Chapter 17 Fat Monk

Wu Song worked as a shopkeeper in Guihua Building for a few days. Originally, he thought it should be depressed, but after a try, he knew that the shopkeeper's life was happy and tight.

There are not many things to do as a shopkeeper. Wu Er is also a celebrity in Yanggu, and as the head of the capital, although he is now temporarily suspended, this identity is indeed not dare to provoke. Originally, he always came to Guihua Tower to eat and drink for free. After hearing Wu Song's name, he did not dare to make a second place. If the skin doesn't come, there will be more and more customers eating. The only thing that made Wu Song uncomfortable was that because of his worship of heroes, there were more women who ate and drank in the osmanthus building. These women were also sitting in the lobby in an elegant room, not to mention their appearance, and always greeted Wu Song to drink, which made Wu Er, who had heterophobia, very nervous every time. These women laughed. The more they laughed, the more nervous they became. They often sted a little after drinking two cups. Wu Er thought that it would be humiliating if these things were rumored.

In addition, the fatigue of the body is getting worse and worse. Now I can only barely reach the palm lamp, and I feel that my body is extremely heavy and I have to rest. Wu Er was secretly shocked that if he continued to develop in the long run, wouldn't he have the strength to stand up one day? Death seemed to be not far away from him. Wu Er lived and died lightly, but he didn't want to die in such an unclear way at this time, so he secretly assigned the local snake to help him find Dr. Langzhong. Several doctors who came up claimed to be famous doctors nearby, and there was no result after the diagnosis. Slowly, Wu Song's heart became cold and no longer believed in these doctors. In this way, after ten days, he began to feel tired after noon and could only go to rest in the evening. In the evening, the guests always complained that they could not see Wu Song. Fortunately, few women came out to eat at night. The male guests just complained and were immersed in wine and meat.

Just after lunch on this day, a fat monk came to the lobby of Guihua Building. After entering the door, the monk did not wait for the second child to say hello, but directly found a table to sit down and put his Zen stick and package on the table. The Zen stick knocked on the table and made a muffled sound, which attracted Wu Song's attention.

It can be heard from the collision between weapons and tables that this Zen stick is made of muddy iron. It should be more than 50 catties (in fact, I write this question here to show that this person is not Lu Zhishen. Lu Zhishen's Zen stick is made of iron and weighs 62 catties. Considering that this detail may not be noticed by all readers, and it is related to the main plot, so add a comment here). With such a heavy blade, the monk's strength was so strong that Wu Song did not dare to neglect him, so he stopped Xiao Er who was going to pass by and walked over to greet him.

"Master, what would you like to eat?" Wu Song spoke very politely.

"Amitabha, the poor monk heard that the good man who killed the tiger on Jingyanggang became a shopkeeper in this restaurant a few days ago, so he came to see it a hundred miles away. I don't know where the good man is now?" When the monk spoke, he shook his head and didn't pay attention to Wu Song.

"It's not just to beat Hu Wusong." Wu Song told each other bluntly and had a humble attitude.

"You? If you drag on this step, can the man with his eyelids fall down after noon to kill the tiger? I don't have the strength, but I'm afraid that the big worm will roar and fall down. Hurry up and ask your shopkeeper to come out. The poor monk will meet him. The monk spoke more and more wildly.

"I haven't tried recently, and my strength is a little worse. However, I'm afraid it's very easy to deal with three or five monks. Master, let's go outside to compare? What Wu Song couldn't stand in his life was the contempt of others. Hearing the monk's words, the anger in his heart suddenly ignited, and his eyes also looked directly at the monk.

"So it's really Qinghe Wuer? Well, the poor monk believes it, but I'm afraid you can't fight with the poor monk like this. The poor monk never takes advantage of people's danger. The monk shook his head.

"What I did in the martial arts competition was not full of strength. The tiger was ten times more powerful than me, and it was still killed by my flesh fist." Wu Song sneered.

"No, although the tiger is powerful, it is a beast. It is not smart, and it is used to fighting with other animals. It is not used to fighting with martial arts can not prove that moves are better than power. The monk is a human being, familiar with various moves, and is used to fighting with masters. You can imagine that the monk's punch, kicking leg and Zen stick can't be stopped and can only dodge. How can you win if you defend nine moves but can't attack one move? The monk began to smile when he spoke.

"What the master said is indeed a little reasonable, but Wu Song is not so easy to deal with. Master, don't say too much and come to find Wu Er's troubles. Please give me some advice." When Wu Song spoke, he raised his spirit and secretly made a wish, hoping that his body could persist in this fight.

