Jiaolong Jue

Bai Bian heard them cry for a while, and got annoyed again, cursing:

"Understood! Isn't it just a little bit of anger? It's nothing! Wouldn't it be over after crying a few times? Master is still hungry! Is there anything to eat? Hurry up and get me some!"

The few monks stopped crying, barely got up and went to get food for Bai Bian.

Seeing that only a few steamed buns and a bowl of gruel were served, Bai Bian couldn't help cursing:

"I asked you to save me some good food! Why is this all? You really want to starve to death!"

One of them pouted and cried:

"We originally left it for you, Master! But... the golden-haired king from Skull Ridge came and took it away! That's all now! There is really nothing else! We are still hungry! Master, you can Just make do with it!"

Seeing that the food was really hard to swallow, Bai Bian squinted his small eyes and looked around, and saw a monk holding a vegetable bowl in his arms and sitting on the ground wiping tears.

He hurried over, grabbed it and saw it was a pot of roast goose, so angry that he kicked it up, kicked the monk over, and cursed:

"Don't take out the delicious food to honor the master, but secretly hide it to eat alone! As a teacher, I have raised you for nothing!"

The monk cried: "Master! I didn't eat alone! That person from Skull Ridge stayed behind and asked us to eat!"

Baibian suddenly showed a smile all over his face, and said:

"Look, he still said that he treated you badly! He is willing to leave such a good pot of roast goose for you and me to eat, isn't it because of the face of the real man!"

As he said that, he didn't take the chopsticks, but stretched out a pair of black and dirty hands to grab the roast goose, tore it up, and started chewing.

A few monks stood by, staring at him for a long while, until there was only a pile of skeletons left in a goose, then Bai Bian wiped his mouth with his greasy hand and stood up.

Then he wiped the oil on his hands to clean his belly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Okay! It's not bad today! Just no wine! It's a pity! Don't forget to sneak some for me tomorrow. Remember, if they leave any delicious food behind, they must think of Master! If they steal it privately, I will definitely No mercy!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and swayed, rubbing his stomach with both hands and going out.

The few monks forgot how sad they were, and watched Bai Bian disappear outside, all in a daze.

On the second day, Baibian still pretended to be eating vegetarian food and reciting Buddha's name during the day, and not moving meat. At night, he impatiently ordered one of his disciples to secretly go to the kitchen to get some meat for himself.

Unexpectedly, the disciple left not long ago, and came back depressed with a basin in his hand.

Bai Bian thought it was just like yesterday, it was meat like roast goose, and suddenly greedy insects raged, scratching his heart with claws, and hurriedly got up to meet it.

Taking the pot over and opening the lid, I saw that there was only half a pot of cabbage vermicelli and three steamed buns in it.

Bai Bian saw that the cabbage fan was so white that he didn't even have any oil and water, and couldn't help being furious, "Boom!" He put the basin on the table, stared at the disciple with a pair of small eyes and cursed:

"Didn't I ask you to get some meat? Why did you get this back? It doesn't even smell like meat. Are you really going to starve to death?"

The disciple shrank his neck, drooped his head, and said in a low voice:

"I went to talk to the brothers in the cooking room, but they said that they were secretly kept by the master, and they were taken away by the people of Skull Ridge today! In addition, they were too few, so they beat them up before leaving. There was a meal! All of them were crying in the kitchen just now!"

After hearing this, Bai Bian was even more annoyed and said:

"Nonsense! Those people in Skull Ridge still respect me as a real person! Otherwise, how could there be a big pot of roast goose left yesterday? Hehe, they must have eaten it up secretly! They lied to me! You are also with them, tricked into being a teacher! See if I don't beat you!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped up, spread his five fingers, slapped his head and slapped him.

The disciple was so beaten that his head became dizzy, he couldn't stand steadily, and he bumped his head against the door frame.

Bai Bian still couldn't let go of his hatred, and wanted to fight again. The disciple complained in his heart, put his hands on his head and cried:

"Master! It was the people from Skull Ridge who robbed you. You dare not say it, just hit me for what? The pot of roast goose you ate yesterday was spit on by Duan Qi from Wushoumen to tease Skull Ridge , They are too dirty and don’t want to eat it, so they keep it and force us to eat it! They didn’t keep it out of kindness at all!”

After hearing this, Bai Bian was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Is what you said true?"

The disciple still held his head, glanced at Baibian from his cuff and said:

"Disciple dare not lie to master, what I say is true! If you don't believe me, you can ask those senior brothers who are cooking on the stove right now!"

Bai Bian was so angry that his complexion changed, "Humph!" He was about to go out to argue with the people in Skull Ridge, when one foot just stepped over the threshold, he felt guilty, and moved back unconsciously.

