There were not many customers in the store, and the food and drinks were served quickly. The four fragrant roast chickens were already mouth-watering just by looking at them. As soon as they were brought to the table, a few people couldn't wait to eat them.
It is indeed delicious, but it is not as exaggerated as the rumors. It is not even as delicious as the hare he usually roasts. Chang Yu can completely understand this. After all, food was scarce in ancient times, and this kind of braised pork is also very popular among ordinary people. You can eat it rarely, but once you take a bite, you will never forget it and praise it for a long time.
But for the people of later generations, what kind of delicacies have not been eaten? Even the so-called Man-Han banquet is just that, but at this time, this roast chicken is considered to be the best delicacy in the world.
The four of them wolfed down the food and praised it profusely. In a short while, they each finished one chicken. Still not satisfied, Chang Yu raised his hand and called the waiter for four more!
The waiter was a little dumbfounded, this must be too delicious, but he didn't know that they traveled day and night and only had dry food to satisfy their hunger, so they had a huge appetite.
Texas is not only famous for its roasted chicken, but also its watermelons. Chang Yu vaguely remembered that there was a melon stall next to the roasted chicken shop. He was about to ask the waiter to buy some, but the waiter said: "There are ready-made ones in the store. Use them." The well water is chilled and the cooked buns are sweet, but because of the recent drought, even this watermelon is ridiculously expensive."
"Look, you guys can't afford watermelon? You can even drink wine but you can't afford watermelon," Kuang Ren scolded angrily. Even Chang Yu found this store uncomfortable.
Seeing that the customer was angry, the waiter left. At this moment, the door of the store was shrouded in darkness. The burly monk walked in with a big melon in one hand. The Zen staff in his hand jingled. He looked around the hall and walked straight towards Chang Yu came over: "The donor is kind and generous, and the poor monk borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha." He put the watermelon on the table and made a mudra with his right hand: "Infinite Buddha."
"Hey, why did you, a monk, come in here?" The guy came from the backyard with two iced watermelons and yelled at the monk when he saw him.
"Put down the watermelon and get away." Chang Yu glared angrily, and the guy suddenly softened, put down the watermelon and stepped back.
"Master, do you have a Jie Dao with you? I can borrow it for use." Chang Yu dismissed the man and turned to the monk.
The Jie Dao is a tool worn by monks. It is only used to cut three robes (cassocks) and is not allowed to kill. Therefore, it is called the Jie Dao. It can be long, short, single or double.
The monk took out a very short dagger from his body. The handle was still wrapped in cloth and was very simple. Chang Yu took it and smiled: "Cutting a watermelon is not considered killing."
The monk shrugged: "It doesn't matter, this sword has broken the precepts."
Uh... Chang Yu was immediately confused. He didn't know if this knife had been used to kill people or other animals, but no matter what it was used to cut watermelon, it would make people feel sick to his stomach.
Seeing his hesitation, the monk smiled and said, "I dug wild vegetables."
Fuck, Chang Yu secretly cursed in his heart. With a smile on his face, he cut a few pieces of the watermelon and asked the monk to sit down and share. The monk clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist chant before sitting down.
"May I ask the master's name, which temple it comes from?" Chang Yu divided the watermelon with the monk and asked casually.
"I dare not bear the title of master. I am a poor monk, Haihong, who serves the Buddha in the lower courtyard of Shaolin." The monk clasped his palms together and replied softly.
Everyone in the Shaolin Temple was greatly surprised. The Shaolin Temple was thousands of miles away in Dengfeng. How could he appear here? Perhaps seeing the confusion on the faces of Chang Yu and others, Haihong smiled bitterly: "The troops who crossed the border were safe and sound."
"Could it be that the Shaolin Temple was at this time..." Chang Yu remembered that the Shaolin Temple had experienced several military disasters. The historical data described this period briefly, only saying that the Shaolin Temple was the first to bear the brunt of the thieves passing through... But it is completely conceivable that Henan is the area with the most serious thieves, and the temple is How can we let the fat and thieves go, just for the sake of reputation so that they won't be burned by fire?
"The intruders invaded. The abbot led his disciples to resist the enemy and retreated to other places. The lower courtyards everywhere were also poisoned. The poor monks were swept away by the bandits and fled here..." Haihong said slowly, his tone sounded calm, but Chang Yu could feel that he was suppressing his emotions. Judging from his appearance, this monk was not a gentle person, but had a strong personality.
"Shaolin Temple is Shaolin Temple, and what is the lower courtyard?" Chen Ruxin asked curiously. Chang Yu was about to speak, and Kuang Ren said next to him: "It's some temples under its trusteeship." He raised his head and looked at Hai Qing: "Master, where is the temple?" House of Commons?”
"Huishan Temple" Haihong sighed softly. Kuang Ren didn't know that this temple existed, but Chang Yu knew that he had visited Songshan Mountain in his previous life and knew that it, together with Shaolin Temple, Fawang Temple, and Songyue Temple, were known as the four major temples in Songshan Mountain.
"The master's name, Haihong, is related to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Zen Master Haikuan?" Chen Suole suddenly asked. He is from Henan, is familiar with the Shaolin Temple, and knows the name of the contemporary abbot.
"It's the abbot of the poor monk," Hai Hong said respectfully. Chang Yu was shocked. He had heard of Zen Master Haikuan because he was the last abbot in history and the last abbot in the Shaolin Temple. tower.
The abbots and monks of Shaolin Temple have all been appointed by the emperor since the founding of Fuyu in the Yuan Dynasty. By the time of the 28th generation of the Caodong Zhengzong, Hai Kuan, he had not exchanged information with the court and implemented a handover when he resigned, resulting in a shelving Interrupted until now.
