"Ouch..."
"There is still a voice, he is here!" Several people pulled Xuanyuan Batian out. If Mai Fan was here, he might have lightly knocked him on the head and sent him to his death.
Because the blood volume on Xuanyuan Batian’s head at this time is 1.
It was too easy to deal with in such a fragile state.
Xuanyuan Batian, who had escaped the disaster, was dragged up by his gang.
He was very aggrieved.
Half a year ago, he relied on the memory of his previous world to place his birthplace on the boundary of Tangmen in the south.
On the outskirts of the Lost Forest, I searched for a player named Ordinary Man for half a month.
In the end, if someone from the Money Gang hadn't passed by here, he might have become the first player to be bitten to death by a mosquito, earning the title of "Mosquito Death".
It is precisely because of this that he temporarily joined the ranks of the Money Gang, trying to conquer the leader of the Money Gang to achieve the achievement of getting the first card in his life.
But even so, Xuanyuan Batian was unwilling to accept it. Where in the Lost Forest did the player called Ordinary Man encounter the entry-level mechanism?
How did you manage to break into the Tang Sect's headquarters with such great luck?
We are all human beings, why should we be so unfair?
Just when Xuanyuan Batian was lamenting his luck of almost being beaten to death whenever he came to Shaolin, Mai Fan had already followed Huo Gong Tutuo into the Shaolin kitchen.
Their diesel train does not need to go through the main entrance. Mai Fan always has a feeling that if he follows a special person, he will definitely meet an equally special person.
It was because of Mai Fan's decision that he once again touched Huo Gong Tou Tuo's favor.
When would those stewards and masters who thought they were noble take a fancy to a vulgar fire-burning monk like him?
This fair young monk was obviously a distinguished man from Chang'an, but he didn't have the slightest dislike for him.
Thinking of this, Huo Gong Tutuo turned on the stove and said to Mai Fan: "Young monk, are you hungry? Can the senior monk cook you something to eat?"
Mai Fan suddenly became energetic and made a small request to Huo Gong Tutuo: "Senior brother, do you have any tofu? The young monk likes tofu the most!"
Isn’t this tofu and cabbage a common dish for vegetarians?
Why does Mai Fan still like it so much?
There was no other way. Something happened to Maifan's tavern this time. The pills it produced were in stages.
The original limit of three months and thirty pills was actually divided into multiple stages after entering the game world.
In Huichang Temple, Mai Fan only took ten cheap spiritual pills, and the tavern stopped operating.
Mai Fan only found out after seeing the prompt given by the tavern, because within the game system, characters advance in stages.
Then the output of the tavern will also follow the progress of the game.
The good thing about the one-time infusion in the past is gone. He has to go to a better and higher-level temple, so that his tavern can continue to produce the next stage of output.
In this world, the ingredient that produces the new category of pills with mental power is: tofu.
It really fits his profession as a Buddhist monk.
Huo Gong Toutuo was very moved when he heard that this young monk with tender skin and tender meat just wanted to eat tofu.
He is a rough monk. Although he works in the kitchen on weekdays, he can't get very good ingredients.
Now that the little monk wants tofu, he should fry a delicious vegetarian tofu for him.
Thinking of this, Huo Gong Tutuo took down the vegetable oil from the big kitchen.
In his opinion, deep-fried tofu with crispy holes is the most delicious.
Then, while it's still hot from the pan, stir-fry the tofu, mung bean sprouts, and spinach together, adding water and white to green. Not to mention how beautiful it is and how delicious it is.
The soft tofu, fried in sesame oil, becomes swollen in shape, soft and hollow in skin, and easy to taste, just like gluten. This is Huo Gong Tou Tuo's unique skill.
The enthusiasm he did here made Mai Fan, who was waiting aside, happy to watch.
His tavern is ready for business.
He discovered last time that the personal attributes of real characters can also affect the four dimensions of game characters.
He didn't know how much his sudden extra mental power could improve his intelligence.
Just as Mai Fan was thinking about it, someone came in smelling the smell outside the door.
When Huo Gong Tutuo saw the person coming, he stood up very respectfully and a little awkwardly. Such a violent person actually bowed to the monk at the door and saluted: "Junior Brother."
The monk actually took it very calmly, and smiled at Huo Gong Tutuo: "Brother, I'm sorry to bother you, but have you bought the silver charcoal I need?"
The sound is as clear as the melting water of mountains.
Mai Fan looked up and saw a monk with an appearance even more outstanding than Bianji walking towards him in the light and shadow.
I saw that his eyes were like stars, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his face was as bright as a girl's. However, his gentle expression and unrestrained style were unmatched by any woman in the world.
His whole body looked spotless, as if he was hanging down from the clouds from the nine heavens.
The monk in white...
Mai Fan murmured to himself that he had never succeeded in tricking Bianji into dressing like this. Who would have thought that he would see such a monk in Shaolin.
"Senior Brother Wuhua."
What? What the hell?
Mai Fan suddenly turned his head and looked at this senior brother again. He was wearing plain clothes and white socks, and even the smile on his face seemed to be out of this world. He was none other than the wonderful monk Wu Hua.
This is a rare monk from an ancient master who does not serve as a backdrop.
His sense of presence is simply too strong.
Mai Fan's eyes glanced over Wu Hua's head meaningfully, but he saw this senior brother looking at him with a smile. The color on his head was not the green of the same camp, but yellow with red. If he disagreed, he would The neutral color of your life.
Mai Fan's eyes immediately gleamed when he thought of this, he turned his head out from behind Huo Gong Tou Tuo, and shouted: "Hello, Brother Immortal!"
"Huh? That's not right. We are members of the Buddhist sect, so should we be called Buddha? Buddha? God Buddha? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, we are Buddhists, so we should be called Buddhas, then we should be called Buddhas."
These words did not make Wuhua angry. Instead, he smiled, pointed at Mai Fan and asked, "Toutuo, the little novice behind you has a very tight face."
"Why did you go down the mountain and pick up a little monk instead of picking up any money?"
"Are you planning to accept him as a disciple?"
Huo Gong Tutuo heard this, his face tightened, and he quickly explained: "Brother Wuhua, you misunderstood. This young monk came from Huichang Temple in Chang'an."
"It was recommended by his senior master and our master that he come here to study Buddhism."
"I have nothing to do with Toutuo."
"Oh?" Wuhua found it interesting and looked at the little monk who was not afraid of anything.
