Early the next morning.

Luo Xingchen got up and opened the door, and the first thing he saw was a bright bald head.

"Master Qi Ku?" Luo Xingchen blurted out.

"Amitabha, little benefactor, you are awake."

Master Qi Ku turned his head and opened his mouth, revealing his big white teeth.

I have to say that his teeth are well maintained. He is already in his early forties, and his teeth are still white with no traces.

However, his current posture is quite scary.

His neck is bent almost 180 degrees, how can ordinary people do this!

Unless the cervical vertebrae are broken.

"Master Qiku, your neck!" Luo Xingchen reminded.

Master Qiku smiled awkwardly, and turned his head again. After returning to the original position, he swayed left and right a few more times, then turned around, clasped his hands together, and recited a Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

"Master, are you born with this skill?" Luo Xingchen was curious and bent his neck at 180 degrees. If he did this in the middle of the night, he would not be regarded as a genius and would be frightened to death without any discussion.

"It's not natural. This skill is called yoga. It was taught by a senior monk in Tianzhu in his early years." Master Qi Ku said with a smile.

"Tianzhu? Master, have you been to Tianzhu? What is that place like?"

Luo Xingchen was curious. He had seen the term Tianzhu in ancient books, but it was recorded in the ancient books that Tianzhu was very far away from Daqi. It would take several years to get there, and there would be many difficulties and obstacles involved.

"There are many countries in Tianzhu. They are much weaker than Daqi, but Tianzhu's soil is strong, and you can get good harvests from whatever you plant." Master Qi Ku said.

"Master Qiku, why did you come back from Tianzhu again?" Luo Xingchen said.

"It's hard to leave your homeland. Daqi is the homeland of the poor monk. Tianzhu is a foreign land. How can there be a good homeland." Master Qiku sighed slightly, with a trace of vicissitudes of life flashing in his eyes.

Obviously, he is a monk with stories.

No wonder he has so many mysterious martial arts skills and so many experiences.

Wouldn't it be interesting to write down all his previous experiences in traveling to Tianzhu?

Luo Xingchen stretched himself and ended the topic about Tianzhu. He had more important things to do now, so he had no time to chat with Qiku.

"Master Qi Ku, let's go have breakfast together. We will set out to do some work later." Luo Xingchen said.

"Little donor, please!" Master Qiku's eyes lit up, what he was waiting for was Luo Xingchen's words.

It's a great job to get a free breakfast again.

Could it be that the little benefactor was the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva who saved people in need? Well, that must be the case.

After following Luo Xingchen to the dining hall, Master Qiku immediately rolled up his sleeves and trotted all the way to open the cage, which contained a circle of steamed buns.

"Master, those are all yours, eat them as you like until you're full."

Luo Xingchen sat on the other side and took his share.

A bowl of porridge, a fried dough stick, a piece of fried cake, four steamed buns, a boiled egg...

Eating these is basically enough.

Just after taking a sip of porridge and eating boiled eggs, Luo Xingchen looked up and was shocked.

There was a basket placed on the table in front of Master Qiku. He brought the whole basket over. There were at least twenty steamed buns and steamed buns on the upper and lower floors. There was also a large jar next to it, which contained porridge.

By comparison, there are at least more than ten bowls of porridge!

In addition, there are six pieces of oil cakes and four corn cobs.

Is this what he wants to eat?

"Master Qiku, have you finished eating these?" Luo Xingchen couldn't help but ask.

"It's a small thing, it's a small thing."

Master Qi Ku had a smile on his face, and he started working with both hands at the same time, with a bun in his left hand and a steamed bun in his right hand. He could only eat one in two bites.

After a while, Luo Xingchen was already half way there when he was stunned.

Luo Xingchen suddenly felt his heart aching and began to wonder if he had found the wrong person.

A master who can eat so much is afraid that he will become poor?

No wonder the little monk Qixi is so greedy. It turns out that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

Now that the contract has been signed, we can only make do with it.

Luo Xingchen lowered his head and didn't want to watch it anymore. He felt distressed every time he watched it.

"By the way, these meals are all provided by the Ji family, and we don't pay for them ourselves."

Luo Xingchen suddenly remembered that the food was provided by the Ji family for free anyway, so why bother? Why don't you just eat more yourself?

Thinking of this, Luo Xingchen slapped the table and shouted: "Come here, bring me another one."

The servants nearby trotted over.

"Master, what else do you want?"

"Here are four meat buns, two corns, and a bowl of porridge." Luo Xingchen said.

"Okay, I'm waiting, I'll be there soon!"

The boy in Tsing Yi left immediately, and not long after, he used wooden trays to bring all the food Luo Xingchen needed.

It's steamy and comfortable to look at.

After eating this meal, Luo Xingchen's belly was almost round. It was already twice as much as the usual breakfast. Master Qi Ku really set the pace.

"Little donor, where are we going?"

After returning to the room and watching Luo Xingchen packing his things, Master Qiku asked.

"Go to Qingcheng Mountain!" Luo Xingchen said.

"Qingcheng Mountain, where poor monks are familiar with, it can be reached by horse-drawn carriage in two days from Sixiang City." Master Qiku smacked his lips, seeming to reminisce about the taste of breakfast.

"Are you familiar with Qingcheng Mountain?" Luo Xingchen asked in surprise.

"Back then, the poor monk performed rituals for several families of wealthy businessmen and landlords on the Qingcheng Mountain side. The food and wine there had quite a local flavor." Master Qi Ku's face showed a look of reminiscence.

"Well, I'll go there this time. Master, you will be responsible for ordering the dishes. It must be the most authentic local flavor, and it must not be bad at all." Luo Xingchen agreed. Since we are going, let's have a good meal.

Moreover, he had already expected the focus of Master Qiku, so he didn't feel that there was much surprise.

"The poor monk has traveled all over the world. Apart from other aspects, he is very proficient in eating this dish. If the little benefactor wants to eat the authentic dishes of Qingcheng Mountain, it is absolutely right to go to the poor monk."

The Master of Seven Sufferings.

"Let's set off now, Master Qiku. The carriage outside is ready. Don't you need to bring your luggage?" Luo Xingchen said.

"I have all the luggage of this poor monk with me," Master Qi Ku said.

Luo Xingchen looked up and saw that Master Qi Ku was indeed carrying a package on his shoulder. The package was just not big, and it looked like it could only hold a few changes of clothes. There was nothing special about it.

Walking outside the courtyard gate, two carriages were parked outside.

Zi Yan sat on another carriage and waved to Luo Xingchen.

"You get in my carriage, and Master Qiku goes to the carriage behind."

"good."
Chapter completed!