skull of the monk's heart!"

"Where did you get such a treasure?"

The old monk said as he rebuilt the log box and looked at Ye Zhengyang steadily.

Ye Zhengyang chuckled and told him how he killed the ghost evil Gaoqiao. He met Master Yuanzhen and Master Dedao's heart skull.

After listening to Ye Zhengyang's story, the old monk was stunned on the spot, as if he was trapped in memories.

After a while, the old monk came to his senses and bowed three times to the southeast direction.

Ye Zhengyang was a little puzzled when he saw the old monk's actions, but he did not ask.

After the old monk finished worshiping, he put away his cynical appearance and said seriously: "You must be very strange, right?"

"Actually, Master Yuanzhen is the abbot of the Zen Precepts Academy, and is also your master and my master."

"He disappeared for no reason. I thought he had gone out with Yunyou, but I didn't expect that he would pass away!"

"As for Master's heart skull, it is indeed a rare treasure. It is a great merit to send it back!"

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