"Wu Dutou is indeed a hero. Even if he fights with the poor monks at this time, he still has a great victory. Fortunately, the monk didn't come here to fight with Dutou, but to take the exam.

"How to take the exam if you don't do it?" Hearing this, Wu Song pulled the chair and sat opposite the monk.

The fat monk smiled and said, "Dou just said that killing the tiger does not rely on strength. It must be wisdom. Now he has become a shopkeeper of a restaurant, and he must be good at cooking. The poor monk is a monk. When he comes to the capital to eat, he only order two dishes. A yin and yang egg and a fire soup, I don't know if this restaurant can make it.

Wu Song slightly clenched his fist: "There is a big difference between the north and south of China. The two things mentioned by the master may be different in different places. Can you explain it in detail?"

The monk reached out and touched his chin: "Take an egg. I see that it is cooked, but if it tastes raw, cooked for yang, and yin, so it is called yang eggs; salted egg soup is also simple. A bowl of soup, the monk takes a mouthful of light, and then takes another sip, it is salty, light, salty for fire, so this is called fire. Soup. To tell the truth, you have been powerless recently. The poor monk knows what kind of disease you are suffering from. This time, you also came here to help the capital, but this is not in vain. If you can't make these two dishes, the poor monk has to leave, and the disease on the head can only be wise.

Wu Song's mind moved, and the disease on his body was indeed to the point where he could not be treated. Since the monk said yes, he would not lie. Even if he could not, this problem had a lot to do with the monk. Maybe it was some poison that the monk and his group gave me. I'll get these two things out and listen to the truth.

"Master, don't be impatient. I'll cook these two dishes in the kitchen." Wu Song said that he turned around and ran to the kitchen without looking back. When turning, he secretly glanced at the small mirror hanging on the wall and saw the monk sitting there leisurely without panic. He just looked at the roof above. This mirror was specially hung after Wu Song came, especially for observing the rear when he needed to turn his back to the lobby in case of emergency.

Wu Song arrived at the kitchen, greeted a clerk, asked him to go to the county office quickly, and greeted the local snake to bring a brother to the Osmanthus Tower. After arriving, he first ambush around and shouted at himself. Once he started, Wu Song was not 100% sure to defeat the monk, let alone capture the monk alive, and asked some brothers to help him, which was also helpless.

Wu Er arranged the backup and began to set up the two dishes. He thought that the monk's request was just a strange name, and it was natural that the masters of Guihualou were quite difficult. However, when asked, did this yin and yang egg and Huoze soup actually happen to everyone in the kitchen? Not to mention doing it, he had never heard of it. Wu Song made a difficult mistake and has agreed to make a bet with the monk. If he doesn't do it, he can also catch the fat monk alive. However, if it spreads, the name of Wu Song will become a shame. The brothers on the Green Forest Road will also look down on him. If they can't make these two dishes, they can only let the monk go. Losing the bet is small, and I'm afraid that there is no cure for my illness.

In a blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed. The two dishes were still eye-catching, and Wu Song was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks. At this time, the local snake approached the kitchen from the back door and saw Wu Song and said, "Datou, I brought six good hands in the government. The eight of us rushed up and thought that the Daluo Jinxian could not escape, so let's rest assured."

When Wu Song saw the local snake coming, he felt relieved. This old man had been mixed up for many years and had rich experience. Maybe he knew how to cook these two dishes, so he asked immediately. After hearing this, the local snake shook his head: "It's the opposite. If you want to merge together, I really don't know what to do."

It's almost a quarter of an hour, and the guests haven't waited so long to have dinner. Wu Song is ready to give up. There is life and death. Maybe I, Wu Er, should have died in this disease. No wonder others. So he tidyed up his clothes and prepared to go out to the lobby to admit defeat to the monk. Distured, when he turned around, he kicked the stove. Although he was exhausted, the kick was also extremely powerful and almost kicked down the stove. There was a fire in the stove, and Wu Er kicked and the fire climbed up Wu Song's boots. The man around saw this and hurried to put out the fire. A man saw that the fire on Wu Song's boots was strong, afraid that it would burn to the shopkeeper. He picked up a bucket of cold water and poured it on Wu Song's feet.

Wu Song's feet were burning, and he was irritable and didn't know what to do. This bucket of cold water poured on his feet extinguished the flames and made Wu Er's mind suddenly feel empty. Wu Song was stunned and turned to smile.

"I know how to cook this yin and yang egg and fire soup. This monk is so cunning, and I also want him to know how powerful I Wu Song is."