Wulin martial arts hegemony record

Chapter 232 Silent Host
The monk smiled and shook his head.

Xue Chang and his disciples walked along the courtyard wall for a while, and saw a gate in front of them, with two monks holding sticks waiting at the gate.

The monk leading the way went forward and whispered a few words, then turned to Xue Chang and said, "Benefactor Xue, please come with me."

Xue Chang and his disciples followed him into the gate, and what appeared in front of them was a small courtyard surrounded by high walls. In the middle was a simple and unique monk's room. The monk led them into it, and an old monk sitting in the room immediately He stood up and greeted him.

The monk immediately stepped forward to salute, and explained his purpose in a low voice.

The old monk nodded and said to Xue Chang in a friendly tone: "Benefactor Xue, the Arhat Hall is having morning classes. The old monk told Mingli to go and call Huiming. It may take a while, please wait here for a while."

"Okay." Xue Chang asked, "Dare to ask Master's Dharma name?"

"I'm silent, I'm the host of Zhikeyuan."

"Master Silent!" Xue Chang saluted respectfully.

"I don't dare to be a master. I'm just a rotten person waiting to die." The silent host laughed at himself, then pointed to a row of wooden chairs in the room, and said, "You must be a little tired after coming from a long way. Sit down and rest."

"Thank you, master!" Xue Chang saluted again. He couldn't really stop being called a master just because he was humble, he still understood this.

Under his signal, the apprentices stepped forward to salute one by one.

The silent host stroked his white beard and smiled happily: "Seeing you, I feel that I am several years younger. Sit down, sit down, I have nothing to eat here, I can only make you a cup of tea."

As he spoke, he slowly took out seven or eight wooden cups and a bag of tea from the wooden cabinet in the corner. Seeing this, Xu Xi, Xue Wu and others stepped forward to help, but he waved his hand to stop him: "You guys are far away. We are guests, we all sit and rest, this tea must be brewed by the old monk himself, firstly, it will show sincerity, secondly, the tea will be delicious only if the old monk does it himself."

Xue Chang thought he was talking politely, but after a while, the silent host came to the center of the reception room carrying a copper pot filled with mountain spring water, sat down cross-legged, opened his palms, and pressed against the copper pot. Kettle, then closed his eyes and remained motionless.

"Master, this is—" Fan Mastiff wanted to ask curiously, but Xue Chang reminded in a low voice, "Don't talk, look at Master's hand."

After being reminded by Xue Chang, the disciples quickly looked at the hands of the silent host, and soon noticed something strange. They saw that those thin and yellow hands were gradually turning red, and the copper pot was also gradually turning red.

"Master's hands are hot!" Xue Yuting exclaimed, and several other people also showed surprise. They all saw that this old monk did not use firewood to boil water, but inner strength.

Xue Chang didn't look at his hands, but was paying attention to the old monk's face. As the white air from the copper pot became thicker and thicker, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and finally his whole body began to tremble slightly. .

Just when Xue Chang was considering whether to step forward to help, the copper pot made a "gurgling" sound, and even the lid of the pot was pushed.

The silent host exhaled lightly, and the complexion of his hands quickly returned to normal. He opened his eyes, quickly picked up the handle of the copper pot, and said to Xue Chang with a smile: "Boiling water in this way can ensure that there is no smoke in the pot." , the water is not stained with dust, the old monk used this skill to become the host of the Zhike Academy, but now he is old and lacks energy, and he is almost out of embarrassment, which made Benefactor Xue laugh."

"Master's pure yang inner strength is extremely profound, it really opened the eyes of the juniors!" Xue Chang said this is not entirely flattering, although he thought it could be done easily, but the way of applying inner strength to life is beyond recognition. But never thought of it.

"It's trivial work, it's not worth mentioning." The silent host smiled, took a wooden spoon into the paper bag, and said: "This tea has a strange origin, benefactor Xue must taste it."

Seeing the curled up green leaves in the wooden spoon, Xue Chang exuded a faint fragrance, which lifted people's spirits, and couldn't help asking: "Is there any explanation for this tea?"

The silent host said: "When I was young, I was working in the fire workshop one day. I was drying dried fruit in the yard. When a monkey came to steal it, I wanted to catch it and teach it a lesson. The monkey was clever. I quickly climbed up the cliff. I thought I was good at lightness skills, so I continued to climb and chase. Finally, I found a tea tree on the cliff.

The old man was very happy to see it. From then on, he often went to the mountain to take care of this natural wild tea tree. Every year, such a bag is picked at the end of April, and it will be taken away by the temple within a month. This is just picked this year. The new tea, you come at just the right time. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Mastiff asked: "Master, did you catch that monkey later?"

Xue Chang glanced at this apprentice and thought: Everyone is talking about tea, but you are caring about monkeys. What a strange way of thinking!

