I am Jinshan Youxia

“This monk is quite interesting.” Zhang Chengyi said with a look of interest.

It's quite amusing that a monk, who looks strong and powerful, is skilled at cooking pork, and swears a lot.

Xu Chongxiao's face turned somewhat ugly after hearing the monk Huiming's foul language. After all, he came from Qingliang Temple and returned to the temple after retiring. Although he was not pure of heart and had even been sexually assaulted by Kang Min when she came to him for help, on the surface he was still a proper Buddhist disciple who practiced Buddhism with his hair still intact.

Seeing a colleague who doesn't follow the rules makes me extremely unhappy.

"Speaking of which, the name Huiming sounds like it comes from the Shaolin Temple?"

Zhang Chengyi suddenly discovered a blind spot.

Xue Muhua quickly replied, "Yes, Master Zhang, Monk Huiming used to be a disciple of the Hui generation at Shaolin Temple. Later, for some unknown reason, he lost all his martial arts skills and went down the mountain. He took his ordination certificate and came here to run this wild temple."

"He used most of the money he earned for charity. I heard he adopted many orphans and was highly respected in the neighborhood. He was a very good person..."

He thought for a moment and said tactfully, "It has the style of the famous scholars of the Wei and Jin dynasties."

They were those Wei-Jin scholars who had nothing better to do than gather together to do drugs and go crazy.

Zhang Chengyi had a general idea of ​​what an interesting monk was like, and he showed an expression of interest.

Su Xinghe gave his disciple a look, and Xue Muhua immediately understood. He stepped forward and called out to the monk Huiming, who was turning back to the temple. The two quickly started chatting.

Chapter 20 The Flying Thief

Dusk, in a side room of a wild temple.

"Master craftsmanship."

Zhang Chengyi tasted the grilled pork belly and praised it.

As a modern time traveler, his palate had long been spoiled by all sorts of modern, technologically advanced seasonings, and many dishes that were considered delicious in this era were just so-so to him.

It tastes good, but it's not worth praising.

But Monk Huiming was truly skilled; it's rare to see someone cook pork so deliciously.

What a pity, what a pity.

Zhang Chengyi secretly regretted that if it were a villain or a vulgar person who could be bribed with money, he wouldn't mind taking another cook with him wherever he went.

If someone happens to be a good person who doesn't care much about money, then there's really nothing you can do.

"You flatter me, benefactor." Monk Huiming wiped his oily hands and thanked him familiarly.

Besides stewed meat, his signature dish is roasting pork right in front of you. His skillful technique produces fragrant and delicious meat, a live demonstration of food preparation that is highly praised by customers who come from far and wide.

Having said that, he bowed and was about to leave.

“Wait, Master,” Zhang Chengyi called out to him, “I see you look worried. Is something wrong?”

Huiming shook his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, benefactor." After saying that, he left in a hurry.

"Old Su, go check it out." Zhang Chengyi will definitely get to the bottom of anything that interests him.

Su Xinghe nodded and left the room.

Zhang Chengyi enjoyed the pork feast all by himself. In fact, most of the guests here were not high-ranking officials or nobles, but rather idle people who had some money but not much.

Because people in the Song Dynasty really didn't like eating pork.

Su Dongpo wrote a poem to attest to this: "Huangzhou has good pork, cheap as dirt. The rich won't eat it, and the poor don't know how to cook it."

The main reason was that the Song Dynasty imperial family required the imperial chefs to use only mutton. After all, among the delicious and common beef and mutton, beef involved the issue of draft animals, so it was stipulated that mutton should be used.

There's a saying that goes, "What the superiors like, the inferiors will follow." So, during the Song Dynasty, everyone from top to bottom loved mutton. Those with a little money and status, just like Su Dongpo described in his poem, "refused to eat it."

The temple of Monk Huiming only cooks pork, so it is naturally isolated from high-ranking officials and nobles.

Zhang Chengyi had asked out of curiosity, and the monk frankly replied: "I'm poor, I can only afford pork, and if the pork is cooked well, even the poor can afford to buy and eat it."

From Shaolin monk to pork master?

He's really an interesting person.

Moreover, Huiming doesn't speak in a pedantic way; he mostly uses plain language, making conversations very pleasant.

However, he didn't have the same foul language he had used at the door earlier; his speech was quite clean.

That's why Zhang Chengyi was curious about what had happened to make such a good-tempered monk curse like that. He decided to find out what was going on first before deciding whether to meddle. After all, once he, the Wandering Knight of Jinshan, arrived, the world would be at peace; once he, the Wandering Knight of Jinshan, the heavens would be clear.

Do you understand the significance of applying for World Heritage status?

Whether Huiming appreciates it or not is not within his consideration.

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Night, in the side room.

"Elder Xu, Elder Xu."

A sound as faint as a mosquito buzzed in his ear. Xu Chongxiao opened his eyes but did not move. Many of the roof tiles had been removed, leaving a hole. He squinted and used the moonlight filtering in to identify the person who had come.

The person in front of him was dressed in night clothes, with a whip wrapped around his waist. His eyes were extremely bright, and he was thin. He seemed to have excellent lightness skills. There was a rope that was hanging from something on the roof, with the other end tied to the person.

