Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

The judges suppressed the joy in their hearts when they heard the words, and they all cared:

"Mr. Zhou, are you okay, do you need to call a doctor?"

Stephen Zhou shook his head.

"Small things, don't worry!"

With that said, he picked up two plates of fried rice, came to Zhang Tianyang and the others, handed them to them and said:

"I'm stopping here, I leave it to you to win glory for the country!"

Both of them didn't understand, and Stephen Zhou didn't explain. He patted their shoulders and left with a smile.

In the leaving figure, there is a demeanor of a bamboo stick and straw shoes lightly surpassing a horse, which is heartbreaking.

Looking at Stephen Zhou's leaving figure, Zhang Tianyang lowered his head and took a bite of the fried rice, then stopped suddenly. The taste of the fried rice was very ordinary, ordinary like a product from a street food stall.

However, every grain of rice can taste the overflowing sense of happiness, which is a realm that he has been pursuing for half his life.

Now that it is so straightforwardly shown in front of his eyes, it seems that someone is whispering the true meaning of cooking in his ear, which makes him burst into tears unconsciously.

"Master Zhou!"

Zhang Tianyang shouted loudly.

Hearing the shout, Stephen Zhou turned around, looked at him and smiled, clenched his fist with his right hand, tapped his chest lightly, turned and left.

Zhang Tianyang's ears sounded like a bell like Huang Lu's.

"As long as you put your heart into it, everyone is a God of Cookery!"

Wang Xuebin saw that the scene was a bit chaotic. The host stood blankly on the stage, not knowing what to do. He got up helplessly, nodded at Master Nocturnal Nocturnal, walked onto the stage, and took the host's microphone.

"Our God of Cookery competition is a fair, just and open competition. I believe you can see that Mr. Stephen's withdrawal just now was out of his own will. As the organizer of the competition, we respect his choice.

At the same time, as a director of the World God of Cookery Association, I extended an invitation to Mr. Zhou, sincerely inviting him to join the God of Cookery Association and make contributions to the food industry together.

I also hope that the audience and judges will focus their attention on the next competition. The competition is not over yet, and the final will be even more exciting.

Well, let our one hundred judges make their choices, staff, please send the ballot box to the front desk, and the rest of the time will be handed over to the public judges, who will make their choices! "

After finishing speaking, he returned the microphone to the host and glared at her. The host is pretty, but his skills are really unreliable. The CC TV station is more reliable.

The game slowly returned to order, people's attention was shifted to the result of the game, and the impact of Stephen's retirement was temporarily eliminated.

Whether it will explode in the future depends on whether there are people who contribute to the flames.

"call!"

Wang Xuebin let out a long breath, and Master Mengyi behind him felt a little embarrassed.

"Benefactor, Stephen Zhou asked me to take him to apologize to you. He was agitated and made a decision without careful consideration. He didn't expect to bring you such a big trouble!"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and sighed:

"What kind of trouble is this? If Zhang Tianyang wins the God of Cookery, the trouble has just begun. The West has never let go of the ideological struggle. Just look at the final result!"

The Master of Nocturnal Remnants asked:

"Will the benefactor still participate in the final?"

Wang Xuebin shook his head.

"No, the final competition is no longer about culinary skills. If I absolutely participate in the competition after 23 years, I still won't be angry with it now!"

Master Mengyi's smile also faded a lot.

"It's better for the almsgiver to go to the dojo of the poor monk. The God of Cookery will also be there. If you have any doubts about cooking, you can ask him for advice. His cooking skills are much better than the poor monk!"

Wang Xuebin laughed when he heard this.

"Then I will bother you, and I hope that the Bodhisattva will not dislike my mortal body!"

Master Mengyi listened to Wang Xuebin's address, did not refute, and said with a smile:

"Where is the benefactor, be it the poor monk or the God of Cookery, which one is not the fruit of the cultivation of the mortal body, the benefactor has a bright future, so why should he be humble?"

Wang Xuebin nodded seriously.

"It makes sense. The Bodhisattva will definitely not deceive me. If I achieve something in the future, I will definitely rebuild the temple and build a golden body for the Bodhisattva!"

The Master of Nocturnal Remnant laughed loudly when he heard the words:

"The benefactor, don't forget to buy a lottery ticket!"

After finishing speaking, both of them laughed heartily, the smiles seemed to be able to drive away all the haze in their hearts, the smiles seemed to be joyful, sad, and mocking.

Surrounded by audiences from various countries, no one could spot the two laughing. The two seemed to be in different worlds, incompatible with other people and the world.

Chapter 127 The Old Dream

Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain, Hunan Province, no matter how many times you come to this place, you will find it wonderful.

"Is the Master of Nocturnal Remnants here?"

Wang Xuebin was holding a gift box, standing at the gate of the temple and shouting.

"come in!"

It was a woman who spoke, her voice was very gentle, but her tone was a little weird.

Wang Xuebin opened the door and entered the temple, not a single plant or tree had changed, the temple was still empty, there were no other monks, only Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva dressed in white stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking at Wang Xuebin helplessly.

Wang Xuebin raised the gift box in his hand and said:

"When I came to visit, I didn't know what to buy, and it was inappropriate to buy something empty-handed, so I bought some incense candles to show my heart!"

"You!"

The Bodhisattva smiled, took the incense candle in his hand, put it on the altar in the Guanyin Hall, looked back at him, shook his head and said:

"Come with the poor monk!"

As he said that, he took a step forward, and the color of the sky and the earth changed instantly, and the temple disappeared, replaced by endless bamboo forests and herbs, growing directly on the rocks.

The sun in the sky is extremely bright, and the gentle wind brings a faint scent of sandalwood. The mountains, rocks, and bamboo forests emit soft light under the sun's rays.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, dressed in white and barefoot, walked in front, followed by Wang Xuebin.