Chapter 193 Suzhai

"Seventy-six, not bad, much more than I guess, but it's still too different." The fat monk said with a smile to Peng Bai who was stuffing ice into his mouth frantically.

"Put a little into your nose and spread your nose." The fat monk ordered.

Peng Bai did as he did.

"Have you had a rest?" the fat monk asked again. At this time, the cigarette in the warehouse had been dispersed by monks of the Ming generation.

"It's ready." Peng Baidian's head, which was a little wet because of the ice water.

"Start again." The fat monk threw the big basin in his hand into the room. At the same time, the two monks of the Ming generation began to stoke the fans in their hands with force, and thick smoke entered the room through the ventilation duct. The two monks of the Xuan generation had already been choking with the spicy smoke, and tears were flowing down their faces, so the people who fanned the wind were alternately carried out by monks of the Ming generation.

Peng Bai rushed into the room, and then the jingle of the glass balls placed in the basin kept ringing.

Peng Bai's special training has been fully launched from this day on.

Monk Mingyue learned from other brothers that Peng Bai was undergoing special training now. He originally wanted to ask Peng Bai what he was doing, but every time Peng Bai came back, he didn't even have the strength to climb into bed, so how could he answer Monk Mingyue's question? Peng Bai got up earlier than Monk Mingyue every time, so Monk Mingyue couldn't find the opportunity to ask Peng Bai.

After half a month of this kind of life, Peng Bai came back very early that day, and went directly to the kitchen to help. Monk Mingyue had the opportunity to ask Peng Bai.

"I said junior brother...ah! Sweat! You suddenly became my uncle. I am so depressed. When will you help me promote it?" Mingyue is still the Mingyue of the past. Such a person who has no Buddhist heart is just a monk!

"What have you been doing these days? No one is seen every day? Is it because you made the two junior brothers guarding the Sutra Pavilion faint with a sleeping pill that they were punished?" Monk Mingyue asked Peng Bai with some concern.

Peng Bai smiled and said, "No! I'm just doing special training, training my eyesight and hand speed."

Indeed, being able to remain calm in that environment, then picking up a hundred glass balls from the ground and putting them into the basin is not something that can be done easily. This kind of training requires a high level of vision and hand speed, because only by finding out and completing a movement quickly can you complete this training in the shortest time. Otherwise, the smokey and spicy peppers alone will be enough for people to bear.

"Hello, Master Xuan Ri." A middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said respectfully when he passed by Peng Bai.

"Uh!" Peng Bai replied embarrassedly. If this middle-aged monk was in the outside society, Peng Bai could call him an uncle, but now he is a whole generation older than the other party. It seems that in some specific places, generation and age cannot be unified.

"He is the one I mentioned who had diarrhea." Monk Mingyue whispered to Peng Bai.

"Didn't you say you're a young monk?" Peng Bai asked strangely.

"Uh! It seems to have said it! Haha! I said it wrong, I said it wrong." Monk Mingyue scratched his bald head embarrassedly and smiled.

Peng Bai smiled and patted Monk Mingyue on the shoulder, then walked towards the monk who was cutting vegetables using the whirlwind knife method.

"One of the mystery of the whirlwind sword technique is fast, and the other is accurate." Peng Bai looked at the middle-aged monk skillfully using the whirlwind sword technique to cut vegetables, and the words of the fat monk's godfather appeared in his mind.

With exactly the same technique and the same method of cutting vegetables, this Tianyuan Temple is really a place for crouching tigers and hidden dragons! Even an ordinary monk who cuts vegetables can skillfully use the whirlwind knife technique, Peng Bairu thought.

Suddenly, Peng Bai felt a slight gap, that is, when this middle-aged monk was cutting vegetables, his wrists always maintained a downward posture. This technique had never been used by Peng Bai before, and Peng Bai had never noticed this. After this period of special training, Peng Bai's eyesight had been greatly improved, and details that were not noticed before can now be clearly noticed.

"So that's it." Peng Bai sighed in his heart.

"Uncle Master." The middle-aged monk looked up and saw Peng Bai, stopped immediately, and shouted respectfully.

"Can I give me a try?" Peng Bai asked, "Peng Bai's kitchen knife was borrowed by the fat monk for research, so Peng Bai has no knives that he can use now.

"Of course, please, uncle." The middle-aged monk respectfully handed over the kitchen knife and then went aside.

Peng Bai saw a trace of disdain in the middle-aged monk's eyes. It seemed that the superficial respect could not represent the heart. In Tianyuan Temple, a place called by generation, the middle-aged monk obviously disdained Peng Bai's transformation from a junior brother to a master uncle.