After thinking about it for a while, he turned around and hit that disciple again, muttering:

"You guys! Knowing that there is saliva in it, you watch me eat it up and don't say anything! All of them are not good things! I won't kill you if you read the real person! Kill you!"

While parrying, the disciple cried:

"Master! I wasn't there yesterday! Don't care about my business! Why are you beating me? Woohoo"

Bai Bian still didn't stop, cursing:

"It's not a good thing for you to hide from Master and see me make a fool of yourself! Go and call me those few, I won't spare any of them today!"

As he said that, he slapped him from above and kicked him from below, kicking that disciple out of the door.

Here, Bai Bian was also tired from beating, panting heavily, sat down at the table, grabbed the steamed buns, picked up the dish, puffed up his cheeks and ate it vigorously, without much effort, even the soup and water were cleaned up.

For several days in a row, no matter how much Bai Bian reprimanded and scolded him, those disciples who were acting as coolies and working in the kitchen did not dare to hide meat for Bai Bian behind the back of Wuduanmen and Skull Ridge.

Although Baibian is the only one in Dinglin Temple in Fulai Mountain, he is used to enjoying the blessings freely, but here he meets Wuduanmen and Skull Ridge, who are completely unruly and reasonable, regardless of their positions, and only use force to speak. I can only endure, and endure again and again.

On this day, Baibian was worrying about his appetite, but Liu Futong sent someone to tell him that he was going to hide in Qingzhou city for a while because of Bailian's big plan, because the old seven of Wuduanmen and the golden-haired god ape were going together. , so the family entrusted Baibian to take charge of the defense.

When Bai Bian heard that they were all gone, he felt very bright and comfortable in his heart, and hurriedly agreed that he would be able to be in charge of the house as soon as they left, not to mention anything else, first get some wine and meat to satisfy his hunger.

After they left, Bai Bian suppressed his anxiety, and waited until the very end of the night before walking squarely, step by step, into the kitchen.

When he wandered to the door of the kitchen, he almost collided with a monk who was carrying a basin. He was so angry that he squinted his eyes and scolded. When he raised his hand to hit him, the monk hurriedly bowed and laughed:

"Master, this disciple is here to deliver food to you! I didn't expect you to come, Master!"

When Bai Bian heard about it, he stopped, quickly took his hand, and opened the tureen on the basin to have a look, he was so angry that he gasped heavily, and cursed:

"Damn you! I'm the one who decides what's left on Motianya today! You...why don't you get me some delicious food? You're really looking for a fight!"

While talking about looking for a slap, the big slap had already been slapped, and there was a sound of "slap!", and it was being slapped on the monk's thin face. He fell to the ground with an "oops!" It was also thrown far away, smashed into pieces, and the cabbage soup was spilled all over the floor.

Bai Bian still didn't give up and took another step forward, kicking and kicking.

The few monks next to him couldn't bear it anymore, so they hurried over and knelt down in front of him with a "plop", crying bitterly:

"Master! Don't hit senior brother! Although the chief rudder Liu, Duan Qi from Wuduanmen, and the golden-haired ape from Skull Ridge have all left, they left after eating up all the delicious food. And they didn’t leave us any money to buy vegetables. Nowadays, there are no noodles for making steamed buns in the kitchen, and only cabbage is left!

Master, we also want to get you some delicious food, but there is really no way!Woohoo"

After Bai Bian heard it, he couldn't help but stop, and hated himself for a long time, before saying:

"In this case, why don't you go to the foot of the mountain and get some food and drink from Zuixianju on credit? Just pay the bill together when the chief helmsman comes back!"

The monk said with a sad face: "We have thought of this too! We sent someone there, but the shopkeeper of Zuixianju didn't agree, and said that it was Mr. Liu's order before he left, and no one else was allowed to do it except him. Under the banner of the chief rudder, you owe something on credit, otherwise you won’t pay it back at all! There’s no other way, that disciple had to run back empty-handed!”

After listening to Baibian, he sat down on the stool next to him angrily, heard a "gurgling" in his stomach, and then sighed:

"Since this is the case, Master won't blame you! I'm still hungry, so hurry up and serve me some cabbage vermicelli soup to eat!"

The monk stood there without moving, just staring at Bai Bian, hesitantly said:

"Master, I made all the remaining vermicelli for you just now! It was spilled on the ground! Now that you old man wants to eat, you can only make it again, and the vermicelli is gone! You can only make cabbage soup!"

After listening to Variety, it was like being beaten by frost, wilting, looking at the cabbage fans scattered all over the ground, I felt extremely regretful.