Ghost Slayer Blacksmith's Self-Cultivation

"Stinky boy, it's a good thing, why don't you think of me, your senior brother!"

Monk Dabing looked at Junior Brother Baimian in front of him, and couldn't help laughing and cursing.

"Then you two don't stand outside, hurry up and sit inside to warm up!"

Monk Dabing pushed open the door as he spoke, and invited the two of them into the room with a friendly smile.

Zhuxiong walked into the house with the little white-faced monk, and immediately felt his body warm.

The back kitchen is not very big, and a large iron pot takes up most of the space in the room.

At this moment, Monk Dabing was sitting on a wooden stool next to the stove, just fanning the eaves of the pot a few times with his hands, he could already feel that the porridge in the pot was almost done.

The firewood filled under the stove made a crisp crackling sound, and Monk Dabing quickly pulled out the excess unburned firewood, inserted it into the sandy iron basin on one side, and extinguished it completely.

"Brother Baimian, and this little monk, the porridge just came out of the pot, but it's very hot, let's have some rice oil first!"

PS: The so-called rice oil is mostly the thick liquid that floats on the surface of the pot when cooking rice porridge. It has high nutritional value and should not be wasted.

"Then there will be Brother Lao Dabing!"

The little white-faced monk was not polite, after all, the two of them were considered buddies in this Asakusa temple.

Every time it is found that the abbot or other senior brothers are going to the back kitchen, the little white-faced monk will take the first step and secretly report to the big cake monk in the back kitchen. Of course, it is no problem for the white-faced little monk to eat more meals.

While talking, Monk Dabing opened the lid of the iron pot, white mist rose into the sky, and the sweet aroma of rice permeated the room instantly.

"Brother, this is yours!"

Monk Dabing picked up the iron spoon placed on the stove, first skimmed the surface of the white porridge lightly, the thick white liquid filled half of the iron spoon, and then put it in a large porcelain bowl prepared aside.

"Monk Dali, this time it's cheap for you, hurry up and drink!"

Just as he was talking, the little monk Baimian brought the big porcelain bowl and handed him to Zhuxiong.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

Zhuxiong raised his head, his movements were a little stiff, looking at the big porcelain bowl handed to him by the white-faced little monk, he didn't know what to do for a moment.

He met himself by chance, but he kept helping himself without asking for anything in return. This kind of warmth made him feel a little dazed.

Takeo is not a cold-blooded person, on the contrary, he can bet his life to protect those who help him.

"Monk Dali, what's wrong with you, hurry up and drink!"

The white-faced monk looked at the hesitant Takeo, and asked worriedly.

"Oh!"
Hearing the concerned question from the white-faced monk, Zhuxiong quickly put away his thoughts, picked up the porcelain bowl, and took a sip, only to feel a soft and glutinous rice flower fragrance lingering on the tip of the tongue, and the sweet taste filled the whole mouth.

"The white porridge is here, but it's a bit hot. I'll fill half a bowl for you two and drink it first. But hurry up, it's almost time for dinner."

And Monk Dabing on the stove was not idle, holding an iron spoon more than one meter long in his hand, skillfully stirred it continuously in the iron pot, and then filled every porcelain bowl evenly.

"Brother Dabing, you've been busy for so long, let's finish the porridge soon!"

The little white-faced monk was talking, but he was stopped by the big cake monk who was busy washing the pot, and he said a little embarrassedly.

"Brother, I drank several bowls today, and if I drink any more, I really can't do my job!"

Hearing Monk Dabing's explanation, Zhu Xiong, who wanted to finish the half bowl, was a little hesitant, and wanted to take a copy home for his brother, so he didn't need to take it now.

"I'm sorry brother, please persevere!"

Zhu Xiong prayed silently in his heart, and quickly finished half a bowl of porridge in the bowl, then Zhu Xiong got up in a hurry, because his brother's dinner hadn't been settled yet.

Seeing that Zhuxiong was full after only drinking half a bowl, the little white-faced monk couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

But now I can't bother to ask Zhuxiong, and the sound of the monks who came to eat one after another can be heard talking on the hilltop in the distance.

"Monk Dali, I know a secret way down the mountain quickly, follow me!"

The little white-faced monk said to Zhuxiong quickly, and Zhuxiong nodded quickly when he heard the words, he didn't want to cause trouble for these two kind-hearted monks.

It was pitch black outside the house, but the little monk with a white face had already figured out the topographical route here very thoroughly. On the other hand, Zhuxiong was a little bit tied up being pulled forward.

After the two passed through a large area of ​​low bushes, there was a somewhat bumpy path.

A quarter of an hour later, the path ahead came to an end, the two of them turned a corner and stopped.

"Monk Dali, I can only help you here today. After passing through this iron gate, the gate of Sensoji Temple is outside the gate."

While talking, the white-faced little monk stretched out his hand to pull the knocker of the iron door, and the iron door was opened from the inside after a while.

"Let's go quickly, Monk Dali, let's leave now, Namo Amitabha!"

The little white-faced monk clasped his hands together, saluted Zhuxiong, and then quickly ran away, his body disappearing into the night.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, good people will live a safe life!"

Zhuxiong looked at the back of the little white-faced monk who disappeared, imitating his previous appearance, folded his hands together and saluted, then took a step forward, and gently closed the iron gate.

Outside the door, Takeo jumped out from a small bush. After walking for a short distance, he saw how lively the night market in Asakusa was, but this place seemed familiar to him.

"This is the outskirts of Asakusa!"

Takexiong seemed to understand something for a moment, he turned his head to look at the location of the iron gate, and then showed a wry smile.

In the end, it was back to the starting point, but what to do with the meal I brought to my brother tonight, if I was pouring hot water for my brother, even if my brother agreed, my conscience would not let it go.

"Damn it, this uncle is awesome, this is absolutely amazing!"

"Hey! There are really not many craftsmen now, and we must give money for this!"

"Look, uncle is breathing fire!"

Several exclamations sounded, which made Zhuxiong feel a little curious.

In an instant, a pillar of fire several meters high rose into the sky, and there was enthusiastic applause from countless people eating melons.

Standing in the distance, Zhuxiong was a little confused, so he walked towards the position of the fire pillar.

However, this place has long been surrounded by onlookers watching unique skills, because this is the outskirts of Asakusa, and it is not as strict as the jurisdiction in Asakusa.

But what Takeo didn't know was that the part about them "begging for food" last time was on the headlines of the newspapers, and suddenly there were people selling miserably in Asakusa and earning a lot of money.

And now the surrounding areas of Asakusa can be regarded as every inch of land and every inch of gold.

Every day, many homeless people make big shots for a perfect position, because this place is simply a paradise for homeless people.