"Tornado Sword Technique." Peng Bai thought silently in his heart, and the kitchen knife in his hand suddenly turned into a ball of cold light.

Quiet, there was silence around. In the kitchen, the monks were used to seeing the sword technique used by middle-aged monks, and no longer had any strange feelings. However, several monks had secretly imitated it in private, but they could not become a dog like a tiger. They either cut their own hands or threw the kitchen knife out. The middle-aged monks once used the whirlwind sword technique, which made these monks envious. Now they saw that Peng Bai could easily use the whirlwind sword technique.

Peng Bai's whirlwind sword technique was not learned from any ordinary cooking master. Peng Bai's whirlwind sword technique was personally taught by the founder of the whirlwind sword technique. Whether it is the technique or the method used, it has a very elegant and confident feeling than the middle-aged monks. That extremely free and easy feeling made all monks stunned.

When Peng Bai was using the whirlwind knife technique, he naturally integrated the downward pressing technique he had just seen into the knife technique. At this moment, Peng Bai felt a sense of ease that he had never felt before. It turned out that his technique was not wrong, but he lacked a downward pressing technique. This very simple action caused Peng Bai to be unable to use the whirlwind knife method to cut vegetables correctly. In the process of making food carving, because the materials are three-dimensional, the downward pressing technique is useless at all. Therefore, Peng Bai can use the whirlwind knife method to eat and cut vegetables.

The potatoes on the table were quickly divided into potato slices of different thicknesses. Peng Bai's whirlwind knife method was still defective, because it was used too few times, so when Peng Bai used the whirlwind knife method to cut vegetables, he could not cut the ingredients into uniform thicknesses like usual when cutting vegetables.

"Haha! You're not good at craftsmanship!" Peng Bai smiled self-deprecatingly, then handed the kitchen knife back to the middle-aged monk, turned around and said to the monk Mingyue, and walked out.

Peng Bai's real special training has just begun. In the following days, Peng Bai was thrown into a small room full of flies by the fat monk's godfather. The task was to catch a hundred living flies. The dead ones were not counted because monks were compassionate and could not kill animals. Peng Bai sneered at this explanation, and even ghosts would not believe it, let alone humans.

When Peng Bai was able to catch a hundred flies in a very short time, the fat monk's godfather threw Peng Bai into a room with four stoves. The training was about heat resistance. Peng Bai was full of questions. Could it be that the chef was a relative of the blacksmith?

The next step was to resist the temperature training, which was to pick up the hot iron pot with bare hands. As a result, at the beginning, Peng Bai's hands were scalded with big bubbles all over his hands. After the blisters were picked up, they continued to practice. In the end, Peng Bai's hands formed a thick layer of calluses. The temperature had become nothing to him. Peng Bai's six senses were purified in this project.

The last one is a test of taste and smell. Peng Bai felt that when he was conducting this special training, he acted as a puppy very in time. He smelled a mixed smell and said the ingredients, ingredients, and seasonings used. After a bite, he had to tell how much salt salt was added and whether he had MSG. As a result, Peng Bai spent a long time doing this special training and gained a weight of three kilograms. Peng Bai said self-deprecatingly that he might have to catch up with his godfather and would never have to consider losing weight in his life.

As a result, Peng Bai finally passed the godfather's test, and the fat monk's godfather expressed his feelings about Peng Bai's figure.

"Your figure is simply a shame in the chef world!" said the fat monk's godfather.

"Godfather, your figure seems to be richer than me! If it comes to weight, you are ahead of me." Peng Bai replied with a smile. After so long, Peng Bai learned about the personality of Fat Monk's godfather. He is the type of cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He doesn't care much about other things, but he has very strict requirements for Peng Bai. However, the strictest thing is only when training and when not training, Fat Monk's godfather is more like a very good friend of Peng Bai than an elder.

"Can you compare with me? I've gotten into the loess in my head. Maybe I'll die when I'm just twenty-three years old, I'm so young! I remember when I was as old as you, that was definitely..."

"Handsome, elegant and suave, known as a pear blossom that beats the crabapple, everyone loves it..." Peng Bai continued to say the fat monk's godfather's words. Peng Bai could recite these words backwards. He was so heartless.

"Look, even you already know, what else can I say! So! If you want to be healthy and avenge your father, you must strengthen your physical exercise. Being smoked every day will only make you fatter. It is impossible to lose weight. So from tomorrow, you will have to undergo physical training during the rest period of cooking. I will definitely not allow my senior brother's handsome handsome guy's son is such a fat fat man. If you do this, there will be no girls who like this!" The fat monk's godfather smiled and said to Peng Bai, but Peng Bai knew that the godfather's words were definitely not fun, because he would definitely do it when he said it, but Peng Bai was just suffering.

