"Hey, hey, have you heard? Elder Yuheng violated the precepts, and he will be punished by kneeling at Yama Temple for three days."
In the morning class the next day, all the disciples gathered at the Platform of Good and Evil to practice and meditate. After all, they are all young people in their teens and twenties. They can't keep their hearts like water. As soon as Master doesn't pay attention, they start whispering and whispering.
The news that Chu Wanning was punished quickly spread.
The disciples who witnessed the caning yesterday shared the gossip with others without hesitation.
"Wow, how did you find out so late? Oh... So it turns out that Elder Lu Cun took you up the mountain to pick flowers at night? Well—then you really missed too much! Last evening, in the Qingtian Temple, flesh and blood were flying. , it is horrible to see, Elder Yuheng was beaten with more than 200 sticks! More than 200 sticks! The sticks hit the key point! Show no mercy!"
Every time the disciple said a paragraph, a particularly exaggerated expression appeared. Accompanied by the exclamations of the surrounding junior brothers and sisters, let alone how proud they are.
"Do you have any account of the more than two hundred sticks? A burly man can be beaten to death, not to mention Elder Yuheng. At that time, he couldn't take it anymore and passed out. This made our young master mad, rushing Go up and fight with the precept elders, and don't let anyone touch elder Yuheng's finger again, oh, that scene—"
His facial features were wrinkled into folds of buns, he frowned, and finally stretched out a finger, swaying from side to side, and summed up three words:
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Immediately, the younger sister Hua Rong turned pale: "What! Elder Yuheng passed out?"
"Young Master and Elder Commandment have a fight?"
"No wonder I didn't see Elder Yuheng in class this morning... It's so pitiful... What kind of precept did he break?"
"I heard that the client was beaten in a fit of anger."
"… "
Such gossip drifted to Xue Meng's ears from time to time, and the young master's temper completely inherited his master's temper, and he was violent. It is a pity that there is more than one person discussing this matter. There are three or five groups of good and evil platforms, and they are all muttering "Elder Yuheng is punished", which makes him feel a lot, but there is nothing he can do.
Here, Xue Meng's forehead is full of blue veins, and the ink burns over there without sleeping all night, yawning again and again.
Xue Meng didn't get angry anywhere else, and he said to the ink burning evil voice: "The plan of the day is in the morning, you bastard, what's the laziness in the morning! How does the master teach you on weekdays?"
"Ah?" The ink burned with sleepy eyes, and another big yawn, "Xue Meng, you are full and support it, and the master trains me, who are you, I am your cousin, talk to your cousin. Be disciplined, no big or small."
Xue Meng said fiercely: "My cousin is a dog, if you want to do it, just do it!"
The ink burned and said with a smile: "You are so bad, don't take your brother in the eyes, the master knows how disappointed you are."
"You still have the face to mention Shizun! Let me ask you, he was going to the Discipline Court yesterday, why didn't you stop him?"
"Mengmeng, he is Shizun, Wan Ye Yuheng, Beidou Xianzun, can you stop one for me?"
Xue Meng was furious, drew his sword and raised his eyebrows angrily: "What the hell do you call me?!!"
The ink burned and smiled: "Meng Meng, sit down."
Xue Meng jumped like thunder: "Mo Weiyu, I killed you!!"
The teacher was sandwiched between the two, listening to their daily noise, couldn't help sighing, silently holding the forehead, trying to concentrate on reading his book: "The sun and moon pot is filled, when the spiritual nucleus is first formed. .The way of heaven cannot be seen through, and life and death participate in business…”
In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and Chu Wanning thought about the end.
According to the rules, he faces a three-month suspension period next. During this period of time, he could not leave the summit of life and death, and he had to go to Mengpotang to do chores, as well as wipe the columns of the Naihe Bridge, clean the steps in front of the mountain gate, and so on.
The precept elder was very worried: "Elder Yuheng, to be honest, I think you shouldn't do these things. You are a master of a generation, doing things like washing dishes and wiping the floor... It's really aggrieved." No words were spoken—
The main reason is that the old man doubts whether you will sweep the floor, cook, and wash your clothes!
Chu nightning did not doubt himself at all, and went to Meng Potang to report properly.
Meng Potang went up to the general manager, down to the servants, and was shocked to hear that Chu Wanning was going to punish him as a coolie, and they were all shocked, as if they were facing an enemy.
Chu nightning white clothes fluttered, floating.
A handsome face is cold and calm, without any expression, if you add a cloud of auspiciousness to his feet and a whisk between his arms, it is probably no different from an immortal.
The director of Meng Po Tang felt very ashamed and uneasy that he actually wanted to make such a beautiful man wash and cook.
Chu nightning did not have the self-consciousness of being a beautiful man. He stepped into the kitchen and glanced at everyone coldly. Everyone couldn't help but take a step back.
"..." Chu nightning straight to the point, "What should I do?"
The general manager pinched the hem of his clothes coyly and thought for a while, then said cautiously, "What do you think, the elder, about washing vegetables?"
Chu nightning said: "Okay."
The manager was greatly relieved. He originally felt that Chu Wanning's ten fingers did not touch the spring water, and he might not be willing to do this kind of scrubbing, but other work was either dirty or tiring, or needed some skills. He was worried about Chu Wanning. and can't do it well. Since Chu nightning simply and neatly agreed to wash the vegetables, then he doesn't have to worry.
It turns out that the general manager is really naive.
