Chapter 952

The great monk is good at cooking. When Jiang Wuchen came over in winter, he ate the great monk's pork stewed noodles and boiled crisp meat with Chinese cabbage.

These dishes have the characteristics of Northeast China, with large oil and water, thick and rich taste. Jiang Wuchen seldom eats it, but it tastes good, thanks to the monk's powerful cooking skills.

In addition to stew, the monk is also good at barbecue. The key is that he has prepared a complete range of ingredients here. All kinds of spices are mixed together and applied to the rabbit.

The charcoal fire in the oven is also very particular. The big monk and Jiang Zongcheng made it with fruit trees. The fire is fierce, and there is a slight smell of fruit trees, which is not available in synthetic charcoal.

"Lao Jiang, go... I'll take... Wine under the bed." the big monk said, "I have to drink today."

Jiang Wuchen smiled; "What is there to celebrate?"

"My great king is here. It's... it's... Worth celebrating." the big monk said with a smile.

"Ha ha, OK." Jiang Wuchen squatted in front of the big monk with a smile. Jiang Zongcheng went to the inner room to get the wine. Jiang Wuchen said, "monk, I heard from my grandfather that your name is... Monk Tang?"

"Well, um." the monk nodded and whispered mysteriously, "my secular family name is Tang."

"Do you know Yu Ma?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

The monk blinked, sprinkled a handful of spices on the roasted rabbit, and said, "what... What horse?"

"Yu Ma." Jiang Wuchen said.

The monk shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't heard of it."

Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "I haven't heard of it."

"No... No."

"You lied and Yu Ma said he knew you."

"Oh." the monk didn't respond.

From his calm face as always, Jiang Wuchen couldn't see anything different. He suddenly said, "have you seen a monster?"

The monk smiled and said, "of course." then he pointed to the rabbit and said, "she is a monster."

"I'm talking about monsters that have lived for 10000 years or 100000 years, millions of years!"

The monk shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it in a million years, I've seen it in a hundred thousand years. It's so powerful, I can't beat it."

"Have you really seen monsters for 100000 years?"

"HMM." the big monk said mysteriously, "it's terrible. I can't clean it up. Otherwise, I have to stew it."

"Do you still have a spell? Teach me two hands?" Jiang Wuchen said.

The monk shook his head and said, "we... Have different ways, different ways."

"Hmm? Monk, you have a family view. There is one family in the world of practice. I provoked another monster in grade 100000. I'm sure I'll be in trouble in the future. Teach me two moves and I'll use them to deal with her."

The monk said, "I'll do it... But don't try to be brave." then he asked, "who is it?"

"Meiyang." Jiang Wuchen said. Meiyang is a demon clan sealed in the ancient tomb of Qingshan village. Jiang Wuchen didn't know her background and identity at first.

Later, I met Yuma in Yujia village, Haichuan. Yuma is the fish people of the four descendant families of the protoss, and has a lot of knowledge of the Protoss and demon languages.

The meaning of the words photographed by Jiang Wuchen is read out. The demon people sealed in the coffin is meiyang, one of the twelve sacrifices of the demon people 100000 years ago.

Jiang Wuchen had a fight with Mei Yang. Unfortunately, he failed to subdue her. Meiyang has been sealed for more than 100000 years, and her cultivation has decreased. I don't know how much. If she recovers to the peak, I don't know how powerful she should be.

After hearing the name of meiyang, the big monk's cynical face became stiff. Then he looked at Jiang Wuchen and said, "meiyang, one of the sacrifices of the twelve demon families in ancient times..."

"Wow, it seems you know." Jiang Wuchen smiled.

"It's over." the big monk looked decadent. Before he finished, he suddenly looked up and looked out. A touch of panic appeared on his face. He threw the roast rabbit to Jiang Wuchen, got up and ran back. As a result, his robe hung on the stone bench and almost tore.

Jiang Wuchen is a little surprised. He has never seen a monk so urgent.

"Someone is coming. It's a woman. Never... Never say I'm here." the monk was worried and didn't stammer. He strode forward.

Unexpected.

Monks also have people who are afraid? Or a woman? What kind of woman would she be? Can make the monk afraid of this

I'm afraid there must have been feelings between this woman and the monk. Only such feelings can produce fear or fear.

Jiang Wuchen thought that the monk ran very fast, dragged the broken monk shoes and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.

Jiang Zongcheng looked for a long time and came out with a mud jar. "Where's the Tang master?"

"Ran away, said a woman came over, and said we wouldn't let us say we had seen him." Jiang Wuchen turned over the roast rabbit.

"Woman?" Jiang Zongcheng was surprised. Seeing the monk who saw the woman running away, it was full of ambiguous imagination. Jiang Zongcheng was from the past. He couldn't help sighing: "the hero is sad about the beauty pass. Master Tang is also true."

Jiang Wuchen said, "if one day a group of young people suddenly come to the monk and say they are the monk's illegitimate children, this is the true temperament."

As they were talking, the wooden door of Nanshan Temple rang, not a knock, but a direct push and pull. Although the wooden door is old, it is not rotten.

Someone pushed and pulled several times with external force, but failed to open the door because the door bolt was inserted.

Suddenly

Bang!

The door bolt was forcibly split by a sharp breath from the middle.

Jiang Wuchen and Jiang Zongcheng were surprised.

This breath is unspeakably strong, but it is applied properly. It can split the door bolt, but there is no waste.

With the control of the man outside on this breath, at least it has reached the point of unity of mind and mind.

For a short moment, the breath exploded, and Jiang Wuchen didn't feel the attribute of the breath. Moreover, from this person, Jiang Wuchen didn't feel the breath of this person, but the monk felt it.

This shows that the man's cultivation must be far above Jiang Wuchen, and the monk's cultivation may be higher than this man, but the gap will not be very big, because when I feel this man coming, this man is already very close.

The wooden door was pushed open with a bang.

There is a yellow 60 watt tungsten filament lamp in the courtyard of Nanshan Temple. This kind of tungsten filament lamp is basically about to be eliminated now, with power consumption, heating and low brightness.

In the dim light, you can see a thin woman wearing a blue robe. The robe is a little big and can be controlled in front of the woman. It is not difficult to see from the thin shoulders that the woman is actually very thin.

She has a white face, fresh facial features and a three-dimensional sense. At first glance, she is not beautiful, but she has a sad temperament that seems to see life and death but can't let go of her feelings.

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