Xuanxia

Chapter 470 Better than this?!
After passing through the Maha Hall, you finally arrive at the last one... the Main Hall.

An old monk had also been standing in the square.

The old monk had a slender figure, a chest-length beard, and was wearing a gray monk's robe. He looked to be in his eighties or nineties, but he was still energetic and had bright eyes. He was looking towards Fu Qingzhou and the others.

But when he saw this old monk, Yuan Zhen was obviously stunned.

"Why?" Fu Qingzhou was already used to it, and asked lazily: "In which field is your senior brother so outstanding that ordinary people can't reach his level?"

"he……"

Yuan Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "He is not my senior brother."

Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

"He is my great uncle." Yuan Zhen said softly.

Fu Qingzhou was shocked: "Master, Grandmaster Uncle?! He is a generation older than Huijue, Huikong and the others?!"

"That's right." Yuan Zhen said slowly: "This is the most senior person in my temple... Master Daoyuan."

"Master Daoyuan?"

Fu Qingzhou's expression became serious: "His realm..."

"What realm does he have?" In his mind, the smoker laughed mockingly: "This old monk, his martial orifices and spiritual orifices are not even open!"

Fu Qingzhou was shocked. At the same time, Yuan Zhen also explained, "Donor Fu, you misunderstood. Grandmaster Daoyuan has never practiced cultivation."

While they were talking, the old monk came closer step by step.

He smiled, clasped his hands together, and simply bowed, but only to Fu Qingzhou: "This old monk has come a long way, and I want to say hello to you, benefactor Fu."

Fu Qingzhou returned the salute with some confusion - Yuan Zhen on the side bowed deeply to Dao Yuan.

"so……"

Fu Qingzhou asked: "Master Daoyuan, how are you going to stop me?"

"Stop you?" Dao Yuan was startled. "I'm not here to stop you, am I? Hui Jue told me that you are here to compete with me in cooking skills?"

"Ah?" Fu Qingzhou opened his mouth wide.

Yuan Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "Donor Fu, I didn't have time to tell you... Grandmaster Daoyuan is responsible for the meals of the thousands of monks in our Jinchan Temple and the believers who come to take the fast."

"hehe."

Daoyuan smiled slightly and said, "I am the chef in the temple's kitchen. I have been cooking for these children for decades."

"..." Fu Qingzhou almost collapsed. Huijue was also a strange man. He actually sent a chef from the kitchen to stop him?
He shook his head: "Master, I have something very important to do right now. Since you are not here to stop me, can you let me pass?"

"That won't work."

Dao Yuan stopped smiling and said, "We said we're going to compete in cooking skills, so we're going to compete in cooking skills. How can I go there?"

After saying that, he turned his head and glared at Yuan Zhen: "You are also a child of the temple, right? Convince him."

Yuan Zhen: "..."

Fu Qingzhou: “…”

"That..." Yuan Zhen said helplessly: "Master Fu, how about you..."

Fu Qingzhou held his forehead with his hand: "No, which side are you on?!"

"Rules are very important." Yuan Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "My uncle-master has given me the order, and it's just a competition with you, not an obstruction... I can't disobey..."

Fu Qingzhou rolled his eyes and looked at Daoyuan: "Then Master, what if I lose?"

"you lose……"

Daoyuan smiled slightly: "Then you lose."

Fu Qingzhou was stunned: "If I lose, I lose. Why don't you stop me?" "This old monk said I won't stop you." Daoyuan chuckled.

Fu Qingzhou was still scratching his head, but Yuan Zhen beside him sighed: "No, Master Fu, if you lose, you can only choose to go see Uncle Huijue or turn around and leave."

"Ah? Why?" Fu Qingzhou was even more confused.

"Because... the rules."

Yuan Zhen said quietly, "Master Granduncle Daoyuan was invited by Master Uncle Huijue. He plays the role of the champion of this round. If he wins, Master will have to keep his promise and will not see you again."

Daoyuan laughed at the side and said, "I am just a cook. I don't understand these things. You guys should decide your own affairs."

Fu Qingzhou: “…”

After a long silence, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, you guys in Jinchan Temple really have a lot of broken rules. Just compete in cooking skills. I've even played Go, so why am I afraid to go into the kitchen? Hurry up, where are we going to compete? Where's the stove? Where are the ingredients?"

"Is not this nonsensical?"

Daoyuan glanced at him and said, "Of course it's in the kitchen. How about I move it here for you?"

Fu Qingzhou: "...I thought that since you are so senior and prestigious, you would have a group of disciples to help you build a stove on the spot."

"This is the main hall!"

Daoyuan rolled his eyes at him and said, "Building a stove here? Buddha wants to eat incense, not firewood smoke!"

"Oh..." Fu Qingzhou shrugged and followed Dao Yuan to the other side of the main hall.

He really didn't have any temper towards the old monk. Daoyuan was not Huijue's man either. At most, he was just "used" by Huijue.

He has no bad intentions and doesn't get involved in messy things. He is just an ordinary cook.

This room is actually not far away.

The Panyun Tower that Fu Qingzhou and Yuan Zhen were going to was behind the Main Hall, which was in the north, and the kitchen was near the monks' quarters, about a quarter of an hour's walk west from the Main Hall.

"By the way, Yuan Zhen."

Fu Qingzhou asked: "Master Daoyuan, is his cooking skill very sophisticated and amazing?"

"Well...how should I say it?" Yuan Zhen looked at Daoyuan's back in front of him, trying to figure out his words, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

Daoyuan turned his head slightly and said, "Just say what you want to say. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Yes, great uncle."

Yuan Zhen responded respectfully and said softly, "Master Uncle is in charge of the meals for countless people in the temple. He cooks rice and stir-fries dishes in a big pot. To say that the vegetarian meals are delicious, fragrant, and memorable... is naturally impossible."

"But the dishes cooked by my uncle master always satisfy everyone... no matter if they are tired from practicing or in a bad mood, no matter if they are picky eaters or people who are used to eating delicacies from land and sea, they will all eat the dishes cooked by my uncle master with satisfaction. No one has ever said that the food in Jinchan Temple is not to their taste."

Upon hearing this, Fu Qingzhou looked shocked.

This... is the most terrifying thing.

People say that cooking is about appearance, aroma and taste, but when cooking, the most important thing is always to fill your stomach.

Fu Qingzhou may not have fully understood this principle before, but after he took Zhu Mei in, he gradually realized it.

This woman of Wu Yan's often makes him realize that... once a person is not full, he may have nothing else in his life.

The dishes cooked by this old monk Daoyuan can feed everyone.

Listening to Yuan Zhen's words, Dao Yuan also laughed: "Isn't cooking just like this? No matter who you are, as long as you are hungry, you have to eat. If the food is served in front of you and you still can't arouse your appetite, then this cook is a failure."

Fu Qingzhou nodded slightly: "I know someone who would agree with what you said...but he is a killer, and he probably wouldn't get along with you monks."

"Killers are also human beings and need to eat."

Daoyuan said casually: "Hey, we're at the kitchen, Mr. Fu, let's get ready."

(End of this chapter)