The silent host was also taken aback, and then said with a smile: "The monkey gave me such a blessing, and it's too late to be grateful, so why would I catch it again? Even this tea—I named it Monkey Tea, Come on, you all have a taste, how does it taste?"

Just now the Silent host was making tea while chatting, now that the tea has been brewed, he handed out the teacups to everyone.

Xue Chang and his disciples expressed their gratitude one after another.

In his previous life, Xue Chang never drank tea. He only drank cola and soda. In this life, he didn’t have those beverages, so he could only drink tea when he was thirsty. Tea is so important, of course he can't drink it all in one gulp, it seems that he is too uncultivated, after all, he is the head of a school, so Xue Chang imitated the other party's appearance, straightened his body, held the teacup with his right hand, and held the bottom of the cup with his left hand, and slowly poured it into his mouth deliver.

He just took a sip and felt it was very bitter, he frowned, before he took a second sip, the bitterness left on the tip of his tongue quickly turned into sweetness, so when he took the second sip, the sweetness and bitterness in his mouth were mixed , very full and fulfilling, he couldn't help but take a third sip... just like this, the cup soon bottomed out.

"How?" The silent host asked with a smile.

Xue Chang didn't answer right away, he felt the lingering fragrance between his lips and teeth, the refreshing, smooth and full-bodied taste gave people a sense of pleasure.

"It's delicious!" This was not only Xue Chang's answer, but also the disciples praised it.

The silent host laughed and said, "It's a pity that there isn't much water in the pot, it's only enough to pour half a cup for each of you." He was about to stand up and pour tea.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the back door of the reception room: "Uncle Wu Sheng, you drink monkey tea secretly and don't call me."

"Huiming, if you want to drink tea, just say so, don't you see that I am using it to entertain distinguished guests?" The silent host scolded with a smile.

Xue Chang quickly stood up, bowed to the visitor and said, "Uncle Huiming!"

Xu Xi and others followed suit and said, "Master Huiming is good!"

Xue Chang had told his apprentices in advance that the reason why he called Monk Huiming his uncle was because of his father's relationship and his virtue of teaching art, so he showed kindness, but Xu Xi and the others After all, he is a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect. If Huiming had to be called "Master Uncle" according to his name, then this would be a big problem, so they used ordinary titles.

Monk Huiming didn't seem to notice this, he looked at Xue Chang carefully, with a look of relief on his face: "Mr. Door! If your father knows about it, he will be extremely pleased!"

"Thanks to my uncle for teaching me Hundred Flowers Fist." Xue Chang said modestly.

Monk Huiming shook his head: "How powerful is the Hundred Flowers Boxing? I know very well that I don't think it can defeat the Taoist Master Zhen Youli of the Qingcheng School with it alone. Can you tell me about your situation in more than a year?"

Although Shaolin Temple is thousands of miles away from Bashu, the chief inspector is always in control of the situation of martial arts in various places. It is also in Gyeonggi, Shaolin Temple is relied on by the inspector, and monk Huiming is concerned about Xue Chang. By checking, you can learn about Xue Chang's general situation, such as: making contributions in the Ping-Qiang War, passing the assessment of opening a faction, and getting a land gift...

"Uncle, if you don't think I'm long-winded and wasting time, I'd like to talk about my experience in the past year." Xue Chang agreed without hesitation.

"Monks are patient. They are not afraid of long-winded words, but they are afraid of impatience." Monk Huiming smiled, looked at the five apprentices behind Xue Chang, and paused for a while on Hu Qiudi and Xue Yuting, and said: "Since you have come to my Shaolin Temple , just stay here for two days, we have enough meditation rooms here for you to stay, my only worry is that you may not be used to the fast food in Shaolin Temple."

"Occasionally eating vegetarian food can also help you lose weight." Xue Chang joked, and then readily agreed: "Then we will trouble the uncle."

"Don't say such out-of-the-ordinary words. We will have such an arrangement when the head of the faction visits the door, not to mention that you have a deep connection with Shaolin." The silent host interjected with emotion: "I think Xue Xue When Haishan was on the mountain, the old monk was still in charge of reception, and 20 years have passed, I don’t want the old man to be far away. But Xue Hai is so outstanding, I believe that nephew Xue Hai can rest in peace. Benefactor Xue, don’t you mind if the old monk also listens in?”

"Of course I don't mind." After Xue Chang finished speaking, Monk Huiming raised an objection: "If my uncle also brings me a cup of tea, I don't mind."

"Well, Huiming, you haven't come to my place for a long time, and you've been thinking about my tea since you came here." The silent host laughed and scolded: "If you are willing to part with a cup of tea, how can you not part with a cup of tea, but I have to make two cups of tea, Mingzhen, you Come in too."

"Yes, Master Uncle." A familiar voice came from behind, and then the back door was pushed open again.

"It's Uncle Mingzhen!" Fan Mastiff, Hu Qiudi, and Xue Yuting immediately greeted him.

(End of this chapter)