There is a clear stream in front of Meng Potang. Chu nightning held a basket of green vegetables, came to the stream, rolled up his sleeves and started to wash the vegetables.
This area belongs to the jurisdiction of Elder Xuanji. Occasionally, the disciples of Xuanji who passed by saw that Chu Wanning was actually washing vegetables, and they were so scared that they couldn't say a complete sentence. It was wrong, so he said in amazement: "Elder Yu, Yuheng - early, early."
Chu nightning raised his eyes: "Early."
Elder Xuanji's disciple shivered and fled.
"… "
Chu nightning was too lazy to talk to them, and continued to take care of himself breaking the leaves, washing them, and throwing them back into the basket.
He washed it very carefully, breaking off each vegetable leaf and brushing it back and forth again and again. The consequence of this is - seeing that it is noon, a basket of vegetables has not been washed.
The guy waited in the kitchen and went around in circles: "What should I do? Why hasn't the elder come back? If he doesn't come back, the vegetables will not come back. How to cook the beef with vegetables?"
The manager looked at the sun and said, "Forget it, don't wait, let's replace it with braised beef."
So when Chu Wanning returned, Meng Potang's beef was already out of the pot, and the stew was crispy and delicious, and there was no need for green vegetables at all. Chu nightning frowned, he was holding his vegetables, quite unhappy, and said coldly: "Why don't you want green vegetables, and let me wash?"
The general manager Han Mao stood upright, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, and said something that he regretted: "Isn't this, do you want the elder to make a pot of green vegetables and stewed tofu by himself?"
Chu nightning has no expression, still holding his dishes, tilting his head and thinking silently: "..."
The manager hurriedly said: "If the elders don't want to, then it's okay-"
Before the department said it, Chu nightning already asked: "Where is the tofu?"
Director: "… "
"Elder Yuheng, do you... know how to cook?"
Chu nightning said: "It's not ignorant. You can give it a try."
At noon that day, the disciples entered the Meng Po Hall jokingly as usual, found their seats in groups of three or five, and went to the counter to prepare vegetables and serve meals.
There is no inedia at the top of life and death, and food has always been plentiful, and today is no exception.
The braised beef is fat and thin, the fish-flavored shredded pork is bright and rich, the farmhouse crispy meat is golden and crispy, and the fish meat with chopped peppers is red and attractive. The disciples hurriedly grabbed their favorite food, lined up all the way, and asked the chef to add an extra spoonful of sweet and sour pork ribs, pour some marinade on the rice, or add some oil and hot pepper.
The fastest runners are always the disciples of Elder Lu Cun. The little guy at the front of the line has a big pimple on his nose, but he still misses Mapo tofu. He skillfully brought the wooden tray to the last cabinet, without raising his eyes, and said, "Master, I want a bowl of tofu."
The master's ten fingers were long and white, and he handed him a plate full of tofu.
However, it was not the Mapo Tofu he was familiar with. It is a plate of strange food with blackened color and indistinguishable ingredients.
The disciple was startled: "What is this?"
"Boiled tofu with green vegetables."
Meng Potang's voice was full of people, and the disciple didn't pay attention to the voice of the man who was answering, but said angrily: "Are you alchemy? Can this be boiled with green vegetables and tofu? I don't want it anymore, you bring it back!"
While scolding, he went to stare at the kitchen master, but when he saw the person standing behind the cabinet, the disciple screamed in horror and almost knocked over the tray.
"Elder Yu, Yuheng!"
"Um."
The disciple was about to cry: "No, what am I, I didn't mean that just now. I..."
"Since you don't eat it, take it back." Chu nightning said expressionlessly, "Don't waste it."
The disciple picked up the plate stiffly, handed it to Chu Wanning stiffly, and then left with hands and feet.
After a while, everyone knew that Elder Yuheng was standing in front of the last cupboard, so Meng Po Tang, which was still lively, was silent for a while.
The disciples, like snarling dogs, lined up honestly, hurriedly served the dishes, respectfully came to the last cupboard, stammered to greet the elders, and then stumbled away.
"Hello, Elder Yuheng."
"Um."
"Good day, Elder Yuheng."
"Good day."
"Elder Yuheng worked hard."
"… "
The disciples were very disciplined and 12/10 cautious, so Chu nightning accepted the nervous greetings of every disciple, but no one dared to easily try the green vegetables in his pot to cook tofu.
Slowly, the team got shorter and shorter, and the food in front of the other masters was almost finished. Only Chu Wanning was still full, and a pot of dishes was cold, and no one cared about it.
Chu nightning has no waves on his face, but his heart is a little complicated. After all, he took a shower all morning...
At this time, his three direct disciples came. Xue Meng is still a silver-blue light armor, which is very refreshing. He leaned over excitedly: "Master! How are you? Does the wound still hurt?"
Chu nightning is very calm: "It doesn't hurt."
Xue Meng: "That, that's good."
Chu nightning glanced at him and suddenly asked: "Do you eat tofu?"
Xue Meng: "..."
The author has something to say: Chu nightning: Do you eat tofu
Disciple A: No, I don't eat it.
Chu nightning: Do you eat tofu
Disciple B: Wo Wo Wo is allergic to tofu!
Chu nightning: Do you eat tofu
Xue Meng: What!... (suddenly blushing) I am a straight man! I, how can I eat the tofu of the master!
Chu nightning: ... What are you thinking, go to the Qingtian Temple and think about it! Go away now! Don't mix with Mo Weiyu in the future! (lifts the table angrily)