Chapter 154 Witch Ah Zhen!
"Oh Ah Rong, no matter how much you ask, I still don't know. That powerful Vajra Leg only stayed for two days in total. I don't know where he went after he came down the mountain."
Zheng Jirong sighed regretfully after hearing this. It was such a pity that he passed by this master among masters.
In front of a thatched house that looked pretty good, Zheng Jirong met Master Changmei, the dean of Wulongyuan. The master was sitting cross-legged on a futon with his back to them.
Zheng Jirong was about to step forward to say hello, but was stopped by the old master who raised his hand. He said with a serious face: "Ah Rong, if it goes as expected, the master should be studying the supreme secret method of our sect right now—— [Boruo Prajna Secret Heart Sutra], the power of this method is extraordinary, if you are not careful, it will turn into powder within ten miles. For the sake of safety, we should leave first."
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Zheng Jirong was stunned. Everything turned into powder. Your house is all made of flour, right?
But after thinking about it, he decided that it would be okay to withdraw first. The reason was quite reasonable. He was really a little afraid of these funny people.
After the two looked at each other, they both slowed down, turned around and left slowly, when suddenly there was a snoring sound behind them.
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"Senior brother, are you sure that the master practices [Boruo Prajna Secret Heart Sutra] and not [Sleeping Dream Arhat Fist]?"
"Well, the master must have been overworked these days. I'm going to wake him up right now."
Seeing the old master strutting towards the futon, Zheng Jirong took a few steps back calmly. Sure enough, a minute later, the old master with a bruised nose and face was thrown out, and the door of the thatched cottage was tightly closed.
Zheng Jirong quickly spread his hands and stepped forward to catch it. As a result, a huge force was instantly transmitted to his arms. He hugged the old master and backed away for more than ten meters before stopping.
"call"
Zheng Jirong let out a sigh of relief. The martial arts of the Changmei Master were indeed unfathomable. He could force anyone back more than ten meters just by throwing him out. When the Japanese killer king Tears Qilong came over, he probably wouldn't be able to beat him with just one hand. of.
After dusting off his clothes and straightening his collar, Zheng Jirong walked up to the house and cupped his hands and said, "Hello, Master Changmei. I am a martial arts junior from Hong Kong Island who came to visit you."
Seeing that there was no sound coming from the house, Zheng Jirong raised his eyebrows and continued: "Master, your Oolong Courtyard is really a good place with beautiful scenery, but I think these thatched houses seem to be a bit dilapidated. I would like to donate one to our courtyard. Hundreds of thousands, you see."
Snapped!
The door of the room opened instantly, and an old man with a stooped figure and a haggard face walked out. After looking into Zheng Jirong's eyes, he grinned and said with a big smile: "Donor, you have a light on your forehead and a light in your eyes. Immortals are reincarnated, gods descend to earth, I’m finally waiting for you!”
Zheng Jirong looked at his missing front tooth and said with a smile: "Master, you're welcome. I'm just a butcher. How could a god come down to earth?"
At this time, the old master, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, stepped forward and whispered something in front of the master's ear. In the middle of the sentence, he glanced at the Hong Kong dollars in his arms to the master.
There are four words in every word and deed: fat sheep, slaughter them quickly.
After a while, the master and apprentice stared at Zheng Jirong with shining eyes and said, "Since the donor is here to visit, shall we start now?"
"OK."
Five minutes later, Zheng Jirong smoked a cigarette and looked at the five people in Wulongyuan who were counting Hong Kong dollars in front of him with a smile. He said it was a visit, but in fact there were only a few houses in total. In these five minutes, the group of people in front of him took him back and forth. He walked around for several times, but they refused to let him in to one of the scripture-storing pavilions.
After they counted the money, Zheng Jirong put out his cigarette butt and said, "Master, can I stay here for a few days? After staying in the high-rise buildings on Hong Kong Island for a long time, I can't help but want to take a few more breaths of fresh air in the mountains." air."
After hearing this, Master Changmei smiled and nodded: "Of course it's OK, Ah Rong, you can stay as long as you want."
The senior brother next to him also echoed: "Yes, Ah Rong, whatever you want to eat, I will make it for you now."
"Haha, senior brother, just make whatever you want. I'm not picky about food."
"Okay! I'll make one of my specialties for you to try today!"
After the senior brother left, Xiaolong came over and pulled Zheng Jirong's pants and said, "Brother Rong, can you teach me how to use a flying knife? You are so cool with flying knives."
Zheng Jirong panned his head twice and then said, "Xiaolong, it's not that Brother Rong doesn't want to teach you, it's just that my flying knife is passed down from generation to generation.
After hearing this, Xiaolong exclaimed, "Then I will never learn?"
"Xiaolong, you are so stupid." Xiaowen, who was standing next to him, came over with his short legs and said, "If you consider Brother Rong as your father, you will become a family."
Zheng Jirong secretly gave the little fat man a thumbs up, but still refused: "This is absolutely impossible. How can we recognize dad for no reason when we are of the same generation?"
"Let's do this!" Zheng Jirong squatted with a small bald head in each hand and said to them: "You two recognize me as your eldest brother. From now on, eldest brother will share any good things with you. Xiaowen, do you want to go to the big city of Hong Kong Island?" Are you going to eat something delicious and have fun here?”
