The Wudang Junior Master

In the corridor.

Zhang Wuling looked at Xiao Zizai, who was dressed in monk's robes, and said with a warm smile, "Master Xiao, are you hungry?"

Xiao Zizai was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then he said, "Proper hunger can make people sober."

"Is that so..." Zhang Wuling thought for a moment, then stood up and said, "Wait a minute."

Xiao Zizai watched Zhang Wuling stride away, not knowing what the other party wanted to do, but since he was gone, he could finally have some peace and quiet.

To be honest, Xiao Zizai didn't like this kind of lively place. It was not a pleasant feeling to see so many "ingredients" dangling in front of him.

But his master, Master Jiekong, insisted on bringing him here and even teased him on the way, saying that if he really couldn't bear it anymore, he could go find the old Taoist priest.

Looking for the old Taoist priest?

Xiao Zizai thought his master was very humorous. He was just hungry, not crazy.

If we really go to find the old Taoist priest, it’s hard to say who will be whose snack.

Forget it, calm down and just treat it as a practice.

Xiao Zizai silently recited the Heart Sutra in his heart, trying to suppress the "devil" in his heart.

But after a while, Xiao Zizai noticed someone coming in front of him.

When I opened my eyes, I found that it was Zhang Wuling who came back, holding two buckets of instant noodles in his hands.

"Here." Zhang Wuling handed one of the buckets of instant noodles to Xiao Zizai. "2+1, a generous portion. Yours is the tomato and egg flavor."

As he said that, he didn't care about Xiao Zizai, squatted beside him with the instant noodles, opened the lid and started slurping the noodles.

“Hiss…..Huff.”

Xiao Zizai looked at Zhang Wuling, then looked at the instant noodles in his hand, and was speechless for a moment.

Is there something wrong with this person?

Zhang Wuling took two mouthfuls of noodles, and seeing Xiao Zizai not moving, he said, "Eat! Didn't you say you were hungry? Even if you practice cultivation, you need to have a full stomach before you can practice, right? Otherwise, if you're so hungry that you're dizzy, you won't be able to practice at all. You'll probably become a psychopath."

After hearing this, Xiao Zizai felt that there was some truth in it. He had been "hungry" for a long time, and recently he felt that he could no longer control his desire to "eat people".

I don't know how much longer I can hold on...

Looking at the hot instant noodles in his hand, Xiao Zizai hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the fork and started eating.

"Suck it-"

A monk and a Taoist priest. The hustle and bustle in the distance had nothing to do with them. The two of them squatted in the corner of the corridor, slurping fragrant instant noodles together.

"How is it?" asked Zhang Wuling.

Xiao Zizai replied: "The taste is a little bland, but it's not bad. I haven't eaten this for a long time."

"I can eat it occasionally, but is your Shaolin Temple so strict?"

“Well, there are more rules.”

"Have you ever thought about returning to secular life?"

Xiao Zizai didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took two bites of noodles before saying, "I don't know. My master treats me well. In fact, I want to serve him for the rest of my life."

"You're so cute."

"Puff!" Noodles sprayed out of Xiao Zizai's nostrils. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Wuling in disbelief.

What the hell is this guy?!

In his entire life, some people say he is scary, some say he is serious, and others say he is sad when they see him. This is the first time someone says he is cute.

For a moment, Xiao Zizai felt that the young Taoist priest in front of him had some problem just like himself, and it was most likely in his brain.

At the same time, Xiao Zizai also began to reflect on why he said these words to the other party, when it was obvious that the two of them had just met and were not familiar with each other at all.

He glanced at Zhang Wuling, who was chewing noodles, trying to figure out what was different about him.

But after watching it for a long time, I couldn't see any problem. Everything seemed so natural...

Xiao Zizai suddenly realized——

Yes! It’s natural!

It was so natural. The two people didn't know each other at all, but after talking for a few words, it was as if they were old friends.

"My name is Zhang Wuling, a disciple of the Wudang Sanfeng Sect."

"I know. I heard it when I introduced it just now."

"Gulp gurgle." Zhang Wuling drank two mouthfuls of soup. "I'll come to Wudang for fun someday if I have the chance."

".......good."

"Slurp—hmm, this old-style pickled cabbage is still quite flavorful."

The two of them didn't talk much after that. After finishing their instant noodles, Zhang Wuling stood up, touched his stomach, and said, "Let's go take out the trash and see if there's anything else delicious in Longhu Mountain."

Xiao Zizai looked at the empty bucket in his hand, said nothing, and stood up silently.

He had checked before and there was no trash can nearby, so he was too embarrassed to ask Zhang Wuling to help him throw away the trash as well.

Damn it, I shouldn’t have eaten this bucket of noodles!

However, as soon as Xiao Zizai stood up, Zhang Wuling put his arm around him. At first glance, the two of them looked like good friends who had known each other for many years.

"It's too noisy here, let's go somewhere else."

Xiao Zizai looked at the hand on his shoulder and tried to break free, but was surprised to find that he couldn't!

Not only that, he was also taken out with Zhang Wuling.

It was not until he got closer that Xiao Zizai realized that although the other party was young, he was not much shorter than himself, and the body hidden under the Taoist robe concealed the power of dragon and tiger.

"This is a master!" Xiao Zizai concluded in his heart.

Not far away, Bao Wen, who was following Master Jiekong, took a glance and saw Xiao Zizai and Zhang Wuling walking out "intimately" with their arms around each other's shoulders. His eyes widened.

"Master!"

Master Jiekong was talking to someone. When he heard his disciple's voice, he turned around and asked, "What's wrong, Baowen?"

Bao Wen pointed at the two departing figures and said, "Master, look, Bao Jing... was taken away!"

Master Jiekong looked over and his originally squinted eyes widened a little.

"That seems to be the disciple brought by Zhou Meng..."

Bao Wen asked, "Master, do you want to call Bao Jing back?"

Master Jiekong shook his head and smiled: "No need, Baojing can make friends here, so this trip is in vain if I don't bring him."

"But Bao Jing..."

"It's okay. I believe him. You should also trust Bao Jing more. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Bao Wen clasped his hands together.

.........

Outside the backyard, behind a large hall.

"Master, I don't think it's good for us to do this."

"Hey, what's wrong with it? If you don't say it and I don't say it, no one will know."

Zhang Wuling lay on a jujube tree and reached out to pick the ripe dates.

"Go on, go on, these dates are so sweet, worthy of being the dates from the Tianshi Mansion."

Xiao Zizai didn't want to help the evil, but seeing Zhang Wuling urging him, he didn't know why, but he picked up his monk's robe and caught the dates dropped from the tree.

Sin, sin, Amitabha...