Chen Yang left the cave with great confidence and continued on his way to Wudang.
Now that he had the divine technique and the divine weapon, there was no place in the world that Chen Yang did not dare to go.
However, he still had to complete the mission given by his master.
As for Wanwan…
Chen Yang recalled the passion from that night.
The thought of Chen Yang made his heart skip a beat.
We'll meet again in the future, Wanwan!
Three days later.
One day, Chen Yang arrived at a small town.
It was the first time he had walked for such a long time. He was tired from running all the way and had to eat dry food every day. Chen Yang felt like his mouth was about to fade out.
As soon as they entered the town, they went straight to the restaurant.
Today, he had to have a good meal.
When the waiter saw that a guest had arrived, he quickly greeted him.
"Young…Young Master, please come in."
The waiter glanced at Chen Yang's shiny forehead and the kasaya he was wearing.
The 'customer' in his mouth was hurriedly changed to 'little master'.
This waiter was quite smart.
"The vegetarian dishes in this shop are superb. Later, you have to let this little one introduce them to the little master.”
The waiter was tactful. He was a monk, so he naturally had to be a vegetarian.
The child smiled and bowed, humbly leading the way.
After all, Shaolin Temple was a famous martial arts sect in the martial arts world.
He was just a waiter in a restaurant.
However, compared to Shaolin Temple, it was like the difference between a firefly and the moon.
However, they could not be compared at all.
To a waiter, he was a big shot and could not be offended at all.
Chen Yang found a seat by the window and sat down.
"The chef of this restaurant has worked in a big restaurant for more than ten years.”
"I wouldn't dare to boast in front of little master, but the dishes here are the best in the area.”
"Those who have eaten before, they all agree."
The waiter proudly gave him a thumbs up.
"Especially this Mapo Tofu. It's spicy and numb, smooth and tender, and delicious.”
" And this stir-fried vegetable, vinegar shredded potatoes…"
"Stop!"
Looking at the waiter who was talking non-stop, Chen Yang hurriedly stopped him.
"What vegetables? Bring me all the good wine and meat!”
After eating vegetarian food for three years, he finally came out.
Now, Chen Yang naturally wanted to have a good time.
"Yes, yes, give me good wine and meat…"
The waiter subconsciously greeted.
"Ah?"
The waiter was shocked. Is there something wrong with my ears?
Did she not sleep well last night and was hallucinating?
Shouldn't monks be vegetarian?？
Why did this monk eat meat and drink wine?
"Little, little master, do you want to eat meat? Still drinking?"
The waiter could not believe it and confirmed it again.
"Why? Can't I eat it? Or are you afraid that I can't afford it?”
"Here you go!"
Chen Yang slammed a silver ingot on the table.
"You won't be spared!"
"No, no, it's just that I'm blind and ignorant. Please don't be angry.”
The waiter quickly apologized.
"I'll prepare good wine and meat for you now.”
As he spoke, the waiter took the silver and quickly left.
Today, the waiter had also gained some knowledge.
This was the first time he saw the monk say that he wanted to drink and eat meat in public.
So brazen.
Even if he wanted to eat it, he had to hide it.
Aren't you afraid that Buddha will blame you?
Could he be a fake monk?
This commotion attracted the attention of the customers nearby.
However, when he heard that this little monk was from Shaolin Temple, he did not dare to meddle in other people's business.
They lowered their heads and pretended not to see.
Chen Yang was also happy to be idle and did not care about the gazes of others.
They were all small characters, but Chen Yang did not panic at all.
After the waiter left, a short while later.
A young man appeared beside Chen Yang.
"Little Master, can we share a table?”
It turned out that the waiter was not bragging. This building in this small town was really famous.
It was currently mealtime, and the restaurant was already overcrowded.
Chen Yang looked around and realized that there were indeed no seats left.
"Sure."
Chen Yang nodded in agreement.
The young man was overjoyed and quickly sat down.
"Aiyaya, there's finally a seat.”
"Thank you, little master."
"If it wasn't for little master, I don't know how long I would have waited.”
"I wonder where little master is cultivating?”
Chen Yang sized up the young man.
He had a jade-like face, a tall and straight figure, and an extraordinary aura. He was dressed in a white robe, and the accessories on his body were even more expensive.
Yes, he looked like a young master from a wealthy family.
However, looking at his expression, why did he seem a little silly?
"Shaoshi Mountain, Fahai."
Chen Yang put his palms together and bowed.
The young man's eyes lit up when he heard that he was from the Shaolin Temple.
He hurriedly returned the greeting.
"So you're a disciple of Shaolin Temple.”
Everyone in Jianghu knew that Shaoshi Mountain was the holy land of Shaolin Temple.
"May I know who you are…"
Chen Yang was also curious about this person's identity.
From his appearance, this person should not be an ordinary person.
"I'm Dali, Duan Yu. Greetings, Little Master Fahai.”
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