"I am Bao Qianling, who has no resources of my own. I have been entrusted by someone to come and rescue Elder Xu," the newcomer whispered in his ear again.

Bao Qianling, who had no capital, turned out to be that thief.

Xu Chongxiao understood.

This guy was indeed very skilled in light-footed martial arts, and he could roam freely, robbing the rich to help the poor. He was well-known as a chivalrous figure in Shandong, but he was also a controversial figure.

He is indeed a good person, but his sneaky behavior is truly despicable and belongs to the lowest class.

In the past, he would never have bothered to say a word to such insignificant people, but now he had no choice but to swallow his pride.

"Thank you," Xu Chongxiao said dryly.

Bao Qianling didn't care at all. If he cared about what others thought of him, he would have died of shame long ago. There was nothing wrong with being a thief, as long as he could live with a clear conscience.

He glanced around furtively and said, "There are six brothers outside to help Elder Xu escape."

The most senior martial arts figures from the Beggars' Sect and Qingliang Temple, if they didn't take credit now, when would they?

"Hmm," Xu Chongxiao responded impatiently with a nasal tone. They were probably just insignificant people, not worth his attention.

"Excuse me," Bao Qianling said, then reached out and grabbed Xu Chongxiao, tugged at the rope, and the two of them quickly rose up.

The speed was so fast that even he was a little surprised. Were the brothers outside really that strong?

The two quickly crawled out of the hole in the roof, their bodies bathed in moonlight.

Xu Chongxiao's face turned pale instantly.

Six men, all dressed in night clothes, lay prone in various positions beside them. Zhang Chengyi was holding the rope, watching the two men with a smile.

Bao Qianling's expression was also very ugly. He had heard how the other party had defeated the six members of the Shan family in one move, and he had no confidence in fighting back at all. He carefully loosened the rope little by little.

My body slowly slid down a little, then was pulled up a bit more.

After repeating this four or five times, the rope reached its end, and he was about to fall when he let go. To his surprise, he found that Xu Chongxiao, whom he was holding, had already 'passed out'.

"Hi~" Zhang Chengyi said with a bright smile, holding the rope in one hand and waving the other.

"Hi~"

Bao Qianling's voice trembled slightly as she mimicked what the other person said, her face showing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"I just heard you say that you, Bao Qianling, have no capital?"

Zhang Chengyi asked curiously.

“Exactly.” Hanging in the air, Bao Qianling mustered her courage to admit that what she had done today was extremely dangerous, but what did it matter if she fought this person to the bitter end?

At worst, he'll be a hero again in eighteen years. Just don't end up like Shan Boshan, who's a fool and clueless guy.

His heart was pounding, but his expression was one of resignation.

"So, you know Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect." Zhang Chengyi remembered that in the novel, this person had some connection with Qiao Feng.

Bao Qianling was a little puzzled, but when it came to the fact that he had a friendship with one of the world's top heroes, he straightened his chest and said, "I, Bao, specialize in doing business without capital. I carry all my belongings with me at all times. My head is right here, and you can take it anytime."

He had once called a brother to a hero like Qiao Feng, and now he was risking his life to save him out of gratitude. If he said anything cowardly, he would wish his sons to be born without an anus.

"very good."

Zhang Chengyi opened his palms, making a gesture as if to attack.

"Wait!" Bao Qianling quickly changed his tune, "I did indeed meet the great hero Qiao Feng once."

As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood.

Chapter 21 While the man surnamed Bao may not be a hero, he's not a coward either.

If you don't have an anus, then you don't have an anus.

He's in his fifties and sixties and doesn't even have a girlfriend. Whether he has a son or not is another matter, but even if he has a daughter in the future, it will be the same.

Bao Qianling tried to comfort herself, and her expression softened.

He was roughly equal in strength to the six brothers on the roof who had already been defeated. The fact that others could take down six of them simultaneously without making a sound proved that killing him was just a matter of a moment's thought.

Being a coward doesn't matter, life is more important.

"I still prefer your defiant self from earlier. Try to come back to your old self."

Zhang Chengyi casually made a joke, then asked, "What do you think of Qiao Feng?"

Bao Qianling was a little confused by the other party's strange words. After hesitating for a moment, she replied, "What...what do you think?"

Sometimes, moral decline can happen much faster than we imagine. Just moments ago, he was fearless and ready to die, thinking that the other party wasn't going to kill him and that all he had to do was give in. In an instant, he slid into the abyss.

He felt ashamed to utter such flattering words, and after noticing the disdain on Xu Chongxiao's 'unconscious' face, he wished he could hide his head in his stomach.

"No need to ask for my opinion." Zhang Chengyi knew what the other person meant and was worried that if he raised objections after praising Qiao Feng, things would get ugly. So he simply asked for his opinion first before praising him or doing something else.

He smiled and said, "I just want to know what kind of person the famous Qiao Feng of the North is, and what he looks like."

"Thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose, and wide mouth—according to physiognomists, this is the appearance of the 'field' and 'sun' characters from the Eight Immortals."

Bao Qianling recalled, “He was extraordinary in character, spoke clearly, and was bold, straightforward, and righteous.”

He looked admiring. In fact, before he learned that Qiao Feng was a Khitan dog and had killed his father, mother, and master, he was a complete Qiao Feng fanatic.