Chapter 18 Yin and Yang Fire

Wu Song made up his mind and called a powerful man, so he gave such an instruction. The man is usually very smart and nodded repeatedly: "The shopkeeper is really smart, and the little one will be done."

Hearing this, Wu Song smiled, walked through the kitchen to his room, changed his clothes, and came to the lobby again. The fat monk's movements have not changed, but his eyes have been closed and his mouth is reciting, as if he is reciting some scriptures. When Wu Song came to him, he slowly opened his eyes: "Amitabha, are you here to admit defeat?"

"The master speaks well, and I, Wu Song, have never admitted defeat."

"Oh? That is to say, the yin and yang egg and Huoze Tang Zun drive have been done? The poor monk is going to have a good time.

"Master, don't forget what you promised earlier."

"The monks don't talk about slander."

"Okay, the master is really a cool person." Wu Song said and laughed.

At this time, the man who had been instructed by Wu Er came up with a tray. There was only one plate on the tray, and there was an egg on the plate, which was cut in half. The man put the plate on the table and turned back to the kitchen.

"Master, please taste it. This is the yin and yang egg." Wu Song gently touched his hand next to him and then sat down.

"All heads, I think this is a cooked egg, just cut it. Don't lie to the monk." The monk smiled.

"The master will know as soon as he eats it."

The monk picked up the egg suspiciously and poked it with the chopsticks in the chopstick box, and the egg liquid dripped on the table. The egg is cooked on the outside, but it is raw on the inside. The fat monk was stunned and put the eggs on the plate again. It does look ripe and tastes raw. The yin and yang eggs have been done. I don't know if the poor monk can taste the fire soup today.

"Master, don't be impatient. The kitchen is preparing."

While Wu Song was talking, the guy just brought up the tray again, with a bowl and two spoons in the tray. The man put the tray directly on the table and turned down.

The monk took a look at the tray: "It's so stingy. There is only white water in this bowl. There is no fire soup."

Wu Song laughed after hearing this: "The master didn't say what materials are needed in this fire soup. I'm afraid that I will disobey the master's intention, so I use water as soup and save fire."

After saying that, Wu Song picked up a spoon and handed it to the monk. The monk put white water into his mouth with a spoon and clicked: "It's tasteless. This white water is also right, but I don't know how to make a fire in the white water?"

Wu Song sneered and suddenly punched. The action of hitting Hu Wusong was naturally as fast as lightning. Even if he was tired and pressed his body, his fist was still windy. The monk did not dare to neglect it. He quickly threw the spoon to the ground, resisting the punch in one hand, and took the Zen stick with the other hand. Unexpectedly, Wu Song stopped his fist halfway and returned to a peaceful face.

"What does it mean?" The monk was already quite angry and grabbed the Zen stick with one hand, ready to deal with Wu Song's next attack at any time.

Wu Song smiled and said, "Why don't the master smell the food? This fire soup is a strange product, and naturally it needs to be in line with the mood. The master's heart has been like water since he entered the door. How can such a state of mind understand the second of the fire in the soup? So I deliberately angered the master just now.

"So it seems that the poor monk's cultivation is not enough, and it is also shameful to be provoked by the head. Hahaha." Although the monk said so, his expression was still unhappy.

"Then please continue to taste it." Wu Song handed over another spoon in the tray.

The monk took the spoon, filled some water from the bowl, sent it to his mouth, and then spit it out: "I know that I don't lack silver, but I don't put so much salt. It's really a poor monk." As he spoke, he took out a gourd from the monk's robe, twisted it on the lid, took a few sips, and then stopped.

"A mouthful of light, a mouthful of salty. This is fire soup. I have made the master's request, yin and yang eggs and fire soup. Wu Song put his hands on his chest and looked at the monk proudly.

The monk was stunned for a long time: "Yes, Wudutou, you have met the requirements of the poor monk. I really admire it very much." The monk paused here: "To be honest, the poor monk has never eaten this yin and yang egg and fire soup. He just wanted to deliberately make things difficult. Let's see the head's temperament. Unexpectedly, he lifted a stone and hit his feet. They were all smart and actually made it. The poor monk really admired it, but the poor monk wanted to ask the head for advice on how this yin and yang egg and fire soup were made, which also convinced the poor monk.

"You monk are really abominable. You even make things up to make things difficult for me. Well, I'll tell you how to cook these two things. Wu Song looked relaxed and not arrogant: "Actually, it's very simple. Take a raw egg and cut it in half with a red-hot knife. The heat on the knife can roast the egg at the connection, and it is naturally still egg liquid. This is the yin and yang egg. As for the fire soup, haha, you're right. This is a bowl of tasteless white water, and the mystery is on this spoon. Wu Song pointed to the spoon that the monk had just put down.