"Is no one loved me?" Peng Bai smiled and said nothing. It seemed that there was at least one of them so far! Peng Bai remembered Zhu Wanqing, who was unknown where he was.

"Maybe she has graduated and has become a chef in a hotel! A female chef, haha!" Peng Bai laughed secretly.

"These books are what you want to read, and then you have to learn to cook every dish in it." The fat monk's godfather said to Peng Bai.

"It's all vegetarian food?" Peng Bai flipped a few pages, but found that there was no meat here at all. It seemed that Peng Bai's wish to eat meat was about to fail, but Peng Bai seemed to have gotten used to it, because he had not tasted what meat was for a whole year. Except for Peng Bai who usually saw mice running by the roadside, he had the urge to pounce on him.

"Qingcai, becoming a vegetarian food here is one of the indispensable main components of the cooking skills. If you only have meat but no vegetables, then many people will not like this kind of banquet. By the way, because the meat ingredients themselves already have a very unique taste, you can become a very good chef as long as you pay attention to a change in the production. In contrast, if dishes made with vegetables are really well prepared, they are even a very large level higher than dishes made with meat and fish ingredients. Therefore, the real famous chef in the world is a master of vegetarian food. Now, at most, you can be considered a first-class chef, and you can't even compare to a special chef. However, the worst person in the chef's sect is also a special chef. Therefore, boy, you still have a long way to go!" The fat monk's godfather said to Peng Bai earnestly.

"I understand, godfather, I will definitely practice hard and learn well. One day, I will let the chef's sect be wiped out and become eternal history. Humph! The blood debt can only be repaid with blood." Peng Bai said hatefully.

"Don't always keep hatred in your mouth, that will only make you ignore many important things in the process of learning. Remember, cooking is cooking, don't mix too many ingredients into it. Of course, I don't know what love is, but I heard from my senior brother, your father, that if love or love is integrated into the dishes, the taste of the dishes you make is absolutely unparalleled." The fat monk's godfather patted Peng Bai's shoulder and said.

"Love?" Peng Bai said in his heart, as if he had been avoiding this question!

Peng Bai originally thought that his godfather’s so-called physical training was just for fun, and at most it was running and other things, but he didn’t expect that from the next day, Peng Bai was still sleeping in the bed, and he felt his body rise up in the air. He opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding bald heads. Peng Bai’s chin almost dislocated. Peng Bai had seen this bald head. Peng Bai had just entered Tianyuan Temple and practiced whirlwind sword technique every morning in the woods. These bald heads were senior monks in Tianyuan Temple who practiced martial arts beside him.

"What are the instructions of all the masters?" Peng Bai clasped his hands together and said respectfully. These monks are all independent systems from Tianyuan Temple. They are all from the Zhen generation. Usually, monks from the Xuan generation must respectfully see them. No matter how old they are, monks from the Ming generation will call them uncle when they see them.

"Master Jie Qiu asked me to come and conduct special training on you. From now on, you will accept our joint attack from 3:00 to 6:00 a.m. every day." A bald man in the lead answered Peng Bai.

Master Jie Qiu is Peng Bai's fat monk godfather. What surprised Peng Bai was that from three in the morning to six in the morning every day, he had to accept the joint attacks of so many monks. Just kidding! Peng Bai once saw a monk breaking a small tree as thick as an adult's arm with one punch. Of course, the monk Peng Bai didn't see it for a whole week, and it was said that he was thinking about it.

"I heard it right!" Peng Bai asked strangely.

"It shouldn't be, take it away." The bald man who led the lead smiled slightly and waved his hand. Peng Bai immediately felt that countless wooden sticks were clamping him up. This feeling of flying into the air was really unhappy for Peng Bai, because this made Peng Bai feel like he had turned into a fat pig and was being caught in preparation for slaughter.

This was the first day Peng Bai received physical training. Peng Bai was chased by two monks waving long swords and ran around the mountain. Finally, he was so tired that he was carried back like a dead pig. Then he accepted a group of monks who had nowhere to vent their firepower and beaten up as a human sandbag, without any resistance at all.

When Peng Bai went to the second floor of the Sutra Library to see his godfather, the fat monk laughed, because what the fat monk saw was not the Peng Bai of the past, but a Sakyamuni.

The next day, Peng Bai's old injuries were not yet recovered, and he was chased by three monks with sticks running all over the mountain. This time, he didn't get there after running for a while. Peng Bai fell to the ground exhausted and was also taken back and beaten up again.

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"Avoid revenge, a week later will be a cooking competition for monks. You can choose a few juniors to participate!" Master Tianlong said to the fat monk kneeling in front of him.
Chapter completed!