The old monk said as he took out the weasel spirit's demon pill and said, "Mr. Nephew!"

"This is the demon pill of the weasel spirit. Master will borrow flowers to offer it to you!"

Ye Zhengyang looked at the old monk with some contempt. This demon pill should have been mine. Is it necessary to do this in one go?

"Stupid boy!"

The old monk immediately slapped Ye Zhengyang and said, "You dare to slander your uncle!"

After a pause, the old monk continued, "The value of the master's heart skull is immeasurable."

"I see that your cultivation level has been stuck in the Ninth-grade Taoist priest for a long time."

"I wish you a breakthrough in the heart skull and advance to the real person realm soon."

After hearing the old monk's words, Ye Zhengyang was immediately overjoyed, rubbed his hands and said, "How can you be so embarrassed!"

"Master Yuanzhen's heart skull is the most treasure of Buddhism. How can I take it for myself!"

"Think beautifully!"

The old monk said angrily: "If you want to take it for yourself, it depends on whether I want it!"

"It is already a great opportunity to make you break through with the help of your master's heart skull. Don't be greedy!"

"hey-hey"

Ye Zhengyang smiled dryly and said, "I am such a person!"

"alright!"

The old monk waved his hand, interrupted Ye Zhengyang, and said, "There is no need to say more nonsense. First, eat and drink enough, and then start to retreat."

"When you break through the realm of the realm, Master will teach you a few more Buddhist magical skills, and it will be a waste of your visit to my Zen Precepts Academy."

"At that time, your old ghost master will not say I'm stingy!"

After the old monk finished speaking, he opened the door impatiently and shouted to the yard: "Boy, do you want to starve me to death?"

As soon as the old monk finished speaking, the little monk Yuanfang rolled out and crawled out. His face was black and white, not to mention how funny it was.

"Boy, have you dig coal?"

Seeing the round and square funny appearance, the old monk glared at him.

Yuan Fang smiled "hehe" and said, "Master, are you reincarnated by a starving ghost?"

"The meal has to be cooked step by step!"

"Wait a few more minutes before you can eat!"

Yuan Fang said and returned to the kitchen.

Looking at Yuan Fang's back, the old monk's face turned red with anger, but he was not angry.

Ye Zhengyang smiled and said, "Master, I'll go and help."

After Ye Zhengyang said that, he ran to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Yuanfang is still busy

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, The big iron pot was already stewed with pheasant and mushrooms, the fat rabbit was already grilled on the barbecue grill with a bright oil, and its golden color was hanging.

The whole kitchen was filled with the aroma of meat, which made Ye Zhengyang's index finger move.

"Junior Brother Yuanfang, I didn't expect that your cooking skills were so high!"

Ye Zhengyang stood aside and said sincerely.

"hey-hey"

Hearing Ye Zhengyang's praise, Yuan Fang smiled silly, took out a chicken leg from behind and handed it to Ye Zhengyang, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, eat quickly, don't let the master see it, otherwise you will be scolded again!"

Ye Zhengyang held the chicken legs, felt embarrassed and asked, "What about you?"

"hey-hey"

Yuan Fang smiled again, took out a chicken leg again, and said, "How could I treat myself badly!"

"I caught both the pheasant and the hare, so of course I have to treat myself!"

"Eat quickly, it won't be delicious if it's cold!"

After Yuan Fang said that, he started eating voraciously.

Seeing Yuanfang's eating style, Ye Zhengyang couldn't help but smile and started eating like him.

About ten minutes later, Yuan Fang picked up a large iron pot, filled with a pot of pheasant stewed mushrooms, and Ye Zhengyang came to the yard with a roasted golden hare.

At this time, the old monk was already sitting next to the stone table holding his wine gourd and waiting.

"Boy, did you steal it first?"

The old monk took a sip of wine and asked Yuanfang.

Yuan Fang put a large pot of pheasant stewed mushrooms on the table and said, "Some of them are good to eat, so how can they come from so much nonsense!"

"Stupid boy!"

The old monk said angrily: "If I don't hit you for three days, will your wings be hard?"

Yuan Fang was not willing to be outdone and said bluntly: "I said you still eat it?"

"I'll take it away if I don't eat it!"

Yuan Fang said that, then he made a gesture to take the iron pot away.

"Bang"

The old monk hurriedly pressed the iron pot, picked up the chopsticks and started eating, and it seemed like a starving ghost was reincarnated, which made Yuanfang chuckle.

Ye Zhengyang looked at the two live treasures speechlessly, put the hare on the table, and started eating.

"Um!"

The old monk praised while eating: "The boy's craftsmanship has improved!"

The old monk said as he drank a big sip of wine, grabbed the rabbit meat and continued to eat it.

The three of them ate very quickly. In less than fifteen minutes, a large pot of pheasant stewed mushrooms and a large roasted rabbit meat were eaten.

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They swept away all of them, and a large part of them were in the stomachs of Master Yuanfang and his disciples.

After eating, the old monk patted his belly, smashed it and said, "It's satisfying!"

"You guys clean up, Zhengyang, come with me!"

The old monk said and returned to the Zen room.

Looking at the old monk's fat back, Yuan Fang muttered: "Every time I eat it and don't clean it up!"

Ye Zhengyang patted Yuanfang's shoulder helplessly and said, "Junior brother is burdened!"

After Ye Zhengyang finished speaking, he followed the old monk into his Zen room.

Yuan Fang raised his middle finger at Ye Zhengyang and packed up the leftovers in depression.

In the old monk's Zen room, the old monk sat cross-legged on the cushion and signaled to sit opposite him to Ye Zhengyang.

Ye Zhengyang was a little uncomfortable with the old monk's serious expression, but he still sat down obediently.

The old monk solemnly took out Master Yuanzhen's heart skull and said to Ye Zhengyang: "Zhengyang, Master's heart skull contains his lifelong Buddhist practice. When practicing in seclusion in it, you can concentrate your mind and calm your energy, quickly enter into meditation, and also remove the troubles of demons. It is a rare treasure."

"Now you practice with it, and I believe you will be able to break through the current realm soon."

Ye Zhengyang held the skull handed over by the old monk and said, "Thank you, Master!"

The old monk waved his hand and said, "There is no need to say more polite words!"

"You will go into seclusion now. I will give you the Dharma protector. After you break through, I will pass on you a few more Buddhist magical skills!"

After the old monk said that, he stood up and left, and Ye Zhengyang said to the old monk's back, "Thank you, Master!"

After the old monk left and closed the door of the meditation room, Ye Zhengyang placed Master Yuanzhen's heart skull on the ground in front of him, and then looked at his nose and his nose, and entered into meditation.

Outside the Zen Room, the old monk called Yuan Fang in front of him and said, "Disciple, there is a treasure in our Zen Courtyard, which has been lost for decades."

"I finally found its whereabouts not long ago."

"Today, my master is going to find the treasures of my Zen Precepts Court to restore the past glory of the temple."

"You are a good family member, so you can take care of your senior brother Zhengyang!"

"There is also to hand over this Buddhist scripture to your senior brother. How much you can comprehend depends on his luck!"

Yuan Fang took the scriptures, nodded seriously, and said, "I know, Master will go all the way!"

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