Chapter 155: The monk asked me to cook (please vote, please subscribe)

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The capital of the Zhu family dynasty of the Ming Dynasty was still located in Jinling.

Although they have the same name and surname, the historical process is different from the Ming Dynasty that Cao Zhe knew.

Taizu Zhu Jiuchong ended more than a hundred years of chaos in the Six Kingdoms, wiped out the barbarians who invaded the Central Plains, rebuilt the country, rebuilt the world, and restored stability to the world. It can be said that his merits are immeasurable.

Later, he was taught the Dharma by gods and men. After reigning for seventy years, he drank dew from the sky on the top of Mount Tai and flew to the sky.

Before leaving, it is told about Zhu Chongde, the seventh son of the emperor.

Since then, fourteen more emperors have passed on.

Today, Guozuo has been in existence for more than 470 years.

Luxury is everywhere in the city of Jinling. Looking at the Qinhuai water, every drop seems to be glowing with gold and silver.

At this time, it has only been half a year since the contestants entered this world. In a world with gods, demons, ghosts, heaven and hell, those who want to cause trouble with just some whimsical ideas Most of the competitors are destined to fail.

So that, for the time being, everything seems to be so calm.

Competitors like Cao Zhe who can achieve considerable strength within an extreme time period are certainly rare, if not unique.

It is absolutely impossible to have such a profound impact on the world so quickly.

However, it's not like no one made some noise.

The news that the sixth son of the Qing family of Taichang Temple recently held a singing party on the Qinhuai River Boat has spread throughout half of Jinling City, and it was reduced to a joke for a while.

In these days, it is fashionable to listen to music in Goulan, and it is the first time for a wealthy man to sing in Goulan.

It's clear this is a contender.

In an attempt to make a name for himself by messing around like this.

Whether it's a good reputation, a bad reputation, or a bad reputation... it's always better than doing nothing.

This is also common sense to competitors.

As for Fengyueli doing some flower work, although it caused a sensation, it did not violate any taboos after all. On the contrary, it was the cheapest way to become famous with almost no big consequences.

It is possible that after the sixth young master returns home, he will change the rattan in his house more frequently.

"Fancy!" While walking, Feng Sheng showed disdain when he heard passers-by discussing the sixth young master.

Then he covered his mouth and retched again.

She vomits more frequently than an expectant mother who is three months pregnant.

His face is very white, and his teeth are even whiter.

Along the way, he brushed his teeth with willow branches, and asked Hongyu to use magic to wash his stomach. Even with an inner elixir that was half fox and half turtle in his body, he looked weak.

He used a wide robe to cover the turtle shell on his back, and used a hat to cover the fox ears. Looking at Feng Sheng's dress, it seemed a bit strange.

After a while, the field mouse demon who was responsible for asking about Kunlu Zen Temple came back, jumped into Cao Zhe's sleeve, and whispered: "Master! The little demon has already inquired. There are thirty-eight large and small temples inside and outside Jinling City. But I have never heard of Kunlu Zen Temple."

"However, there are some noble people's residences where the little demon has a shallow cultivation and dare not inquire."

"Perhaps some nobles built small private temples in their own courtyards and called them Kunlu Zen Temple. I don't know."

"No?" Cao Zhe frowned slightly.

Then he asked: "Is there a Pilu Temple dedicated to Mahavairocana?"

Anyway, Cao Zhe also studied at Shaolin Buddhist Academy.

I know that Kunlu is also translated as 'Vairu', and in the Pilu temple, the one worshiped is Vairocana, the Great Sun Tathagata.

The field mouse demon immediately nodded and said: "Yes! Yes! There is a Pilu Temple, just in the western suburbs of the city."

"Okay! Let's go to Pilu Temple first." Cao Zhe said.

Jinling City is very prosperous. There are not only temples and Taoist temples, but also some niche sects such as Nestorianism from the West, which have strongholds inside and outside the city.

Pilu Temple worships the Great Sun Tathagata, and the Great Sun Tathagata is the highest-status Tathagata in the tantric dharma system.

In the context of immortals and Buddhas, he is equivalent to the top leader of a Buddhist faction in Lingshan.

Even so, Pilu Temple in the western suburbs of the city is not luxurious and does not occupy a large area.

From the entrance to the treasure hall and then to the Zen room in the backyard, the total distance is only one or two hundred steps.

When Cao Zhe and others visited, the temple door was open.

There was no guest monk at the door.

After knocking on the door, no one answered.

I stood at the door and shouted a few times, but only the birds chirping on the eaves responded.

Cao Zhe was about to turn around and leave when he saw an old monk with deep eye sockets and a high nose, who looked like he was of Hu origin. He was wearing a coarse monk's robe and carrying a load of rice on his back walking from the path outside the temple.

When he saw Cao Zhe and the others, he stood still and said hello.

Cao Zhe immediately asked: "But Master Liao Kong in person?"

"Pindao is here to deliver the message as ordered by my senior brother."

The old monk licked his mouth and pointed at his tongue.

But he saw that the tongue in his mouth had been cut off at the root, and he was obviously unable to speak.

He put down the sack in his hand and saluted Cao Zhe with his hands clasped together.

Cao Zhe immediately returned the gift.

The old monk hammered his shoulder and motioned to Cao Zhe to put the bag of rice on his back and enter the temple with him.

But he was not in a hurry and read the letter delivered by Cao Zhe.

After entering the temple, the old monk closed the temple door and led everyone to the Zen room in the backyard.

There are also bamboos planted outside the Zen room, but they look a bit messy and not taken care of very much.

A tall mulberry tree, also crooked and sickly, fell to the side.

Next to the Zen room is the small kitchen.

The old monk pointed to the stone mill for husking, and then pointed to the stove nearby, as if he wanted to ask Cao Zhe to help grind the rice and then cook.

Cao Zhe didn't know what medicine the monk sold in the gourd, but he still relied on him.

Without using magic, the plump and yellowed rice grains were ground out and then steamed in a pot with water.

But no matter how much firewood was added to the stove, the rice in the pot was never cooked.

Cao Zhe simply used his magic power to activate the magic and lit a fire under the stove.

But it still seems that the temperature is not enough.

The old monk squinted his eyes and pointed to the sun above his head, then sat on the futon and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

Cao Zhe thought for a moment, then started to run the Yin and Yang Refining to extract the fire power of the sun, and at the same time cast the fire spell to light a fire at the bottom of the furnace.

Finally, the rice in the pot began to emit a magical aroma.

In the aroma, the field mouse demon and the little fox Hongyu were the first to get drunk, with sweet smiles on their faces, and fell asleep soundly.

After that came Feng Sheng.

He also fell asleep slowly, and judging from his expression, he seemed to be having a sweet dream.

As for Cao Zhe, he always resisted the waves of sleepiness that came like a tide.

Although Cao Zhe knew that maybe he was 'in a dream' this time.

That was the true reason why he came here, but he just wanted to fight to see how long he could last under this fragrance.

"There is the most victorious wisdom, which is always in life and death, and can reach all sentient beings without entering Nirvana." In the vagueness, Cao Zhe seemed to hear the tongueless old monk speaking.

Amid the permeating aroma of yellow rice, Cao Zhe finally fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, Cao Zhe heard the sweet fairy music. He pushed aside the thick fog in front of his eyes and saw thousands of golden palaces towering above the colorful clouds. Cranes and auspicious beasts were constantly coming and going among the palaces.

Fairies with peerless looks came from afar, holding flower baskets and offering fairy fruits.

When they saw Cao Zhe, they all turned pale, and then they all fell in worship.