"Hello, I've heard of you for a long time, Mr. Zheng Yuan, the Ice King."
The handsome young man wearing a turban smiled slightly and saluted Zheng Yuan.
"Hello."
Zheng Yuan nodded, Qianliu on the side also said.
"Long time no see, Zhou."
"Long time no see, Mr. Qianliu."
The social appearance of an ugly society is polite and unfamiliar.
"Where's the wheel? He will teach you how to make Hongshao first."
Master Zhen asked Zhou.
"Master Lunyan went out not long ago to deal with the Shilin Temple branch. He has temporarily handed over the responsibility of acting master to me."
Zhou responded, his upward eyes making him look heroic and capable.
"Well, then you will be the first to teach the introduction to food righteousness, Zhou."
Master Zhen nodded, then waved his arm, and the golden spoon appeared, picking him up and flying away into the distance.
"My name is...Zhou..."
The unfinished words were stuck in his mouth. Zhou was stunned for a moment and then looked at Zheng Yuan.
"Since Master Zhen has given me the responsibility of teaching you, I will try my best to teach you the essence of Shiyi."
"Thank you in advance."
Zheng Yuanwen Zou Zou responded.
"Then I'll go back first. I still trust Zhou's abilities. I'll treat you to a meal when you finish practicing your food righteousness."
Qianliu said to Zheng Yuan, then turned and walked towards the exit.
"Don't worry, it won't take long for me to make you bleed profusely. Remember to prepare more ingredients."
Zheng Yuan smiled.
Qianliu didn't respond, just made an OK gesture.
...
"This is a martial arts training ground. This year we will officially start recruiting students from the outside. Mr. Zheng Yuan, you can be considered as the first batch of students."
Zhou looked towards the martial arts arena covering an area of 1,000 square meters, where hundreds of people stood neatly in a phalanx.
"They don't look like good people. Look, why are there people with tattoos on their faces?"
Zheng Yuan pointed to the first person in the phalanx. He was a burly man. Although he was not as tall as Zheng Yuan, he was still 1.9 meters tall. Although he was wearing simple clothes, his bulging muscles still made the clothes bulge, exposing every inch. His skin was densely covered with black lines, which looked dangerous and violent, and the other people in the square also looked full of evil aura, and they didn't look like good people.
"Actually, at present, those who come to Shilin Temple to practice are those who have committed crimes but are not guilty enough to die. Instead of locking them in prison and wasting food, if we let them come to practice Shilin Temple, they will be punished after they leave. Sent to the edge of the human world to serve as...ahem."
Zhou coughed lightly and smiled awkwardly.
"Cannon fodder, I understand."
Zheng Yuan showed a smile that understood instantly.
"By the way, aren't there any students who have signed up themselves?"
Zheng Yuan had some doubts. Although he hadn't officially started learning yet, the food that Lian Jie Nai recommended was by no means a roadside commodity. It must be very good.
"Yes, look over there, the red-haired one and the crew-cut guy standing next to him are from Totsuki Academy. They seem to be named Yukihira Joichiro and Dojima Gin. They are very good at cooking."
Zhou pointed to the right side of the square formation, where the two menacing men blended in perfectly, and Zheng Yuan didn't notice it at all.
"Old friend."
Zheng Yuan looked a little surprised.
"Want to go up and say hello?"
Zhou asked.
"Forget it, I'm not that familiar actually."
Zheng Yuan shook his head. Now he should practice his food ethics first. There was nothing important anyway, and going up to say hello would make him uncomfortable.
"Okay, then let's go shopping and start practicing formally tomorrow."
Zhou said understandingly, and then led Zheng Yuan around Shilin Temple.
Although Shirin Temple is not big, it actually covers an area of only three square kilometers. The scenery is also unchanged, and the whole temple has a depressing feeling.
...
In the early morning, at five o'clock, before the sun rose, Zheng Yuan and Yiyi were already woken up by Zhou.
Zheng Yuan wore the same clothes with the Chinese characters "Shiyi" embroidered on the chest, and a symbolic small mandarin jacket for 100 million. He stood in front of Zhou, one with a dog, and listened to him carefully.
"First, let's practice food meditation. Come on, do it with me."
Zhou sat cross-legged on the mat, put his hands together and said.
"good."
Zheng Yuan quickly sat down on the cool cushion. Just 100 million was troublesome. He looked at his limbs and saw a confused look on his face.
"You don't have to cross your legs, just use the posture you are most familiar with. The main purpose of food meditation is to be grateful for the ingredients. Crossing your legs is just a lot of sitting for a while."
Zhou explained, then Yiyi nodded and knelt down on the ground.
"Generally, sitting meditation is to relax the body and mind and enter the so-called state of selflessness. To put it bluntly, it is a daze. Food Zen is different. Food Zen is a mental preparation exercise to express gratitude to food. You need to relax your body and mind and listen. The inspiration of your life.”
Zhou explained in detail.
"Relax, listen, be thankful..."
Zheng Yuan sat cross-legged, relaxed his body, closed his eyes, and suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart.
As his body relaxed, Zheng Yuan felt seriously. Because he closed his eyes, his ears were more sensitive. The subtle breathing and heartbeat sounds around him, and then the sound of stove fires in the distance, the chirping of birds, and the sound of flapping wings in the wind. , all this seems so noisy, but it makes people feel at peace.
Then the sounds gradually faded away, the sounds of birds, stove fires, and human voices gradually faded away, replaced by the sound of Zheng Yuan's own breathing, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other as his chest rose and fell, and the feeling of air entering his nasal cavity.
Slowly, the sound of a strong heartbeat echoed in Zheng Yuan's ears, and the sound of blood rushing with the heartbeat passed through the blood vessels.
Later, no matter how long it took, even the sound of his heartbeat disappeared. Zheng Yuan felt as if he was sitting alone in the dark, boundless darkness.
A sound began to echo in the darkness. It was a sound that Zheng Yuan had never heard before. It was as thick as a whale's call and as gentle as the sound of footsteps in the empty valley. The sound that he had never heard before attracted Zheng Yuan.
"This is...the sound of life!"
Finally, Zheng Yuan realized something, so he opened his eyes, but what he saw in front of him was not darkness, but dazzling sunlight.
"What an amazing talent. Even with the help of Song Ming Pen Cao, you actually succeeded in eating Zen for the first time."
Zhou said with some surprise.
"How long has it been?"
Zheng Yuan asked. He forgot about time while eating Zen, and it always felt like a long time had passed.
"Two hours, it's already seven o'clock, you need to make breakfast yourself."
Zhou said, and then looked next to Zheng Yuan. Yiyi's head had drooped deeply and he was purring deeply.
"Oh, I was too used to it before."
Zheng Yuan sighed, then clenched his fist and punched it hard.
"Get up!"
PS: It’s so hard to write, the prisoner of stupid food, the weird setting of Cao Nima, I’m writing this because I’m sick, these chapters have broken my guard, there are only a few chapters for such an important main line of food meaning. I have to complete the content of it, and I have to figure out how to develop it so that it doesn't appear to be unpeaceful. Brothers, you can't write unfinished comics. This is a kind of torture, even for people like Naruto who are inconsistent. The plot is better than this crappy one! ! !