Spoon? What's so special about the spoon? The monk asked doubtfully.

"Do you remember that I used two spoons when I was drinking soup just now? This first spoon is a normal spoon, and it naturally has no taste when used to drink water. After you finished the first sip, I suddenly made a move and forced you to throw away the spoon, and then said something to let you drink the second mouthful of soup, and then handed you a spoon. This spoon has been processed. Wu Song said and picked up the spoon in front of the monk: "I asked my men to sprinkle salt in the spoon, and then bake it with fire. There is a lot of salt in the spoon, and it melts some when it comes to water. The master's second spoonful of water melts that a lot of salt, and naturally it will be quenched."

"It's really admirable that they can come up with such a wonderful way to deal with the difficulties of monks within two quarters of an hour, and the poor monks are convinced." The monk stood up and saluted Wu Song.

Wu Er is not the unreasonable person, and there is also a request for the monk, so he stood up and returned the salute: "The master is serious. Wu Song has decided to admit defeat to the master, but the sky does not stop me. Just now, he hit the stove and ignited the boots. The kitchen clerk hurriedly put out the fire and poured a bucket of cold water. In an instant, the cold and warm add to the body. I suddenly felt that this was not the fire of yin and yang. The so-called yin and yang egg and fire soup sound like a combination of yin and yang fire, but in fact, yin and yang, fire and Ze are opposite things in themselves. They can coexist but cannot be merged, just like Jingwei. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt empty. Then I thought of how to make yin and yang eggs and fire soup.

"That's all, they are all intelligent. The poor monk made trouble to the head. Originally, he wanted to wait for the head to admit defeat and say the truth that the yin and yang fire could not be integrated. Unexpectedly, the head has understood it by himself, and the realm seems to be higher than the poor monk. Yes, it can't be integrated, but it can coexist, which benefits the monk a lot. So it seems that the monk is superfluous. I have understood the way to cure the disease. He laughed and got up and was about to go out.

These words confused Wu Song and quickly pulled the monk: "Master, although I have made yin and yang eggs and fire soup, I have no clue how to treat my illness, and I look forward to the master's guidance."

"Do you really not know?"

"I really don't know."

"I want to be so smart, but I can't make it clear. Maybe it's also 'only being in this mountain' (the poem comes from Su Shi's "West Forest Wall" in the Northern Song Dynasty. Wu Song's years of birth and death are unknown, but the story contained in "Water Margin" is generally during the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. Emperor Huizong ascended the throne on February 23, 1100 AD, and the title Xilinbi was written in 1085, so it is not appropriate for the monk to quote the poem at this time. In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, please make comments in the text.

"Wu Song's chest has no ink, please ask the master to make it clear."

"To be honest, there is no disease on their heads. The reason why they have symptoms of fatigue is that they are entangled by the 'tiger'."

"Tiger?" Wu Song's head was moving rapidly, and the poisonous letter he received also mentioned this word, but what exactly is the tiger? Master, what is the tiger soul?

"It seems that I really don't know. Do you still remember the white-fronted tiger killed in Jingyanggang some days ago?

"Of course, I remember that Wu Song almost lost his life at that time."

"All creatures in the world have souls, whether it's flowers, birds, fish, insects or you and me. The white-eyed tiger is the king of the tiger, and its tiger spirit is already quite strong. Dutou killed the tiger, and its soul was not broken, but took the opportunity to get on Dutou's body. Have you ever had any other extraordinary circumstances before your body was weak?

"To tell the truth, since I hit the tiger, the amount of food has become quite large. A few days ago, when I went to Beijing, I met a group of strong men on the way. I was disturbed by them and didn't sleep for a few nights, but when they finally raided, I was not tired. I could break steel knives with meat palms and kill nine people in a row. During the fight, he seemed to feel an invisible momentum behind him, which was very strange at that time. After that, the fatigue became heavier day by day.

"Haha, that's right. The tiger in the body is gradually waking up, accompanied by some tiger behavioral characteristics, such as increased food intake. When the danger comes, the tiger spirit becomes the instinct of the head's body. When the tiger hunts, it only needs to sleep for a moment every day. The palm of the broken steel knife is not the palm of the flesh, and the spirit behind it is the invisible tiger tail. After that, the tiger completely woke up. Dutou is strong, but it is naturally worse than the original body of the tiger soul, which drives the tiger soul to consume amazingly every day. Even if Dutou lies on the couch every day, it cannot satisfy the greedy tiger soul. It eats the yuan god of the head day by day, and the head is tired day by day. According to the monk, within two months, the deadline will come.