"So the master is no longer a wild monk without water?" Chang Yu suddenly laughed. Haihong looked up at him and nodded slightly: "No."
"In that case, how about you take advantage of this opportunity to travel with me through the rivers and lakes, travel through thousands of mountains and rivers, and then return to the temple to serve the Buddha after the war is over?" Chang Yu said seriously, but the monk smiled: "I don't know why the donor likes me like this. A wild monk?"
"What I like is not the monk, but the monk's ability." Chang Yu chuckled.
Haihong was startled: "Donor, can you tell what the monk is capable of?"
"The world's kung fu originated from Shaolin, and Shaolin Temple masters have emerged in large numbers. Since the early Tang Dynasty, there have been many sages and sages who have served in the army and defended the country. I think the master is tall and strong, and the wind under his feet is by no means the kind of monk practicing meditation. He should be a master of martial arts. people".
The monk laughed: "I don't dare to call myself an expert, but I have learned the banker's skills for several years. It is nothing compared to an expert like the donor."
Chang Yu looked stunned: "The great monk can see that I am also a master."
Unexpectedly, the monk shook his head: "I can't tell if you are a master, but you are definitely not an ordinary person." As he said, his eyes swept over the Chen brothers: "The energy is restrained and the breath is mellow. This is a master of internal boxing." , one is rare in this world, but there are two around you."
Chang Yu touched his palm and said: "The great monk has good eyesight, so you can see that I am from the military."
"The most murderous person I have ever seen is the most murderous person. No one can compare with the benefactor. I know your identity from the first sight. Not only do you come from the army, you should also be a strong warrior who charges into battle."
Kuang Ren and the other three couldn't help but smile at each other, while Chang Yu snapped his fingers: "Even if such a great monk is willing to travel around the world with me."
"The donor is an interesting person, but I'm not afraid of being misjudged." Haihong chuckled, and Chang Yu said, "That's something I have to look at first."
"But the monk is very poor. He's afraid he won't be able to compensate the store." Haihong glanced at the table in front of him, and Chang Yu popped out a piece of broken silver: "I can even afford to pay for the damage to this store!"
"That's good." The monk suddenly roared and clapped his hands on the table. There was only a click, and the table exploded into pieces. The legs of the table that were under the force of the palm were also split into two. The internal strength was so strong. Even Chang Yu had never heard of it. You must know that these hardwood tables are very thick, and they are not the thin wooden boards used for taekwondo kicking that can be broken by a blow. You may not be able to break this thing open even if you use an ax to chop it a few times.
A move that shocked everyone, Chang Yu and others looked horrified and couldn't help stroking their hands: "The great monk is good at martial arts! But I don't know who he studied under?"
"Master Zongqing, the great monk" Hai Qing said respectfully, Chang Yu was surprised again, one of the famous eighteen warrior monks in the Ming Dynasty! He once followed Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou to join the army to fight against the Japanese. After being taught martial arts by Yu Dayou, he returned to the temple to practice and teach the skills to the monks.
This is recorded in real historical data, as evidenced by Yu Dayou's "Poetry to Shaolin Temple Monk Zong Qing Orderly".
"So the great monk can be considered a descendant of General Yu." Chang Yu was overjoyed, "Can he be good at swordsmanship?" As we all know, Yu Dayou is not only a military strategist but also a master of martial arts. He is proficient in swordsmanship and stick skills, and is known as Yu Long Qi Hu. .
"You know a little bit, but the monk prefers to use a knife." Monk Haihong smiled slightly and looked around: "The donor doesn't really want the poor monk to demolish this roast chicken shop, right?"
Chang Yu laughed and said, "Based on your words, I'm sure I won't miss him."
"The donor asked the poor monk thoroughly whether he could reveal his identity now. The poor monk really couldn't think of a young general in the court, but he heard that there were many tough young bandit leaders in the bandit army," Hai Hong said.
"Of course, but before I reveal my identity, I would like to ask the great monk. Traveling around the world with me is not just about enjoying the scenery. There are mountains of corpses and seas of blood along the way. The great monk can break the precepts."
Monk Haihong shrugged: "The poor monk said before that the sword broke the precepts."
Chang Yu was startled: "Didn't you say you dug some wild vegetables?"
"Human life is like a piece of grass, what's the difference between the two?" the monk sang, and Chang Yu was so frightened that he actually took advantage of it. .
"Open and bright, in this case, we don't hide it anymore. I am Chang Yu, the admiral of the Ming Dynasty East Police Factory."
The monk was not surprised at all: "I have thought about this before, but the benefactor does not have the temperament of a eunuch at all." He then completed the mudra and said, "Does the monk also want you to call yourself a humble person?"
Chang Yu waved his hand and smiled: "No need, I don't hire people just to show off their talents."
No one wanted to get it, so he came to the city to eat chicken and actually accepted a monk. This made Chang Yu surprised again and again, but he was also overjoyed and asked the waiter to prepare a new meal for Monk Haihong. However, he insisted on not drinking alcohol or eating meat. Chang Yu Then he asked: "Since we have broken the prohibition on killing, why not break the law to the end? This would seem hypocritical."
The monk shook his head: "Killing to stop killing is to save people, so why break the precept...".
Chang Yu suddenly started to feel jealous again. The head of such a talkative circle seemed to be about to explode. However, he and Li Muchian got along well, but he didn't know what would happen if these two people met.
Well, I'm looking forward to it very much.
