"You are responsible for killing fish!" Rong Jing said again.

"Okay!" Yun Qianyue thought that she was doing her job as well.

"You are responsible for making the fire!" Rong Jing said again.

Creating a fire? She seemed to be out of the way. She looked up at Rong Jing, "What are you doing?"

"Grill fish for you!" Rong Jing said.

"You're just roasting?" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows. She did all the work of doing odd jobs? Is this called grilling fish for her? Make up for her mistakes?

"Well! I can only roast." Rong Jing faced Yun Qianyue's gaze, his face a little unnatural.

Yun Qianyue was speechless. She had been consuming a box of pastries for a day and now she had eaten a box of pastries in the middle of the night. Her belly had long been flattened, and she nodded and said helplessly: "Okay! It doesn't matter if you can't bake, just be able to eat it."

"Okay!" Rong Jing nodded with a smile, hugged Yun Qianyue and flew down.

The clothes were as light as silent. The distance was so close that Yun Qianyue could not feel Rong Jing's breath, thinking that people were more awesome than others. Her complacent martial arts were still far inferior to others.

The toes were rising and falling, and Rong Jing took Yun Qianyue to the middle of the mountain.

The fragrance of the half-branch lotus comes, the waterfall flows down, the sound of the fragrant spring water gurgles, and the sound of the heavy bells of the evening drum of Lingtai Temple circulates in the mountains. The combination of movement and stillness here makes people feel clear.

Rong Jing let go of Yun Qianyue and said softly: "Go and catch fish! I'll pick up firewood!"

Yun Qianyue gently sniffed the fresh and clear air in the mountains and glanced at the place where the fish was roasted two months ago and Ye Qingran was there, and now there was no trace. She nodded, she bent over and picked up a branch, picked another lotus leaf, and walked towards the river with the starlight of the sky and the lights of the entire Xiangquan Mountain. She threw the lotus leaf on the river surface, flew up, and fell lightly on the lotus leaf, lowered her head to watch the movements on the river surface, but when she saw her falling, there was a sleeping fish in the water flowing, and her branches fell down, and in a moment she pricked a fish of two kilograms came up. She looked up at Rong Jing and showed it to him proudly, "How is it?"

"Not bad!" Rong Jing was picking up two dried firewood, and when he heard this, he looked up and nodded with a smile.

"Catch it!" Yun Qianyue threw the fish over.

Rong Jing gently clamped the fish with two dried firewood. He bent over and picked a lotus leaf and placed the fish on the lotus leaf.

Yun Qianyue felt that this man was really a noble young man, and her hands were not fishy. She looked down at the river again and asked, "How much do you eat? Don't waste it. I can't bear to kill the sleeping fish!" "One!" Rong Jing chuckled.

"I have about two. Then three!" Yun Qianyue thought for a while.

"I'm going to eat two!" An old voice suddenly rang out.

Yun Qianyue looked up suddenly and didn't see anyone. After waiting for a while, she still couldn't see the sound of clothes and voices coming. She looked at Rong Jing.

"It's Master Pushan. I'm probably still in the Sutra Pavilion. You can't see anyone." Rong Jing smiled.

It turned out that the person was still in the Sutra Pavilion, no wonder he couldn't see it! This is probably the secret technique of sending voices for thousands of miles! Obviously, this man's martial arts skills are very familiar with her. She came to Lingtai Temple with Ye Tianyi this morning to find him to get two envelopes. Although the people inside didn't see the face, isn't this sound the old monk? It turned out to be Master Pushan. It seems that he is two generations older than Master Lingyin, the world's number one monk, and he is already over a hundred years old! She looked at Rong Jing in confusion, "The monk also eats fish?"

"Master Pushan's favorite is the grilled fish from Xiangquan Mountain. Because he repeatedly violated the precepts, he was demoted to guard the Sutra Pavilion. However, the tens of thousands of sutras in the Sutra Pavilion did not change his habits. When he heard that we grilled fish, he naturally couldn't help but become greedy!" Rong Jing explained with a smile.

Yun Qianyue nodded suddenly, "Then let's go!"

"No, Master Pushan said two, you should bake four at least for him." Rong Jing shook his head with a smile.

"Do you have that big appetite?" Yun Qianyue was going to go to the branch where the fish was fishing and paused.

"Yes!" Rong Jing nodded.

"Haha, Prince Jing knows me! I am a close friend!" Pushan's old voice came again, obviously in a very good mood, and Rong Jing's words came to his heart.

"Rong Jing is so honorable to be able to get a master's confidant." Rong Jing smiled slightly.

"You guys bake it quickly, I'm going to the foot of the mountain to make two jars of good wine." Master Pushan fell as he finished, as if the people had gone away.

Yun Qianyue was stunned, thinking that the old monk not only ate meat but also drank alcohol! She looked at Rong Jing.

"Isn't there a saying that wine and meat pass through the intestines and keep it in the Buddha's heart? It's enough for Master Pushan to have a heart that is good to the Buddha!" ​​Rong Jing said with a smile.

Yun Qianyue curled her lips. This was said nicely, but she just made an excuse for the monk to be greedy and violated the precepts. She lowered her head and continued looking for fish, muttering: "Those who are monks do not look like monks, so why not go home to roast sweet potatoes!"

