The monk is hanging up

Chapter 2 Pindan
Mingshan's waist was almost bent to his toes, and he only hoped that Puji would look straight at him, but no matter how he performed, Monk Puji was only slightly interested in Lin Su who commented on Cao Mu Dan.

Lin Su clasped his hands together and didn't say anything. He was still young and he couldn't figure out what Puji's words meant. Discuss?Or caution?
The monk in white clothes who was refining the elixir saw Puji at the door and greeted him with joy: "Master, you came just in time. I have just refined the furnace of grass and wood elixirs and are about to open the furnace. Please review it, master."

But Puji asked with a straight face: "It's such a hot day, why don't you invite your juniors into the house? I asked them to send some herbs for you to make alchemy, but you let them expose to the sun for a long time, how can you bear it?"

The monk in white sternly said to Ming Shan and others: "Ming Fang is so absorbed in alchemy that he didn't know that all the junior brothers are coming. It's really a sin. Please come into the house. Ming Fang will prepare some summer tea for the junior brothers to quench their thirst."

"Brother, you are being polite." Mingshan said politely.

Lin Suxin explained that Monk Fang knew how to be a human being. Ordinary monks would feel resentful when they were reprimanded by their master for such things. The small-minded ones even held a grudge against Ming Shan, but Ming Fang was full of sincerity and his eyes were as clear as water, which showed that he had a broad mind.

Mingfang poured tea for Mingshan and others to make amends one by one, Puji's color was better, and he didn't care about the hot alchemy stove, and said to Lin Su: "The idea that the little master just mentioned is a bit biased against the poor monk, you might as well guess it. Guess how many grass and wood pills are in this furnace."

Hearing this, Lin Su didn't know how to talk. Puji was a senior, but he was "playing games" with a junior like him. He really didn't understand what it meant.Ming Fang became interested and asked curiously: "This junior brother also knows alchemy?"

Ming Shanzi was unwilling to give up the opportunity to show his face in front of his brothers and uncles, and said in a kind and respectful manner: "Brother Mingzheng has always admired the story of the storyteller under the bridge since he was a child, and he often thought that he was the hero in the story. Xia, discussing alchemy is really delusional and just talking nonsense."

Puji waved his hand to signal Mingshan to stop talking, and asked: "Nephew Mingzheng, don't be cautious, the poor monk is not a man-eating tiger, you can just guess, it doesn't matter if you guess wrong. Mingfang, you made this stove of grass and wood pills." Yes, then you guess first."

Ming Fang greeted Puji and Lin Su with hand-to-hand salute, and said lightly: "It takes one month for this disciple to refine the herbal pills. The control of the pill fire and the timing of the herbal medicines are not very good. I'm afraid the pills won't work. Too many, about 10 or so."

"The poor monk guessed 12. Nephew Mingzheng, what about you?" Puji smiled.

Ming Shanke's eyes are so hot, the general senior and Ming senior seniors praise him, this is an opportunity that he has accumulated so much evil, he can't even look forward to it, but Lin Su still looks embarrassed, he hates it Tooth itching, this is my chance.

Seeing the two talking one after another, Lin Su secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Let's guess 15, little monk."

Puji stroked his hands and smiled: "Mingfang, turn on the furnace."

Ming Fang nodded, immediately turned off the fire, tightened the iron cable for raising and lowering the furnace cover, raised it to a height of about three feet, pulled the gate, moved the escalator leaning against the corner, and put the formed grass and wood pills into the gourd one by one. Li, said beamingly: "We seem to have guessed wrong, there are 17 pills in total."

This result was unexpected, Puji pondered for two seconds, and asked: "Nephew Mingzheng, the difference between your guess and the result is the smallest, can I hear your opinion?"

Lin Su said with a smile: "I guessed it. I was lucky enough to guess it right. How dare I use an axe in front of my uncle."

Ming Fang couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but Pu Ji was stunned for a moment. This kid is really slippery like a loach. This answer firstly rounded up the previous embarrassing speculation, and secondly explained the reason why he was slightly better with the word good luck. It's not from strength, it's just a fluke, taking care of his and Ming Fang's face.

Puji did not pursue the question and asked around the topic: "What alchemy books does Master Mingzheng study?"

Lin Su said honestly: "I have read "Shaolin Secrets: The Basics of Pill Pills."

With a hum, Pu Jin took the gourd from Mingfang and poured it into a small white porcelain plate. The 17 jelly beans were big and round pills exuding the fragrance of dandelion. Pushed, "Since Nephew Mingzheng has read the alchemy book, he should have an excuse for appreciating alchemy pills. You should taste this grass and wood pill."

Not only Lin Su, Ming Shan and the others were terrified. In terms of alchemy, Master Ming Shan may not be the best in Shaolin Temple, but in terms of alchemy, Shaoshi Mountain is second to none. I am full of praise and feel ashamed, such an expert would give up his body to invite Pindan as a peer, but there are one or two wonderful things, Master Puji will definitely promote him, and he will easily get out of the predicament , still soaring into the sky?
Seeing Lin Su in a daze, Ming Fang reminded: "Junior Brother Ming Zheng, Master doesn't like to play tricks, he asks you to answer, answer what you have, speak freely."

Lin Su braced himself, brought three plates and arranged them neatly, and carefully observed the plates containing the pills. He first picked one into the first plate, followed by the second, and then the third. One round, roll out the first plate.Pick two out of the remaining 14 into the third plate, and pour the rest into the second plate.

Taking advantage of the situation, he also pushed out the second plate, and said, "Master, please correct me."

Puji said: "There is a slight defect, Pindan is the best according to the purity of medicinal properties."

Lin Su said embarrassingly: "This little monk has never learned such a high level of alchemy."

Puji hummed again, grabbed the two grass and tree pills on the plate in front of Lin Su and looked at them, a ray of internal force in his palm shattered the pills, hehe said: "Nephew Mingzheng's guess is correct, there are indeed 15 pills."

"My nephew is very talented in alchemy, and it's a waste of talent to take care of the medicine field. You might as well come to the alchemy room, and you can have a companion with Mingfang."

There are very few alchemists in Shaolin Temple, except Jue Xing, Pudu, and Puji who have been famous for a long time, there are 12 other alchemists who can make elixirs by themselves, and the rest are 27 talented boys. The supply of medicines is very large, and it is almost impossible to meet the variety of medicines with only 12 alchemists. Sometimes there is too much shortage, and the three major alchemists have to go to battle in person.

Ming Shan's attitude has changed from hot-eyed to jealous. This opportunity obviously belongs to him. That's right. Monk Puji is definitely blind and misunderstood. Intuitively, the old monk will realize one day that not choosing me is his biggest loss.

Lin Su was smart now, his eyes lit up, and he knocked three times to Puji, who was sitting upright, "The disciple is paying his respects to the master."

Puji smiled from ear to ear, and with a wave of his hand, a strong internal force supported Lin Su to stand up, "Okay, from today on, you are my second disciple, and when I am not in the alchemy room, you will follow Ming Fang first." Study, and the daily life of the alchemy room will depend on your mutual support."

(End of this chapter)