"Yes I do!"
Xiaowen agreed immediately, shook Zheng Jirong's arm and said, "Brother! If you are so rich, I will definitely not go hungry if I follow you."
After hearing this, Zheng Jirong flicked his chubby face in a funny way, "You little chubby guy doesn't look like you've ever been hungry."
He turned to look at the frowning Xiaolong and continued to confuse him: "Xiaolong, you don't know something. The flying knife in my family's secret art is just a small skill. There is also a move to control the sword with Qi, which is the secret skill in my family's secret art." As long as you practice this secret skill to a high level, no matter how hard it is, you can chop it to pieces with one strike. With your martial arts talent, Xiaolong, you will be absolutely invincible after you master it!"
"Brother!"
"Yeah, be good."
Zheng Jirong proudly crossed his two bald heads and successfully won over these two little guys. This trip was not in vain.
The senior brother did not lie. His cooking skills are indeed good. The table full of vegetarian rice looks delicious and delicious, but the ingredients are a bit...
Broccoli braised tofu, tomato stewed tofu, Dongpo tofu, fragrant dried tofu.
After Zheng Jirong glanced at the tofu on the table, he couldn't help but asked the old master in a low voice: "Senior brother, does it mean that senior brother only knows how to make tofu?"
The old master shook his head and said: "No, senior brother can cook a lot of dishes, but the master took pity on the old man selling tofu two days ago and bought two large barrels of tofu, so I only have tofu to eat these days."
"Uh, okay."
Seeing that Zheng Jirong seemed a little dissatisfied with the food, the old master patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Ah Rong, there will be a big dish specially made for you later!"
"Yeah?"
Zheng Jirong looked at the old master suspiciously. He didn't believe that he could make an exception to eat meat for him. A few minutes later, the senior brother came over with a stove in one hand and an iron pot on the stove.
The old master raised his hand and introduced angrily:
"This is the famous dish of our Oolong Yuan - pickled vegetables and rolled tofu!"
"Holy shit"
The next day.
At the foot of Datun Mountain, Zheng Jirong threw the car keys to Long Jiu, "I won't send you off. You can drive my car back."
Long Jiu glanced at Zheng Jirong and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He said he would not send him away, but in the end he was sent directly to the bottom of the mountain.
"Be careful in the mountains. If you go missing in this barren mountain and old forest, I won't be able to find you."
"Crow's Mouth, I won't disappear even if you disappear. Let's go, let's go, I'm going up the mountain."
Long Jiu crossed his arms and joked: "Do you like eating tofu in the temple so much?"
"Yes, is it possible that you want me to eat your tofu?"
"Humph", Long Jiu glared at Zheng Jirong and turned around to leave without looking back. Looking at her back, Zheng Jirong touched his chin. It seemed that this trip to Wulong Courtyard had made him closer to her.
When he returned to Daowulongyuan, he was surprised to find several middle-aged women lining up at the entrance of the courtyard, not knowing what they were doing.
Zheng Jirong walked to the team and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
"Apply for the job."
"Apply for a job?"
Zheng Jirong took a few steps back, looked at the dark-skinned woman with a big pumpkin face in front of him, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, aunt, are you here to apply for the position of cook?"
"Bah! Who are you calling aunt? I'm only eighteen this year, and I'm here to apply for a wet nurse."
"Ah, you have breasts at such a young age?"
"I just gave birth to a baby, can't you?!"
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After entering the Oolong Hospital, he realized after listening to the old master's explanation that Xiaowen had been depressed during this period. The dean was worried that he would develop Yuyu Syndrome if he continued like this, so he specially issued a recruitment notice to find someone for Xiaowen who could comfort him. Happy nanny.
The temple is recruiting wet nurses
This thing is too nonsense.
And according to Zheng Jirong's interaction yesterday, he didn't find out that Xiao Wen, a fat guy, was prone to suffering from Jade Syndrome.
The old master next to him squeezed Zheng Jirong with his shoulder and said, "Ah Rong, what do you think of the one you just entered?"
"not so good."
"Hey, Ah Rong, don't be so demanding."
"It's not that I'm demanding, I don't even know where you pulled these green onions from."
"You're lucky to find one like this in the wild mountains."
While he was chatting, a kite fell from the sky and landed right at Zheng Jirong's feet.
The old master looked at the kite on the ground, smashed it and said, "Hey, why does this kite look so familiar?"
"No, senior brother, no one is trying to snatch this thing from you, just take it if you like it."
"No, Ah Rong." The old master picked up the kite and said, "It does look familiar, right!"
He suddenly said with excitement on his face: "This kite is Ah Zhen."
"Azhen?"
When the old master was about to explain, he suddenly looked at a woman walking in from outside the door, and he murmured in a daze: "Azhen."
Zheng Jirong followed his gaze, and a woman wearing a white dress suddenly came into view. The woman looked exquisite and had a face that I felt pity for. But what was different from her was that there was a calmness between her eyebrows. It is sparse and has a very sharp temperament.
At this time, Zheng Jirong immediately recalled the plot. This woman was the evil master who came to Wulongyuan to steal the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" - the witch Ah Zhen!