Rong Jing chuckled, stopped talking, and bent over to pick up dry firewood.

Within a moment, Yun Qianyue stabbed seven fish and flew onto the shore. Looking at the lotus leaves, she put her hands together and chanted "Amitabha, I have sinned." After reading it, she put down her hands and asked Rong Jing, "Do you have a dagger?"

"Seeing that you have compassion, I thought you would no longer kill these fish." Rong Jing also picked up enough dry firewood, put down the dry firewood, took out an extremely small and exquisite dagger and handed it to Yun Qianyue, and said with a smile.

Yun Qianyue rolled her eyes and began to kill the fish in a quick way, asking, "Do you know what the food chain is?"

Rong Jing squatted down in front of Yun Qianyue and watched her kill fish in a quick manner. Hearing the words, he asked, "What is a food chain?"

"Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, and shrimp eat purple mud." Yun Qianyue said with a high-sounding sound: "Look at these seven big fish, how many small fish have they eaten? How many shrimps have the small fish eaten? How much purple mud has the shrimp eaten? So, they should be eaten by you and me. This is called the food chain, the cycle of cause and effect."

"You're right!" Rong Jingcheng agreed.

Yun Qianyue’s thoughts on the essence of the five thousand years of civilization in China are naturally reasonable!

"What a cycle of cause and effect, the little girl has a lot of Buddha roots!" An old voice sounded, and the words fell and people arrived.

Yun Qianyue looked up and saw an old man with a long hair and a baby face, wearing a cassock and carrying two jars of wine in his hand. As soon as he arrived, a scent of wine was flowing in the air around him. She looked at the old man carefully, and the four words "return to nature" popped up in her mind. The old man's realm was obviously much more profound than Master Lingyin's Buddha-like martial arts. Master Lingyin was filled with the worldly fireworks, and although the old man held two jars of wine in his hand, he could see that his fireworks were not seen at all. At this time, she believed what Rong Jing had just said, "Wine and meat passed through the intestines." This statement might be empty talk on others, and it can be seen that his truth is right on the old man!

"Good wine!" Rong Jing smelled the fragrance of the wine and praised Master Pushan's two jars of wine.

"Of course it's good wine! The wine lady's loose wine is not as good as winemakers. My old monk has been drinking from her grandmother to her grandmother and then from the wine she brewed. I have been drinking for more than a hundred years. It's just like this, and other wines can't live up to my alcohol addiction." Master Pushan laughed and put two jars of wine in front of Yun Qianyue, and said to her: "Little girl, you grill fish, I play a game with Prince Jing. Except for King Rong a hundred years ago, the old monk has never played with anyone. Today I will play a game with his descendants."

"Okay!" Yun Qianyue agreed happily. She didn't expect that the noble young man Rong Jing would start to bake. Looking at his precious crescent white brocade robe and his pair of jade fingers, she felt that the smoke and fire made him really ruin the grilled fish. She would do it herself!

"How is it? Prince Jing? But did you bring chess here? You didn't bring the old monk back to get it." Pushan looked at Rong Jing.

"Of course I brought it!" Rong Jing took out the chessboard from his arms.

"Well, Mo Baiyuqi, it's good." Old Pushan's eyes lit up, regardless of the weeds and soil on the ground, sat cross-legged first.

Rong Jing lifted his clothes and sat cross-legged regardless of the weeds and soil on the ground.

While killing the fish, Yun Qianyue glanced at the chess box that Rong Jing took out and the old monk opposite her. She always felt that this guy had planned to come to grill fish today. Their purpose was to believe that he would never do useless things.

"Master holds a black piece or a white piece?" Rong Jing arranged the chessboard and asked Pushan.

"Heizi! Wang Rong was so angry at the time, and I was holding a white boy. Now you like white boys, so I naturally hold a black boy." Pu Shan said.

"Teacher is kind!" Rong Jing put Heizi's chess box in front of Pushan.

"What are you good or not? You little baby can pretend to be better than your great-grandfather! Tell me. How much does it win or lose?" Pu Shan asked.

"One game determines the winner." Rong Jing smiled and added: "It's just right to drink and eat fish in one game."

"Haha, OK! Then there's a game." Pushan nodded and looked at Rong Jing, "How about the loser?"

"The loser can make a requirement for the winner." Rong Jing said.

"My old monk knows that you are here today, but you even lead me to the bait." Pushan looked like this indeed.

"The master is the vow to take the bait!" Rong Jing smiled slightly, "I may not be able to win, and the master may not lose. The winner and loss of this game are unknown. If I lose, the master will also make a request to me. I think the master will not have no request, right?"

"Haha, that's right! That's what the old monk is. He really wants to take the bait." Pushan laughed.

"Then start?" Rong Jing asked with a smile.

"Start!" Pushan's expression was correct.

"Master, please!" Rong Jing insisted on a respectful and reciprocating attitude.

Pushan is not polite, so he should take the lead in making a move.

Rong Jing is holding a white selves.

The two of them stopped talking and only heard continuous sounds of moves.
Chapter completed!